Chapter I – The Invitation
The very first time I met Maeva was over thirty years ago. We frequented the same chat rooms dedicated to fetishists, the Internet was not yet widely used, and we fetishists gradually learned to talk to one another and build a small online community. Back then, connecting to the network was much more complicated than it is today, and we had to schedule specific times to get online. It was the dawn of a new era—much like today with AI.
Maeva was the very first person I met who shared my love for gloves. Until then, I was convinced I was alone in the world and might even have a mental disorder. But Maeva assured me otherwise, and we became very good online friends. We made a habit of meeting up around the same time each evening to talk about our passion for gloves, and over time, we shared much more. Thirty-odd years later, Maeva and I still chat at least once a week. Naturally, the chat rooms are long gone, and we have migrated to other platforms over time. Things are different between us. We have long kept in touch via email and have no secrets left from one another. The only thing we have never shared in thirty years is our faces and our real names. We have always made a habit of exchanging photos of our latest glove purchases—we have become incredibly close over the years—yet our true identities have never, ever been revealed. I know that Maeva lived in England and she knew that I lived in Canada, but neither of us had any other information regarding our home addresses or phone numbers.
A few months ago, I received an email from Maeva, just as I did practically every week. But this email was very different from what I usually received, it was very formal and, above all, very intriguing!
“Dear glove lovers,
If you are receiving this email, it is because you are among my closest and most loyal friends. I know you inside out and am privy to all your deepest secrets and desires. You know everything about me—or nearly so—and to thank you for being there all these years, even if only online, I am inviting you to join me for an exceptional weekend at my country manor in England. It is time for us to meet in person and discover together who we are outside of our online lives. I am covering all expenses for travel, accommodation, food and drink, as well as a few little surprises. I offer you this gift of friendship with all my heart and love.
I am counting on your presence, a refusal on your part would deeply sadden me. Attached is a very important short form for you to fill out, it will also serve as your confirmation of attendance. Please send this document back to me within forty-eight hours. Instructions and your flight tickets will be sent to you in a few days.
We are finally meeting in three weeks, I am really looking forward to seeing you all. Gloved caresses and a thousand kisses, my beloved darlings.
Maeva
P.S. Please do not contact me between now and our meeting, I won’t be able to reply.”
What a surprise! I was absolutely floored by that email, and there was no way I was going to miss out on such an intriguing weekend! I’ve known since day one that Maeva was a staunch lesbian and that she detested men in general. She found most men hypocritical, deceitful, chauvinistic, and disgusting. There were a few exceptions—like me—but as a rule, no man could get close to her outside of a professional context. I had also known for nearly thirty years that Maeva was rich. Very, very rich. She had inherited the family fortune when she was only sixteen, though she didn’t really talk about it. I knew she owned countless houses and estates and that her wealth was among the greatest in the country. In short, she was a true aristocrat and one of the most powerful women in England. But she couldn’t have cared less about that.
When I opened the attachment, I saw that there were indeed a few questions and some personal information to provide. I immediately began filling out the questionnaire so I could send it back as quickly as possible. It was mainly a matter of dietary habits, allergy risks, and other little things that were useful to know to ensure my stay went smoothly. Then came questions regarding physical measurements. Maeva asked for all our measurements from head to toe—a bit odd, perhaps, but she likely needed them for her little surprises, knowing Maeva as long as I have, I knew she never did things by halves.
Fortunately, I had all this information because I had had a custom-made suit tailored for my business trips a few days earlier. What made me raise an eyebrow a little was the very last part of the document, right before the signature. There was a confidentiality clause that had to be strictly observed, it was the only condition for us to be able to go to her place. “Everything that takes place or is said within the manor walls and on the grounds must remain strictly confidential. No mobile phones, cameras, or tablets will be permitted on the premises, you will be asked to hand them over upon arrival. Additionally, internal cameras will be set up in the main hall on Saturday evening to capture memories of this magnificent event. Copies will be provided to you later for your personal records. Copies that must never be published or sent, under penalty of legal action.”
Well, it seemed legitimate to me, and in any case, I had complete trust in Maeva. I signed with my real name and sent my reply back immediately. A few minutes later, I received a brief email from Maeva that simply said, “I knew you’d be the first to reply, Charles. See you in three weeks, darling!” It was the very first time Maeva had called me by my first name since I’d known her. In my opinion, that made things feel even more intimate.
A few days later, my plane tickets and instructions arrived. A driver would be waiting for me at the airport in England to take me to the manor. We were asked to travel light, as most essentials would be provided on-site. Formal attire was mandatory for the Friday evening banquet. Everything would be graciously provided by the hostess. Casual yet neat attire for Saturday during the day, and a special outfit for each guest for the big Saturday evening party. Once again, everything was provided by Maeva. The instructions also specified bringing a neat outfit for Sunday and the return trip to the airport. A note in bold at the bottom of the email stated, “All women are required to wear gloves outside their rooms throughout the weekend. Once again, the gloves will be provided courtesy of Maeva.”
Wow! Maeva had decided to go through with it! A good twenty years ago, Maeva had asked me what I would like most in the world that involved gloves. I had replied, “A festive weekend where all the women would be required to wear gloves!” I couldn’t believe my eyes! Maeva had taken my suggestion seriously and was now making it a reality! I felt that this weekend would be unforgettable!
Chapter II – The Arrival
The big day arrived, and I took off for England. Upon arriving at the airport, I grabbed my suitcase and headed toward the exit. A lovely, very sexy young woman was waiting for me, holding a sign that read “Charles, Canada.” Maeva certainly knew what she was doing! In addition to being sexy and beautiful, the young woman was wearing high heels, thigh-high stockings, a tight little black dress, and long black satin gloves. The weekend was off to a fantastic start! Funny enough, this girl was exactly my type and the very sort of woman who haunted my fantasies. Maeva was a real vixen!
“My name is Heather, Charles. I’ll be at your service and call all through this lovely weekend. Don’t hesitate to ask me for anything—and when I say *anything*, I mean exactly that.” She smiled at me and gave me a playful little wink. She took my suitcase and walked off with a smooth, almost sensual gait. “Follow me, please.” Outside, a beautiful black Bentley was waiting for me. I said, “Wow, did Maeva rent a Bentley just for me?” Heather replied, “It’s her personal car, I’m one of her assistants.” She opened the back door for me, and I got into the vehicle. She closed the door and went to put my suitcase in the trunk.
She got into the vehicle in turn, and that’s when I realized the steering wheel was on the right. Those crazy Brits! Heather said to me, “There’s a bar in the back—help yourself, we’ve got a thirty-minute drive ahead of us.” I poured myself a remarkable Scotch and struck up a conversation with Heather. She was eager to hear my thoughts on Maeva and the weekend in general, preferring to listen rather than speak. But she was pleasant company.
After half an hour on the road, I had downed two Scotches and had a long conversation with the beautiful Heather. The Scotch was helping to bring my desire to the surface, and the more I looked at her, the more she seemed to be exactly the kind of woman from my fantasies. “We’re here,” she said, pressing a button. A large wrought-iron gate swung open, and the car turned into the driveway. In the distance, I could see the manor. It was enormous, and the grounds—a soft, tender green—stretched out as far as the eye could see. I saw stables and grooms tending to horses. When we arrived at the front entrance, five other cars were already parked there.
Very fine cars, but not Bentleys. Heather said, “The others have arrived.” She stopped the car, got out, and came to open the back door for me. She waited patiently for me to step out, then closed the door behind me. She retrieved my suitcase from the trunk, took my arm with her gloved hand, and said, “I’ll show you to your room.” The entrance hall was immense, and everything was made of marble. There were two grand staircases, one on either side. “Come along, the suites are upstairs,” Heather said. Her high heels clicked with every step. I gazed at the paintings, the tapestries—everything. I felt like I was in an episode of *Downton Abbey*! Then, she opened a wide door and said, “The banquet is in an hour. Take some time to freshen up and put on your suit. I’ll come back for you in an hour. If you need me in the meantime, just press the button by your bedside table.” She left, closing the door behind her, and I heard the sound of her heels clicking away down the hallway.
I took a quick shower and took the suit out of its garment bag. Maeva had a knack for remembering everything, she had even thoughtfully placed my favorite cologne on a small table. Everything was there—absolutely everything. Socks, boxers, a white shirt, a black tailcoat, a bow tie, black Italian shoes, and even a magnificent gold watch. I was finally all set for the banquet and, above all, to meet Maeva. Someone knocked on the door, and I said, “Come in, it’s open.” The door opened, and Heather walked in. She closed the door behind her and looked me up and down. She told me to turn around—which I did—and said that everything was perfect. Heather had changed, too. She was now wearing a lovely long evening gown with a slit up one side to the thigh, black thigh-high stockings, stunning black patent high heels, and long leather gloves that reached her shoulders. She had applied makeup to accentuate her beautiful blue eyes and was wearing dark red lipstick. She looked incredibly beautiful and very sexy.
Finally, she says, “Let’s go to the banquet. But before we do, there are certain rules of etiquette to follow. Under no circumstances are you to speak to Maeva unless she implicitly invites you to do so. However, I highly doubt she will ask you to speak to her. You may, and I strongly recommend that you do, converse with the other guests. Maeva wants to listen to you and see if a rapport develops among you all. Let’s go.” During the short walk from my room to the banquet hall, we encountered only women. They were all elegantly dressed, just like Heather. I gathered that every guest must have had someone at their service for the weekend. Seeing all those lovely women wearing gloves—I thought it was fantastic!
Heather pushed open a large door and ushered me into the room. It was enormous. At the far end of the room stood a table with seven chairs: a large chair at one end and three on each side. Apart of the large chair, only one seat was left vacant—mine. Heather pulled out the chair, helped me sit down, and said, “Enjoy your dinner, I’ll come back for you when the time comes.” There were six of us. I glanced around and realized I was the only man in the room, come to think of it, apart from the grooms I had seen from a distance, I hadn’t seen another one since I arrived.
Chapter III – The Guests
I quickly glanced around the table, the five women were elegantly dressed and all wore gloves—black satin evening gloves, every one of them. Maeva knew perfectly well that I had always had a major weakness for long black satin gloves. What a coincidence! There was a beautiful redhead, a petite but very pretty Asian woman, a slightly plump woman with a lovely, radiant face, a tall, mysterious dark-skinned woman with jet-black hair, and—next to me—a gorgeous, petite blonde with a gentle face who seemed shy.
To break the ice, I ventured, “Hello, everyone! I never imagined I’d be in such delightful company tonight. You all look absolutely stunning—Maeva certainly has a great eye for making us look our best!” The five women burst out laughing, and the ice was broken. The voluptuous woman with the beautiful face replied, “You’re the only man I’ve seen here since I arrived.” The others nodded in agreement. The tall brunette remarked, “We’re in luck—one man for the five of us!” The others laughed again. A very beautiful sommelier with long blonde hair and white gloves entered the room and served 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 under any circumstances—something to do with protocol, apparently. I’m Florence.” I smiled at her, extended my hand, and replied, “Charles.” The redhead across from me says, “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 in a nonchalant tone, “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!” To which I replied with a laugh, “Thanks for the compliment!” Everyone burst out laughing, and the voluptuous young woman said, “I like you! You don’t mince words! So, Myako, what would you say if I ate your little pussy while kneading your tits? I’m Camille!” Myako replied, “Come on! Eat my pussy right now, you little pervert!” A burst of laughter rang out across the room. Finally, the beautiful, tall, dark-skinned woman spoke up 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 the arrival of a magnificent, tall woman with very long black hair who moved with the grace of a panther. She wore a long black satin gown slit high up one thigh, long black stockings with a wide floral band, and pointed black shoes with towering stiletto heels that made her appear even more imposing and majestic. Her lipstick was a brilliant, vivid red, and her eyes were made up like a feline ready to pounce. But above all, she wore long leather gloves that reached her shoulders—Maeva’s favorites. There she was, right in front of us, gazing at us and smiling! She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, and despite being nearly sixty, she looked absolutely stunning! Everyone gazed at her in wonder, as if a queen had just entered the room and we were all her loyal subjects.
Maeva remained standing behind her chair. She gazed at us one by one, immense joy sparkling in her eyes. She stood there in silence for a few minutes, then 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 said: “Good evening, everyone, and thank you for accepting my invitation. You all showed up and are here with me to celebrate friendship—and, I admit, our shared love of gloves. Tonight, well-kept secrets will be revealed for a 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 any regrets.”
“You are all my loved ones, my best friends, and my confidants, some of you know more about me than others, and 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 you better, with a specific purpose that will be revealed to you in due time. Now, it’s time for the secrets.” Maeva looked the beautiful redhead in the eye and began her story.
“Let me introduce you to Astrid. My stunning redhead with a fiery spirit. She is direct and self-assured, she is a great listener and knows exactly the right words to clear the air. Like the rest of us, Astrid loves gloves. She loves them all, and each pair offers a unique sensation. She is enterprising and bold. She is also an excellent accountant—reliable and utterly honest. But my Astrid doesn’t know who she really is, she doesn’t know if 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 really is.“ Astrid turned as red as her magnificent hair and bowed her head for a moment, blushing with shame.
Then, she turned to Myako. “My darling little Myako. Your direct and impetuous nature sometimes gets you into trouble, but you are smart enough to sort things out yourself. Your immense talent for cracking codes and hacking into computer systems might not be put to the best use right now, but I am convinced you will find a path that helps the world. Myako loves everyone—regardless of gender—and gets quickly aroused whenever she sees someone wearing gloves. And I’m absolutely certain your panties must be soaking wet by now. Of course Myako would suck Charles’s cock too 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 in all her splendor, her strength, and her immense sincerity.
Camille seemed to dread what lay ahead for her, but she was careful not to let it show. Maeva paused as she looked at Camille—a pause long enough to make her feel a little more uncomfortable. “Camille. Your enthusiasm, kindness, and good humor make you an exceptional person. You’ve had a rough time over the years, you overcame bullying and prejudice to become a beautiful, full-figured, unforgettable woman. You look magnificent with your soft curves, and you’re finally completely at ease with your body. You love all kinds of gloves, and 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, and I honestly believe she would gladly suck me off.
“Gabriela. Tall, strong, honest. Your job as a police officer doesn’t always give you the satisfaction of a job well done. You are sensitive, and injustice makes your blood boil to your very core. Perhaps it would be better for you to steer your career in a different direction? Somewhere you could make a difference without facing the dangers of everyday police work? You are a passionate lover of gloves 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 are 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, of course! Think about it, my beautiful Spaniard, and satisfy your urges—it’s important.”
We were listening to Maeva with the utmost attention, and everyone seemed to be grasping what she was telling us. “My beautiful Florence. My darling Florence—who has loved gloves since she was tiny, yet always suffered from not being born in the right body. When I met you, you were barely twelve, and you already felt 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 that 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 and smiled at Florence, my eyes crinkling in approval.
My turn didn’t come right away. Maeva glanced around the table again, smiling as she looked at the five women one by one. Then, she spoke again. « Astrid and I met a little over 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.” And she spoke to Myako. “My beautiful, spirited little Japanese girl—we’ve known each other for a little over five years now. Your personality appealed to me right away, and I’ve learned a lot about you. Your immense talent will be incredibly useful to my crack team.” Suddenly, we all looked at each other, thinking the same thing: “But what is she talking about?”
“Camille, you came into my life seven years ago. You were desperate, bitter, and deeply unhappy. But your resilience and great strength of character have made you a strong woman capable of leading. That is why you are here tonight. My team needs you.” But what team? What the hell is she talking about? “My passionate Gabriela. Nine years of talking non-stop, week after week. Your strength and passion will take you much further than just a patrol car. You will be indispensable to my wonderful team.“
“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 is that determination and resilience that will make you a major asset to this team.“ She picked up her glass of wine, raised it, and said, “Cheers—and may this team be able to carry on what I have built.”
I had so many questions to ask her! But Heather had strictly forbidden me to speak to her. She spoke again. “I’m getting older, and the hardened old lesbian that I am can feel the weight of the years catching up with me.” She looked at me tenderly, and 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?” and she stifled a sob of joy. “Tomorrow marks the thirty-fifth anniversary of the day we first met, my darling, my love, my ultimate best friend—the one with whom I began sharing everything, even my deepest secrets. Friends, I met all of you online, behind a keyboard. I’ve met many others, too, but Charles was the very first. We were young, we shared the same fears and the same questions. We were two glove fetishists who thought we were the only ones in the world. I had inherited my parents’ vast fortune, and Charles was there for me throughout my life, through the good times and the bad. And this, without asking for anything and without judgment.”
She took another sip of wine and continued. “Charles and I literally fell in love—a distant, platonic love. We never spoke on the phone, we had never even met before tonight. Never. Yet, we know each other like an old couple who have spent their entire lives together. We each have secrets, and we have always told each other everything. Charles is the ultimate glove lover. Just seeing six women wearing gloves in the same room as him is enough to give him a rock-hard erection.” She looked at me, laughing amidst the general hilarity, and continued, “And that old pervert must be hard right now.” She burst out laughing and everyone at the table joined Maeva in her fit of laughter. Even me. She continued after a brief pause: “Charles isn’t at all like most men. He understands women, and I believe there is a strong feminine side to his personality. Deep down, he would like to be a woman.”
She continued without pausing: “About twenty years ago, I asked Charles what he would like most that involved gloves. Do you know what he told me? Well, he wanted a festive weekend with only women—all of whom would be wearing gloves the entire time. He said it would be magical. My dear Charles, the magic is happening, and your wish is coming true. This weekend is, in part, your gift for our thirty-fifth anniversary.” The five girls started clapping and letting out little squeals of delight. Camille even blurted out, “Oh, that is 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 the excitement of her speech and the many questions running through my mind, I came very close to speaking to Maeva, who 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 watching over her young. Laughter rang out, and the good cheer was palpable. Myako was looking at me as if studying me, then suddenly blurted out, “You’d actually make a stunning, sexy woman!” Astrid added, “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 of them burst into hearty laughter, and Maeva gave me a sly little wink. Florence seemed quite responsive to my presence beside her, she placed her black satin-gloved hand on my thigh and asked very softly, “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 was jubilant and seemed very happy with the situation. What she called her team was coming together.
The evening was a sheer delight, with most of the conversation centering on the prospect of seeing Charles transform into a woman. The idea had stirred up desire around the table, and it was a safe bet that the guest rooms would soon be thick with the scent of sex. As the banquet was drawing to a close, Maeva announced that it was time for her to retire for the night. She spoke before leaving the room: “My dear friends, you have filled me with happiness and joy this evening. Tomorrow will be a long and busy day, we have much to discuss and to experience. So, get some good rest. Breakfast will be at seven o’clock tomorrow morning, and your assistants will come to collect you around six-forty-five. And as a little end-of-the-evening surprise, I took the liberty of gifting you your favorite gloves—to use however you like. Anything goes! Goodnight, my little lambs. I love you.”
The assistants guided each guest to their room, taking care to explain to everyone who was staying where—just in case the urge to get closer arose. Camille, Florence, and Gabriela went to bed. Astrid and Myako had instantly hit it off and didn’t really feel like sleeping, they seemed to have other plans. Mine was the last door, and Heather—still dressed as she had been 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 at her and replied, “What do you suggest?” She looked at me with a sultry, excited expression, stepped into the room, closed the door, and locked it. She said, “I’ve heard through the grapevine that the sight of women in gloves might have stirred something up in you? How painful and stifling it must be to spend several hours in that state!” She moved delightfully close to me and caressed my cheek with her black satin-gloved hands, and a massive erection materialized inside my trousers. I replied, “Indeed, it is very stifling—but even more so right now!” She answered, “Oh, I see. I shall have to take care of that little, uncomfortable problem, then.”
She placed a hand on my crotch, undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and pulled them down as she leaned forward, beginning to caress my hard cock with her gloved hands. She then lingered on my balls, and I groaned with pleasure. She looked me straight in the eye as she did it, then took my cock into her mouth and sucked it frenetically. She sucked more and more furiously while caressing my balls, she would take my cock out of her mouth, lick it, and put it back in, shifting it against her cheek. This went on for a good ten minutes, she was turning me on, and I was breathing heavily—much to her delight. I was on the verge of climaxing, and she realized it, she took my cock out of her mouth and continued by jerking me off rapidly. I felt my orgasm building and ejaculated a large load of semen right onto her face.
I said to her, “Oops, I’m really sorry about that!” She replied with a laugh, “I enjoyed pleasing you, you know! Maeva told me it was one of your fantasies and that it had never happened to you before. So, there you go! It happened!” I handed her a towel and offered a huge, embarrassed thank-you. Dear Maeva. She will always surprise me with what she knows about me! After changing and washing up, Heather went to join Maeva in her quarters. She knocked softly on the door, and Maeva told her to come in. Maeva had slipped on a sheer black silk nightgown and was wearing short leather gloves that reached her wrists. She was brushing her hair and getting ready for bed. “And then?” she asked Heather. To which she replied, “Mission accomplished, if I may put it that way, Mistress.” Maeva turned around and asked, “And then? Tell me more—I want details, after all!” Heather blushed slightly and recounted the story. “He didn’t take much persuading, he was incredibly aroused, but he’s got great stamina. It took me nearly fifteen minutes to make him come, all while making sure to really ramp up the intensity.” Maeva looked at her and said, “And after that?” Heather blushed even more deeply and answered, “He exploded with intense pleasure all over my face, and then he apologized.” Maeva smiled at her and said, “You loved it—admit it!” Heather replied with sparkling eyes, “Immensely, Mistress. I even took the liberty of masturbating with those fabulous surgical gloves I love so much—the ones you provided for me.” Maeva caressed her own breasts as she listened to Heather, then, to end the conversation, said, “Wonderful! You’ll make him an excellent assistant and a wonderful companion. Now, go get some sleep, we have a grueling day ahead of us tomorrow. And don’t forget: you absolutely must pleasure him. It’s imperative for what’s coming next.” Heather replied, “I certainly will, Mistress. It’ll be a breeze—plus, I really like him. I can’t wait to see him in his outfit tomorrow night.” Maeva smiled and said, “Me too! Goodnight, dear.” And Heather retired to her room.
Chapter V – The Connection
Meanwhile, Astrid and Myako, who had bonded during the banquet, decided to have one last drink together and continue their conversation. While chatting in Astrid’s room, they started opening the drawers to see what was inside. Astrid let out a little squeal of surprise and pulled out a rather impressively sized strap-on. She said, “Myako, look at this.” Myako’s eyes went wide and she exclaimed, “Fantastic! Shall we try it?” Astrid blushed and replied, “I’m not sure, I’ve never really tried that sort of thing.” Myako was only half-listening, too busy rummaging through the other drawers. Suddenly, she let out a satisfied sigh and exclaimed, “Look, Astrid! Maeva left you some sterile surgical gloves! That’s excellent! But they aren’t my size—they’re way too big for me! Wait here a couple of minutes, I’ll be right back. I’m going to check my room to see if she left some for me, too!” She dashed off, leaving poor Astrid holding the strap-on.
She returned triumphantly less than two minutes later, cheerfully calling out, “Look, she left some for me too, and I also had a strap-on in a drawer!”—only to see Astrid looking a bit sad. “Is something wrong?” she asked, approaching Astrid. Astrid looked at her and admitted, “You know, Myako, Maeva was right earlier. I don’t really know myself, and I’m not sure what my orientation is. To be honest, I’ve never slept with anyone because everything is a jumble in my head.” Myako felt a twinge of regret and said, “Oh dear. There I go again with my over-the-top enthusiasm and extreme spontaneity! I’m sorry, Astrid, 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 a girlfriend?” Astrid shook her head to say no. Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and Myako pulled her into a hug, then said in a gentler tone, “But that’s not a requirement, you know! Take me, for example: I’ve dated guys and girls, but I’ve never officially committed to anyone. I love everyone and can be attracted to anybody, regardless of gender. I don’t make a distinction between a penis and a vagina—what matters is the attraction!”
Astrid looked at her and asked, “Are you attracted to me?” Myako giggled and replied spontaneously, “If I weren’t attracted to you, we wouldn’t be here holding surgical gloves and strap-ons!” Myako took Astrid’s hand and placed it on her panties, saying, “Look how wet you’re making me!” Astrid smiled, deep down, feeling the dampness of Myako’s panties against her hand was making her wet, too. She took Myako’s hand and placed it on her own panties, saying, “I think you’re making me wet too, I’ve felt attracted to you from the moment I first saw you.” Without waiting a moment longer, Myako rushed passionately toward the beautiful redhead and kissed her fervently. Astrid felt a wave of heat wash over her and surrendered to the furious kiss. Then Myako asked her, “So, are we trying on those wonderful gloves or not?” Astrid nodded, laughing, and opened her envelope. She slipped on her gloves under Myako’s attentive gaze, and—thrilled by the sensation they stirred in her hands—she removed her dress and bra, leaving Myako open-mouthed at the sight of such large, firm breasts.
She looked at Myako and began caressing and licking her own breasts. Myako, in turn, opened her package and put on her gloves. She was incredibly aroused, and when she saw Astrid lower her hands and slip one beneath her panties, she began to get wet with excitement. She took off her dress, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She caressed her breasts, then slipped a hand inside her panties and began to masturbate while watching Astrid do the same. Both women removed their panties and started masturbating frantically, letting out little cries of pleasure. They climaxed together and kissed 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! It’s the first time I’ve masturbated in front of someone, and the first time someone’s masturbated for me! It was so, so pleasurable! Thanks for giving me the confidence, Myako.” Myako smiled, gathered her things, and went to bed, saying, “Good night, my beautiful red-haired flame!” Astrid replied, “Good night to you too, my fantastic, explosive little Japanese girl!”
Chapter VI – The Mistress
The next morning, I got up early to take a good shower and start the day off on the right foot, and I put on the clothes that had been provided for me. Black trousers, black shoes, and a casual white shirt made up my outfit for the day. No tie or bow tie this time. I put on my beautiful gold watch and waited for Heather to come pick me up for breakfast. At six-forty-five sharp, there was a knock at the door, and I told the person to come in. It was obviously Heather. She looked lovely and radiant. She was wearing a short, sleeveless white dress, the usual black thigh-highs, and black high heels. She wore short black gloves made of the same nylon as her stockings, featuring a puffy flourish at the wrist. I took her hand and kissed it while looking at her. She seemed surprised and blushed slightly. She said, “Hello, Charles—did you sleep well? Let’s go have breakfast, we’re going to be late.”
Just as on the previous evening, I was the last to join the table. And just as on the previous evening, the female guests were all dressed alike. They were wearing little black sleeveless dresses, black thigh-high stockings—which seemed to be the house’s signature look—black high heels, and black nylon gloves reaching up to their shoulders. They were all ravishing, and I felt myself getting hard as I looked at them. Gabriela laughed and said, “Ladies, I think Charles is about to get a hard-on!” Everyone burst out laughing, and I joined in, saying, “How could I not get hard looking at such delightful, gloved ladies?”
Maeva entered the room, she was radiant and exuded good spirits. She was wearing long, black leather stiletto boots that reached her thighs, a tight little black leather dress, and short black leather gloves. She inspired confidence, power, and authority. She walked over to Astrid and invited her to stand up. She said, “Hello, my beautiful flame—did you sleep well?” and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She then walked around the table and did the same with each of the girls. Then, once she reached me, she motioned for me to stand up and looked at me intently. She placed her leather-gloved hands on me and said tenderly, “Happy anniversary of the day we first met, my handsome, beloved Charles!” She kissed me passionately—tongue and all—while caressing my hair and face. She announced to everyone, “This is the first and last time I’ll ever kiss a boy. I have to admit, kissing Charles like that made my panties wet! You see the effect our magnificent Charles has?” She burst out laughing, and everyone joined in.
I was stunned, yet at the same time, hardly surprised. Maeva and I have always loved each other, and I believe that is the reason I never had a serious relationship with anyone else. I always remained faithful and loyal to Maeva, and she knew it full well. She spoke as a queen would to her advisors. “My friends, my loves, my children. You may now speak to me as freely and as often as you wish. Yesterday was a bit unusual, and I had no desire to cause friction among you or show favoritism toward anyone. But you all know me: when addressing me, you must always call me Mistress in my presence. Do I make myself clear?” she said in an authoritative tone. We replied in unison, “Yes, Mistress.”
She took her seat, looked at me while pouring herself a tea, and said, “I heard you had a rather memorable end to the evening? Can you tell us about it? And don’t hold back on the details, from now on, there will be no secrets among the seven of us. We have to share everything if we want the team to work.” I replied, “Mistress, what exactly is this team business?” She smiled and answered, “All in good time, my curious little wolf! Now, come on—tell us!” I smiled and, slightly embarrassed, told everyone how Heather had made me come and how I had ejaculated on her face. Myako looked at me and said, “Lucky you!” The others looked at me silently but with happy smiles. Florence took my hand and placed it between her thighs, saying softly, “Look, things like this really turn me on—feel my penis getting hard under my panties!” Everyone burst out laughing, and I felt embarrassed. Florence didn’t seem so shy anymore—at least not with me!
Maeva turned to Astrid and said, “And you, my little spark—did anything good happen to you after the banquet? Did you like the gloves I left in your room?” She blushed and confessed, “Myako and I get along wonderfully, and yes, I appreciated the lovely surgical gloves you gave us, Mistress. But I wasn’t ready for a full sexual encounter with anyone yet, so we masturbated for each other instead. It was magical!” Maeva put the question to Camille: “And what about you, my voluptuous, shining star?” Camille replied with joy and spontaneity, as if eager to reveal her secret: “Mistress, I kept thinking about what it would be like to see Charles dressed as a woman, it overwhelmed me, and above all, it turned me on immensely. I masturbated using those wonderful surgical gloves lying around in a drawer. I had two orgasms!”
Maeva laughed heartily, but I felt very embarrassed. “Gabriela? Is there anything you’d like to say?” Maeva asked as she spread jam on a piece of toast. Gabriela smiled. “Mistress, I, too, got carried away with the pleasures of masturbation—but using those fabulous yellow rubber gloves you kindly left on my nightstand. Of course, the story of Charles dressed as a woman really turned me on! But seeing the package containing those wonderful rubber gloves excited me so much that I couldn’t help but pleasure myself—and I came like crazy!” Maeva smiled once again, evidently satisfied with what she was hearing.
She looked at Florence, who was visibly blushing at the thought of what she was about to reveal. “And what about you, my lovely Florence? Did you enjoy my little gift?” It took Florence a moment to answer, and everyone was watching her, waiting for her confession. “Mistress, thank you for the wonderful black latex gloves you gave me. You know I adore latex and that it turns me on intensely. I slipped them on slowly while thinking of Charles dressed as a woman, and my cock swelled with desire. I fantasized about him dressed as a sexy nurse, sucking me greedily while thrusting his gloved fingers into my ass. I masturbated for a good twenty minutes, stimulating my prostate—thank you for the lubricant. I came and got it everywhere, I had to change my sheets.” Maeva smiled and replied, “Of course—your famous fantasy about the nurse with a penis! Well, Charles, it seems you made quite an impression! You made a lot of women come tonight and haunted the minds of several of us, I have to admit, friends, that I also masturbated—wearing my usual leather gloves—while thinking about Charles, dressed as a woman, sucking Florence’s cock!” She burst out laughing, and everyone joined in—except me.
Maeva looked at me and gently tapped my arm with her leather-gloved hand, saying, “Smile, Charles—it’s wonderful to be the fantasy of several women in such a short time!” Myako looked at me and said, with her usual spontaneity, “The more I look at you, the more I notice your fine, almost feminine features. You would definitely make a beautiful woman!” Astrid nodded in agreement, and everyone concurred—much to the delight of Maeva, who was beaming. Maeva glanced at her watch and said, “Breakfast is over. The day can begin. Your personal assistants will escort you to the meeting room. Charles, stay behind for a moment, I need to speak with you privately.”
Chapter VII – The Request
Only Heather and I were left in the room with Maeva. I asked, “Mistress, is something wrong?” and she replied in a slightly annoyed tone, “Drop the ‘Mistress’ title when it’s just the two of us, would you? You and I have known each other for thirty-five years, you know everything about me and my businesses. You’re stagnating in your job running a tiny company of two hundred employees—you hate your bosses and you’re underpaid, and you know it full well. Your parents have both passed away, and there’s nothing keeping you in Canada anymore. I’m asking you—with all the love we’ve shared over the years—to trust me and join my team. If I have to get down on my knees, I will. I really need you.”
I looked at her, incredulous and full of questions. Then I replied, “Maeva, what is wrong that you aren’t telling me? What is the reason for me leaving my country to come and settle in yours? What is the reason for me leaving my job—which I hate, of course? Tell me, explain it to me!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she smiled and replied, “Charles, I’m sixty years old and I have Alzheimer. The doctors say it’s incurable, and I have only a year or two left before my faculties begin to deteriorate. Eventually, I will no longer be able to carry out my duties. I said, “Maeva…” in a voice heavy with sorrow, but she placed a hand over my mouth to silence me. “Hush! Please, let me speak. I’ve had an exciting life, but I want to spend my final moments of lucidity with you and the others. But especially with you. I need to pass the torch, and you’re the only one I fully trust.” I felt my eyes welling up and my voice failing me from the emotion. She smiled and said, “Don’t cry, my love, I’ve accepted my fate and I’m at peace with it. Promise me you’ll join me. I beg you.” I answered her very gently, with the complete sincerity she knows so well: “Alright, my love. You know I’d do anything for you. So, that’s how it will be. Tell me what I can do, and I’ll obey.” She smiled at me, kissed me, and said, “Let’s go join the others,” and we headed toward the meeting room.
The meeting room was immense, as was the table. The room featured all the amenities of a standard meeting space. Everyone was already seated in the same order as in the dining room, with the chair at the head of the table reserved for Maeva. What stood out was that an assistant stood behind each guest—all in the same pose, hands clasped in front of them—waiting for instructions.
Maeva waited for me to take my seat beside her, with Heather behind me, and then she spoke. “My friends, as you can see, I have always surrounded myself with women, and that will never change. The only exception is Charles, a man who possesses many feminine psychological traits, he thinks like a woman most of the time and never acts the way most men do. That is why we hit it off and why our bond has lasted for thirty-five years.” “He is my confidant, he is more than loyal, and he loves me without question. I love him just as unquestioningly. If he had a pussy and breasts, he would be perfection.” There was light laughter in the room, from the female guests and their assistants alike. “If you are here with me this weekend, it is not solely to celebrate our thirty-five years of pure digital love. That is largely a matter between him and me. The true reason for your presence here is the trust I place in all of you. You answered the call without hesitation, and that is a testament to your loyalty. ”
She continued, “None of the six of you is happy in your work or your life and hasn’t been for a long time. Nothing holds you back in your home country, as none of you has a family or close relatives yet. Furthermore, you are all underpaid given your immense talents.”
She paused briefly, overcome with emotion, and continued her speech. “I have just spoken with Charles and explained certain things to him—things I am now sharing with you. I am in the early stages of Alzheimer’s disease. For the moment, I’m still doing well. Aside from a few minor lapses of memory here and there, I still have my wits about me, and I’m just as bossy as ever.” She started to laugh, but no one joined in this time. She continued without wasting a moment. “The doctors give me one to two years before my health deteriorates and I gradually start forgetting important things. That is why I am turning to you, my dears, so that my crack team can take over from me.”
They all looked at each other and then at me, very seriously. Maeva spoke again. “This day will be decisive for all of you, I know I am giving you little time to make a decision, but time is short, and it is imperative that I forge a team to whom I can pass the torch. My children—my beloved ones—I am making you equal heirs, effective immediately. You have one day to decide whether you truly want to take on the challenge of a lifetime or remain in your current lives, which are holding you back. To prove how serious I am, your personal assistants will hand out a form for you to provide your banking details. One million pounds will be deposited into your accounts this afternoon, and you may keep it, regardless of your decision. Do you have any questions?”
No one answered. Everyone remained speechless for several long minutes, the documents were handed to each guest, and Astrid broke the silence. “Mistress, I am deeply sorry about your illness and I understand your situation. But why us? We’re just poor little fetishists of no real importance!” Maeva smiled and replied, “That is where you are completely wrong, my fiery beauty.” She paused briefly to reflect, then answered very gently. “Okay, I’m going to explain it to you again as best I can, and I’ll even tell you which positions you’ll be filling. I chose you because I know you all inside out—I picked you for your temperaments and for the talents you yourselves underestimate.”
Chapter VIII – The Team
She looked at me and said, “Charles will be the CEO, he’ll manage my companies, which employ over 80,000 people worldwide. As for you, Astrid, you know the numbers so well that nothing slips through the cracks on your watch. You’ll be the Vice President of Accounting for all the companies. Myako, your immense talent as a hacker makes you the perfect choice for Vice President of IT Security. Camille, your talents are too great for you to remain just a lowly administrative assistant, you have what it takes to be the Vice President of Administration for the entire group. Gabriela, your sense of justice and your determination to fight injustice with strength and vigor make you the perfect Vice President of Security, and finally, Florence, your vast knowledge of IT makes you the perfect candidate for the position of Vice President of IT and Hardware.”
Maeva looked at us for a long moment without saying a word. She was giving us time to take it all in, so I spoke up: “My dear new friends, I completely understand your hesitation. As for me, my mind is made up—I’m in, for the sake of my lovely Maeva.” Myako asked, “And where will we be staying?” Maeva answered without a moment’s hesitation—and without batting an eye at Myako’s failure to address her by her proper title. “Right here, of course! You already have your own quarters, fully equipped with everything you need—and then some! We’ll have any personal belongings you want to keep brought over, and you can ask for whatever you like, whenever you like! As for compensation, you will all receive the same amount, you will become my equal heirs! I will remain President until I am no longer able to do so, and Charles will take over after that! None of your positions currently exist, they will be created specifically for you, and you will develop your own departments with help from Charles and me!”
She looked at me and paused. I said gently, “Mistress, it won’t be an easy task—you’ll agree with that!” She looked at me and smiled, replying, “Of course I realize that, Mr. Executive Vice President!” Then she burst into such genuine laughter that everyone relaxed and laughed heartily along with her. She spoke again, this time to talk about the assistants. “My dears, look behind you. These six lovely women are just like the rest of us. They love gloves and have quite a healthy sexual appetite. I’ve known them all for years—just as I have you—and they’re joining the team, they are *your* personal assistants! They were chosen specifically to match each of your temperaments, and they’ll be your right-hand women for everything—and when I say everything, I mean *anything* you want!” She caught her breath and pressed on. “These beautiful women have been working for me for a few months now, and they’ve been privy to all our private conversations. They know you just as well as I do and are ready to serve you however they can to ensure our mission succeeds. And yes, Camille—your assistant is just waiting for the green light to eat your pussy, if that’s what you want! Come on, let’s go around the table and make some introductions.”
She took a sip of water, looked at me with a smile, and began the introductions. “Astrid—the tall, beautiful blonde with blue eyes and a shapely figure—is named Alice. She’s a numbers expert, she’s bisexual, and she has a strong penchant for surgical gloves.
Myako, the voluptuous little redhead behind you, is a hacker too. a good one, at that! Her name is Niamh and she’s open to just about anything and she really loves satin gloves.
Camille—the petite, lovely young Black woman with you—is named Anya. She is an administration expert, 100% lesbian, and loves all kinds of gloves, the mere mention of them makes her cum.
Gabriela—the beautiful, slender blonde woman acting as your assistant—is named Natalia. She is a fierce fighter and an excellent shot. Rubber gloves turn her on immensely.
Florence, you might not have realized it, but the beautiful, dark-haired woman with pale skin who is with you is named Elisabeth. She is a pro with computer systems and, like you, has kept her penis. She confessed to me yesterday that she would love to be penetrated by you, like you, she is a latex fanatic.”
She caught her breath and continued, “Charles, you’ve surely realized that Heather is the woman of your wildest fantasies. She’s amazing at everything and a master multitasker. You already know what else she’s capable of—she gets soaking wet just talking about surgical gloves.
So, girls, are you in? Say yes! You’ll be treated incredibly well, and your lives will be better for it. Take the time to think it over until tomorrow. But if you say yes, you’ll only be going back for a few weeks to settle your affairs, and then you’ll return to start your new life. I won’t be joining you for dinner, I’ll leave you to discuss it among yourselves.”
We were sitting in our respective seats, the girls looked pensive, and I could sense them weighing the pros and cons. Gabriela asked me, “Charles, did you say yes right away?” I replied, “Of course—it’s Maeva. Besides, I hate my bosses and I’m completely fed up with treading water. Here, I’m living out something I’ve always secretly dreamed of, so why not?”
Myako said, “Yeah, why not? I’m game!” Florence looked at me, slightly embarrassed, then said provocatively, “If you stay, I’m staying too, I absolutely want you to suck me off while you are dressed as a woman.” She started laughing, just like the others. I ended up bursting into laughter too and planted a kiss on her nylon-gloved hand. She blushed. Suddenly, Camille exclaimed cheerfully, “Oh, screw it! Charles, if I ever get penetrated by a rock-hard cock, I want it to be yours! I’m staying too!” Astrid was lost in thought for a moment, then said pensively, “That sounds like a good option, my title has a nice ring to it, and my assistant is just my type—there might be something delicious to do with her!” Myako shot her an amused look and said, “Hey, don’t forget—you’re trying out the strap-on with *me*!” The uproarious, uncontrollable laughter broke out again. Then Gabriela said, “If I want to move forward, now is the time. Nothing is holding me back in Spain, and the idea of heading up security appeals to me quite a bit. Besides, if I want to have my first experience with a woman, Natalia seems like a great option!” After the meal, I asked them all the final question: “So, we’re setting off on an adventure and following our Mistress blindly?” They all answered “yes” almost in unison. Our assistants came to get us, and I asked that Maeva be notified we were waiting for her in the meeting room.
The girls were chatting with their respective assistants, asking questions or suggesting ideas for the development of their departments. I asked Heather, “So, what do you think about all this?” She replied without hesitation, “If Maeva hadn’t been there, I might be dead. I owe her a lot, so I think it’s a great challenge.” I smiled and said, “I mean, the fetish aspect—the sex, the gloves, the fact that I can ask you for anything…” She smiled, kissed me on the mouth while placing her nylon-gloved hand on my crotch, and said, “That’s just a bonus. We all knew what to expect when Maeva recruited us, and honestly, all the assistants here are incredibly turned on by the idea. These girls—myself included—are nymphomaniacs, we adore gloves and we’re addicted to sex. We all masturbate at least twice a day, and we screw each other in our spare time, too. During yesterday’s banquet, we had a six-person gangbang, and you saw how, right after the banquet, I came and sucked you off passionately without needing any convincing. We’re all like that, any occasion is a good one for sex—especially with gloves!”
I was looking at her intently, and she said, “See? I’d be ready to get taken right here, right now, on the table while all the others watch and masturbate. You like that idea, you old pervert—you’re already getting hard!” At that moment Maeva walked into the room. “You asked to see me, Charles—what is it?” she asked, her tone wary. I simply replied, “Mistress, we accept your proposal. All of us. We’re coming on board, you’ve got your crack team, and the assistants are delightful and highly intelligent. It’s going to be one hell of a working team—and a spectacular team when it comes to the bonuses that might follow!” She took her seat, let a few tears of joy escape, and said, “Bring the papers and some champagne!”
Chapter IX – The Transformation
Once the papers were signed, Maeva informed us that dinner would be served earlier and would be a shorter affair. “Heirs, let’s grab a bite to eat before getting ready for the magnificent and exciting evening ahead! We’ll have no more than two hours to prepare. Your assistants will escort you to the banquet hall, and they will come back and help you slip into your special outfits for the evening and get you looking your best.” After the quick supper, Maeva had small glasses brought out containing a strange, greenish liquid. “My friends, this is a little homemade blend of relaxing substances to set the mood and help open your minds to what lies ahead. You aren’t obliged to take it, but I highly recommend it to sharpen your senses. Your assistants will be taking it too and joining us for an evening rich in new sensations. It will take effect in about two hours, and the effects can last up to eight. See you later, my dears!” We all drank the liquid without asking questions, and then our assistants led us to our rooms.
Heather said to me, “You can go wash up, a good shower will do you a world of good. In the meantime, I’ll get your uniform ready for this evening.” But what exactly was this special uniform? What would happen during the evening? I had serious doubts about it, yet I was still very intrigued. I stepped out of the shower with a towel around my waist. I asked Heather where my costume was, and she replied, “It’s hanging up—don’t worry. Come and sit down, I’m going to get you ready according to Mistress Maeva’s instructions.” She pointed to a chair in front of a small vanity table with a mirror. She dried my hair, taking care to run her gloved hands over my skin to arouse me a little. Then, she took a case out of a bag and said, “Just let me do this, and don’t ask questions I can’t answer.” It was a women’s makeup kit!
I had always fantasized about wearing makeup and lipstick, and Maeva knew it very well. Yet, I had never actually done it. Given all the hints dropped since the day before and the general excitement surrounding the idea, I knew exactly what my special costume would be. I had previously expressed a fantasy about dressing as a woman—even trying a few things once or twice—but I had never taken it any further. Tonight, however, I was going to cross that line, and even though I felt nervous, the idea thrilled me immensely! She asked me, “You’re shivering—are you nervous?” I answered in the affirmative while she applied my eye makeup. “Did you take the relaxant?” I told her yes, and she said, “Perfect, it will help you and heighten your senses. You’ll see—the sensation is slightly euphoric, you feel a bit loose, but every sensation is magnified tenfold. Plus, it will significantly delay your ejaculation while keeping your erection rock-hard. When you climax, the orgasm will be indescribable.”
She took out a lipstick and said, “This shade is magnificent, and it will stay on for at least twenty-four hours, even if you use your mouth to the extreme.” Then she pulled out another tube and said, “Lip gloss. To make your lips look glossy and inviting.” When she was finished, she said, “Look at me.” She took a quick look, applied a little makeup to my cheeks with a brush, and said, “Gorgeous! Your features are made for makeup, it really gives you a very feminine look! No, don’t look just yet!” She opened a bag and took out a magnificent, long, and very sleek black wig. Heather put it on me, and her eyes lit up. “Extraordinary—impressive! Turn around and look at yourself in the mirror.” What I saw made me jump. I looked incredibly beautiful! She told me to take off my towel and sit at the foot of the bed. She opened the wardrobe and took out a very short, sleeveless black velvet dress, then a latex bodice with breasts, which she helped me put on. I found myself feeling my penis getting hard. She gave it a little tap with her finger and said, “That’s a good sign.” Once the bodice was properly fitted, the breasts didn’t look fake at all. I found myself fondling them and thought it was cool, under Heather’s amused gaze.
She helped me slip on a piece of delicate black lace lingerie featuring straps to hold up thigh-high stockings. The stockings were sheer black nylon with a lovely wide band featuring a subtle pattern. Once I had them on and fastened, Heather whispered, “I’d go down on you right now! You turn me on! Maeva said no underwear, so just leave your cock as it is—the dress will hide it anyway.” Once I’d slipped on the dress, she said, “You look so incredibly sexy!” She brought out a pair of stunning, sky-high heels in a dazzling black. She asked, “Have you ever walked in shoes like these?” I replied, “Often—I frequently wear them with stockings during my masturbation sessions!” She said, “Perfect, let’s see. Put them on and walk around the room so I can watch.”
I paced the room three or four times, and everything was perfect. My balance was perfect, and I loved it. Then she handed me a magnificent pair of long black satin gloves and asked me to put them on. They were incredibly soft and reached all the way to my shoulders. I couldn’t help getting an erection. Heather found it amusing and said, “At least your penis isn’t sticking out of your dress!” I was starting to feel a bit more relaxed, and I felt like I was smiling more than I wanted to. Heather smiled and said, “That’s good, the relaxant is starting to kick in.” She checked her watch and said, “Let’s go—it’s time.”
Chapter X – The Evening
We made our way through a good part of the manor without encountering anyone, until Heather opened a door revealing a spiral staircase and stone walls. We walked about ten meters along a narrow, all-stone corridor, then arrived at a massive door made of wood and wrought iron. Heather opened the door and invited me inside. “Make yourself at home and help yourself to a drink,” she said. “We’ll see each other later.”
The room was somewhat dim, with soft lighting and red drapes concealing the stone walls. Upon entering, an assistant I hadn’t seen before welcomed me and offered me a drink. I was the first to arrive. I took a Scotch, and the assistant—dressed in red from head to toe and wearing black leather gloves—motioned for me to step onto the red carpet laid out on the floor. The room was actually L-shaped and extended much further back. Another assistant, also dressed entirely in red with matching black leather gloves, approached me and said with a smile, “Strike a pose, madam—a few photos for posterity.” I played along, striking a very sensual and alluring pose that delighted the photographer. “Perfect, thank you. You can proceed to the far end of the room by following the red carpet. Have a wonderful evening!”
The room was much brighter in the center but remained just as dark along the sides. There was another bar with another attendant dressed just like the other two. Moving past the bar, the lighting became brilliant, and I saw what was in the center of the room. A large solid-wood throne was surrounded by four large beds arranged in a semicircle, covered in sheets that appeared to be waterproof. Various sex cushions and comfort accessories were scattered across dressers and small tables. Large antique sofas and armchairs faced the beds, and what surprised me most was seeing a multitude of cameras positioned at various angles all around the room, it seemed to me that no angle had been overlooked.
I settled into one of the armchairs and waited, sipping my Scotch. The relaxant was taking full effect, and I felt incredibly good. Then, about ten minutes after I arrived, I saw a figure approaching me with a sensual, feline gait. It was Florence. She was wearing a magnificent pale green latex nurse’s dress that was almost as short as mine. She wore long, white thigh-high latex stockings held up by a white latex garter that disappeared beneath the hem of her dress. She wore beautiful white stilettos and very long white latex gloves. Her lips were a deep red, and her eyes were delicately made up. She looked sublime and incredibly desirable. She said hello without recognizing me, then realized who I was. She started shouting with ecstasy, saying, “Oh my God! You look fabulous! Even better than in my fantasies from yesterday!” She came and sat next to me and said, “You really turn me on, Charles!” She was giggling with pleasure and absolutely delighted to see me dressed like that.
Nearly ten minutes later, another figure appeared, this time, it was Gabriela. She was wearing a lovely maid’s outfit, complete with sheer nylon thigh-highs and black stilettos. To finish off the uniform, she had slipped on a pair of yellow rubber gloves. She wore dark lipstick, and her eyes gave her a mysterious air. She immediately recognized Florence, who hastened to say, “Look! Look! You see what a stunning woman he makes? He turns me on so much I’d suck him off right then and there!”
When she recognized me, Gabriela exclaimed, “Oh my God! You’re even more stunning than I could have imagined! You’re making me wet, Charles—you look magnificent!” Florence caught sight of my fake breasts and touched them, exclaiming, “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, “Let’s do it right now—I’m ready,” and tried to reach under my dress. “Hey, not so fast, you naughty nurse! Let the evening get started first!” She gave me a sultry look and whispered, “So, are you really going to let me touch your hard cock after all?” I smiled and winked at her. “We’ll see what happens!” My inhibitions were fading, I was incredibly relaxed and felt my desire rising, even without an erection. Then, Florence looked at Gabriela and took one of her gloved hands, asking, “What does it feel like to have rubber gloves on a cock? I’ve never tried it!” Gabriela replied, “Maybe I’ll show you later—if you aren’t too naughty!” Florence seemed delighted!
Ten minutes later, Camille headed our way. She looked radiant in her short, immaculately white nurse’s dress. She wore white thigh-high nylon stockings featuring a lovely floral pattern on the band. She had on long, elbow-length surgical gloves and a striking dark red lipstick. Her eyes were bright and very mischievous. On her feet, she wore pretty little white ankle boots with extremely high heels that made her look taller and gave her an imposing presence. She saw me and shrieked like a madwoman, “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 the one who shines the brightest tonight!” I smiled at her and said, “Hey there, beautiful Camille—I’ve got some competition with you around! 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 wasn’t really sure what I was saying anymore. I was in a state of pure bliss and just letting myself go completely. She laughed heartily and shot back, “Challenge accepted!” What was I doing? I was promising to fuck everyone, at this rate, I wouldn’t last very long!
Barely four minutes had passed when 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 in the same brilliant red as her dress. Her gold earrings were impossible to miss—they were incredibly long. Her makeup was breathtaking, her lips and eyes were as black as coal. And her gloves! Long black leather gloves reaching all the way to her shoulders! She had the air of a Hollywood star, she was simply magnificent and alluring. She moved toward us very slowly, with divine grace and a sophisticated gait. She stopped abruptly in front of Florence and asked very politely, “Excuse me, you sumptuous latex creature, but could you yield your seat to me for a brief moment so that I might speak with the breathtaking and charming lady seated beside you?” Florence replied with the same verve, “But of course, my dear, radiant Milady.” Florence stood up and gave her seat to Myako, who looked me up and down with a huge grin. “Dressed like that, I’ll have no choice but to suck the cock hidden beneath that magnificent gown! You’ve got me absolutely dripping, my dearest beauty!” I flashed a charming smile and replied, “My dearest, majestic young lady, seeing you parade about in your finest finery has given me an incredible erection! It would only be fitting for me to devour your pussy ravenously!” She started laughing and said to me, “I’m completely high and incredibly turned on! I get wet at the slightest thing, and I love it!” I replied with a laugh, “I’m just as high, but I can hold it in a little longer—though not for too long!”
Suddenly, Astrid appeared before us in truly incredible splendor. She was wearing a very short little black PVC dress with a full-length front zipper. The dress was so tight and glossy that it accentuated her curves to perfection. She wore long, glossy black stiletto boots that reached almost to her pussy, along with matching glossy black gloves that extended to her shoulders, her makeup was as black as Myako’s. Her long, flaming hair provided a striking contrast, making her look like a red fire burning everything in its path. She saw Myako, and her eyes lit up. She leaned in and kissed her passionately, saying, “You turn me on, Myako—you look absolutely stunning!” Myako pointed a finger in my direction. When she saw me, she couldn’t help but blurt out, “Holy shit!” loud enough for everyone to hear. She said to me, “You’re actually dressed as a woman! Seriously! Your makeup makes your face look so feminine and delicate! You’re going to make pussies wet tonight!” To which I replied, “And get cocks hard, too—it’s already happened. You get cocks hard, too! You’re fascinating, incredibly beautiful—and forgive me if the relaxant is making me talk, but I’d eat your pussy out in a heartbeat!” She stepped closer, lifted her dress slightly, and showed me her beautiful little pussy, wet with desire. “You bet! I’m determined to lose my virginity tonight, and you’re part of the plan, beautiful lady!” Another one. If this keeps up, I’m going to have to fuck them all and eat an astronomical amount of pussies! Then I remembered what Heather had told me about the lipstick…
Chapter XI – The Initiation
Suddenly, a bell rang, and two assistants—strangers to us but dressed like the ones at the entrance—arrived, pushing large chests on wheels. They positioned the chests between the beds and opened them, removing the side panels to reveal what was inside. From where I was sitting, I could clearly see several boxes of sterile surgical gloves and bottles of what looked like lubricant. I couldn’t make out the other items very well, but I thought I saw dildos and other sex toys, such as floggers. Then, the two assistants turned on the cameras, once the countless cameras were running, one of them took out a clapperboard, positioned herself right in the middle of the room, and snapped the top arm down. The evening was truly beginning.
Our personal assistants emerged from behind the throne—three on one side and three on the other—and came over to us. They were stunning, ravishing, and—at the risk of repeating myself—incredibly hot. They were all dressed—if you could call it that—in the same way. They wore red corsets that left their breasts, pussies, and asses exposed. They wore long red boots with extremely high heels that reached all the way up to their groins. Long red leather gloves extended to their shoulders, and they wore red leather collars featuring a metal ring. Our respective assistants came personally to fetch us and lead us before the throne, where we formed a line facing the great chair. Each assistant took her place behind her guest and placed a gloved hand on the guest’s right shoulder. Then, a second bell rang out. Heather whispered in my ear, “Tonight, you become Charlotte.”
I was on cloud nine, absolutely thrilled at the sight of all those gloved women—and then she told me I was going to become one of them? Then, Maeva made her solemn entrance. It was to be a grand ceremony, a ritual, a rite of passage, an initiation. She was wearing exactly the same outfit as the assistants, but in black. She took her seat and began to speak.
“My friends, my children. Tonight, you become my heirs, with all the responsibilities and duties that such a position entails. Tonight, you become members of the congregation and of our financial empire. But before you can access all that I offer you, you must prove that you are worthy of it—and that you are capable of truly knowing your fellow members and, above all, knowing yourselves and accept who you truly are. Some of you are still finding yourselves. With the help of your friends and assistants—and with my help—you will find your path and your inner strength. Tonight, there are flowers that are about to bloom. Let us help these flowers grow and embrace their true selves.“
She was majestic and embodied supreme power. “Charlotte. Come closer to me,” she said in a commanding tone. I replied, “Yes, Mistress.” Heather gave my shoulder a light push, and we approached Maeva, who was seated firmly on the throne with her legs spread wide, fully exposing her pussy. She spoke again. “Charlotte, tonight you are becoming a fulfilled woman who no longer envies her past. Live the life you’ve always wanted deep down, and embrace who you are. Get on your knees and lick me.” Heather pushed me down to my knees in front of Maeva, who planted one boot on the ground and tapped me lightly on the head with a riding crop. I was excitedly licking Maeva’s boot while Heather held my hands behind my back. Then, Maeva lifted her boot, placed her index finger just above her pussy, and ordered, “Taste me. Show me what you can do with your tongue.” Heather gently guided my head toward Maeva’s wet pussy, and I began to lick—softly at first, then with increasing intensity. She said, “Charlotte, stand up and kiss your assistant.” I obeyed, and Maeva said, “You are now bound together forever.” Heather led me back into line, and one by one, the other five girls underwent the same initiation. Once the initiation was complete, Maeva stood up and announced the start of the festivities. “My heirs, the time has come for you to unite and discover a new world of pleasure—one that reaches the very pinnacle of ecstasy. I have provided toys, surgical gloves, and lubricant for you to explore new avenues you have never ventured down before. Masturbate, eat pussy, suck cock, penetrate, get fucked in the ass—do whatever you like—but never, under any circumstances, remove your gloves, unless you are putting on the surgical gloves provided in your specific sizes. Have fun while respecting one another, and explore! Charlotte, I honestly think you’re going to be in high demand tonight. Let yourself go—enjoy it and give pleasure. Don’t worry, with what you’ve taken, you certainly won’t be climaxing right away! Let the party begin!”
Chapter XII – The Explorations
Heather said to me, “You’re really hot for an older woman! You turn me on, you know! Florence is coming over, I think you owe her a blowjob!” Florence invited me to sit next to her on one of the beds, under Heather’s amused gaze. Then, Astrid came over to join us with Myako. Gabriela was chatting with Camille and Natalia, watched closely by Maeva. It was Myako who broke the ice. “So, what’s it like being in a woman’s body? Are you going to stay like this?” I replied, “I think so—actually, I’ve always secretly wanted this to happen, but I never dared to cross that line, and I think I’m going to love it. It might be the relaxant making me talk, but I find myself pretty hot! Look, I’m even turning myself on!”
Astrid noticed my erection and asked, “Can I touch it?” I smiled at her and replied, “Go ahead, we have to start sometime if we want to have some fun!” She giggled and lifted my dress slightly to reveal my fully erect member. She gently took it in one of her PVC-gloved hands and began to stroke it very softly, under Myako’s attentive gaze. Astrid wanted to know what it was like to put it in her mouth. Myako said softly, “Give it a try, you’ll see.” Astrid smiled, stuck out her tongue, and began licking my rock-hard penis. Myako moved closer and told Astrid, “You can stroke his testicles like this, too.” She tenderly placed a leather-gloved hand on my balls and began caressing them while Astrid licked my glans as best she could. Myako said, “Wait, let me show you.” She took my cock in her hand, stroked it very gently, put it in her mouth, and began sucking delicately. Then, she handed my penis to Astrid, who did the same—she was a fast learner! She was already sucking much better than some girls I’d slept with!
Florence was watching the scene intently. I motioned for her to come closer and kissed her very gently. She was pleased and caressed my cheeks with her latex-gloved hands. Then, Myako asked Florence if she could take her place, as she wanted to be the 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 to be asked twice. She changed seats and moved to the other side to make more room for Myako and Astrid’s lovemaking. Florence whispered softly 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 give you a lot of pleasure.” She kissed me with intensity and passion, sliding her latex-clad hand down toward my rock-hard cock. She began to stroke it ever so gently, taking the time to firmly cup my balls along the way. She gazed at me with her magnificent, sparkling blue eyes, the effects of the relaxant were even stronger now, and I felt incredible—ready to do anything to give her pleasure.
Maeva walked around the room, observing. Apart from the four of us, no one else seemed in a rush to get in on the action. Gabriela was sitting on a sofa with Natalia and Anya, the three of them watching us with great interest. Anya seemed deeply captivated by Gabriela’s beauty, she laughed with her, occasionally resting a hand subtly on her thigh. A little further away, Camille watched us closely, slowly caressing herself over her clothes. She seemed ready to take the plunge, yet clearly hesitated. Then Maeva approached, stroked her hair, and whispered softly, “Bloom, my lovely Camille. Open up. Live out your fantasies to the fullest. Break the chains holding you back from fully savoring pleasures you’ve never known! Your pussy is soaking wet with desire! Go on—let Charlotte eat you out, that’s exactly what she’s waiting for! And that is exactly what you desire deep down!”
Myako was eating Astrid out with appetite and passion, and Astrid seemed to truly enjoy what Myako was doing to her. She placed her hand on Myako’s head, pressing it a little firmly against her pussy as if to signal her to be more forceful. I watched them both and found them so beautiful and delicate! They turned me on incredibly. The soft, languid caresses Florence bestowed upon me with her magnificent long latex gloves soon ignited a deep desire to fuck her wildly. I tried to get up to make Florence lie down on the bed when she said, “Not so fast, you delicious, fearless beauty! The evening is just getting started! Learn to control your urges and savor every little touch, gentle caress, and passionate kiss coming your way.” And she went on gently stroking my fully engorged cock…
Camille approached us very gently, watching with curiosity. She took care not to block the view of our three spectators and positioned herself slightly to the side of the bed to get a better look. She was in no rush and seemed to savor every millisecond of the action. Then Alice, Myako’s assistant, came over to us. She stopped in front of the large chest and took out a medium-sized strap-on. She walked past Florence and me, eyeing us with keen interest, then placed the strap-on between me and Astrid, who was still having her pussy eaten out by Myako. Alice leaned in behind Myako and ran her hand over her small, rounded bottom. Myako flinched, turned slowly, gave her assistant a lovely smile, and resumed—with renewed vigor—the snack that Astrid was enjoying so much. Camille moved closer to me, lifted her right leg, and rested her foot on the bed. She watched as Florence gently stroked my balls, occasionally running her latex-clad hands over my erect cock. She unbuttoned the top of her sexy, form-fitting dress and bared one of her breasts. It was huge and very firm. I had never seen a breast that big up close in my entire life, and I liked the thought that I might get to lick it. She let a little saliva trickle onto her breast as she devoured me with her eyes, like a feline salivating at the sight of its prey. Then, she brought her large breast toward her mouth and licked her nipple, all the while looking at me very suggestively. She let go of that breast, brought out the other one, and repeated the same movements. She caressed her nipples, which had grown hard and peaked, and vigorously kneaded her ample bosom with both gloved hands. She loved it—that was certain—and I really loved 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 to remove the dress completely. She cupped Myako’s buttocks with her red leather-gloved hands and kissed her tenderly as the red dress fell to the floor, revealing a magnificent black satin corset that left her breasts bare and her pussy ready for service. Meanwhile, Astrid watched the scene and began to masturbate. She unzipped her dress, allowing her beautiful, large breasts to spill out and be bared. Camille followed suit and began to masturbate gently as well, it didn’t take long for her pussy to start getting wet. Alice picked up the strap-on and strapped it onto Myako, tightening the belts securely so it wouldn’t budge. She whispered in her 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 and discover 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, she took her by the chin and suddenly kissed her—a long, languorous kiss. She said softly, “Take your place beside Charlotte and enjoy yourself, my beautiful Camille.”
Myako had begun to penetrate Astrid sensually, giving her time to savor every thrust. The two gazed passionately into each other’s eyes, and Astrid surrendered herself completely to the sensations she was experiencing. 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 that I can’t quite focus. I tend to analyze everything happening around me, 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, I’m alert and aware of everything! Did you like watching me masturbate for you? It really turned me on!” I answered, “Camille, you’re making me hard. Oops—I’m already hard—but what I mean is, yes, you caught my eye and I really enjoyed it. Is there anything 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!” Across from us, our spectators exclaimed, “Holy shit, here we go! Camille just broke the ice—and in a big way, too!” I didn’t need to be asked twice and complied immediately. 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 her movements, slapping harder this time, and told me, “Bite my nipples”—which I did, very gently. She added, “Harder, you little slut—obey me!” Our audience couldn’t believe it, and neither could I. The sweet, playful Camille was transforming into a dominatrix and wanted to play rough.
Not far from us, Maeva watched the scene with rapt attention, delight, and amusement. Myako was fucking Astrid with passionate intensity and vigor, 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 aroused—something that did not escape Anya and Natalia.
Suddenly, Camille forcefully pushed me onto the bed so I was on my back, straddled me, and ordered me 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, and that was my first ever experience of facesitting. She was smothering me with her pussy, she would lift herself slightly on her knees to let me lick her, then sit back down to cut off my air. She repeated these movements over and over, and I began to tire and run desperately short of breath. I felt her thighs powerfully squeeze my head and heard her moan. At the same 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 Camille who is finally asserting herself. But let’s give Charlotte a little air and let her catch her breath, if you don’t mind.”
Camille let go of my face, sat up, and climbed off me. Heather looked at her tenderly, kissed her, and said, “Don’t go, we’re just taking a quick break before we continue.” Camille’s eyes sparkled, and she flashed one of her most beautiful smiles. She said to me, “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, saying, “Drink up—you need to stay hydrated, because the relaxant can cause dehydration, especially with the effort you two are putting in so wonderfully!” Heather turned around, went to the large chest, took something out, and came back 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.
Heather asked me to stand up and turn around. She unzipped my dress and undressed me, leaving me in nothing but my beautiful black satin lingerie and my breast forms. She said, “There you go, darling, you’ll be much more comfortable like that now.” She kissed me, kissed Camille, and told her, “Give in to temptation. Explore, enjoy yourself, and give pleasure.” She walked away with my dress and handed it to one of the assistants—dressed differently from the others—whom I hadn’t seen before. Myako pulled her strap-on out of Astrid’s pussy. The strap-on was completely dripping with Astrid’s juices, leaving a wet trail on the bed. Camille looked at my cock and asked me, “Can I touch it?” I replied, “Help yourself—you can do whatever you want!” 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 do the same. She took my cock and swallowed it without hesitation. She began sucking it frantically and with obvious delight, then pulled it from her mouth and offered it to Camille, who took it into her own mouth without a second thought.
Myako watched the scene with pure wonder in her eyes. She caressed her small, firm breasts and slid a hand down toward her crotch. Damn, that mysterious little Japanese girl was beautiful! I beckoned her to come closer. She climbed onto the bed and approached slowly, like a panther. 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 lay back, she looked at me with a very naughty expression, biting her lower lip and presenting her ass and pussy so I could pleasure her. She had positioned herself to watch Astrid and Camille sucking me off, but also to indulge her exhibitionist side by looking at our delighted spectators, who were on the verge of joining the action.
Across from us, Gabriela had buried the middle two fingers of her rubber-gloved hand into her pussy. Anya and Natalia undid the straps holding her dress at the neck and pulled the top down to reveal a magnificent, full pair of breasts. Anya didn’t wait a second, she began licking the breast within her reach. Seeing what Anya was doing, Natalia took the other breast, caressed it with her leather-gloved hand, and began licking it. Gabriela was having her breasts licked by two women at once, she who had never—not in a million years—imagined being licked by even a single woman found her wildest fantasies coming true. She withdrew her hand from her pussy, the yellow glove was full of her juices. She brought her gloved hand toward Anya and placed her two wet fingers in Anya’s mouth. Anya grasped Gabriela’s gloved hand with both of hers and eagerly licked the fingers slick with arousal, then the entire glove. She leaned back slightly, spread her legs, and placed Gabriela’s hand on her own pussy, whispering softly, “Caress my beautiful pussy. You’re dying to do it! Let yourself go and explore.”
I could hear Myako giggling with pleasure at the strokes of my tongue. Camille and Astrid were sharing my cock, eagerly licking and sucking it while tasting each other’s flavors through kisses before returning to my member. Myako’s pussy was getting so wet that the juices were dripping right onto my face. She cried out, “Charlotte, lick my ass, shove your tongue into my butthole.” I did so instantly, caressing her buttocks with my satin-gloved hands. She moaned ever more loudly and writhed under every stroke of my tongue. Astrid and Camille stopped what they were doing with my cock. They kissed and caressed each other’s breasts, then took a break to head to the bar, leaving me alone with Myako’s pussy and ass. I devoured her, her juices flowed into my mouth, and I savored every drop. Then, she pulled away, turned to kiss me, and said, “Should we take a break too? I’m absolutely parched!” I nodded and replied, “Good idea! Let’s go to the bar to join Astrid and Camille and see what’s going on around us. An opportunity to have some fun again is bound to come our way!”
I ordered a Scotch, Myako, a Martini. Astrid and Camille had opted for a smoking blue cocktail. Nearby, we were watching a beautiful—and, I must admit, rather arousing—spectacle. Natalia was devouring Gabriela’s pussy while Gabriela thrust her fingers into Anya’s pussy, meanwhile, Anya was feasting on Gabriela’s breasts. Then, Anya rose up on the sofa, propped one leg on the backrest, and offered her wet pussy to Gabriela’s eager mouth. She didn’t hesitate to stick out her tongue and lick it greedily. Florence came over to join us at the bar, ordered a gin and tonic, and exclaimed with sheer delight, “What a fucking amazing night! All the girls look stunning, our assistants are hot as hell, and you—my friends—are just as hot! If you’re up for it later, we could have a massive VP gangbang—what do you think?” She turned, saw Gabriela in the middle of the action, and added, “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! Strangely enough, I haven’t done much other than stroke Charlotte’s beautiful cock, yet I’m still rock-hard!”
She took my hand, lifted her dress slightly, and placed it on her beautiful, inviting cock. “Look, Charlotte—see how hard it is!” I began gently stroking the underside of her cock with my gloved hand, saying, “A satin caress might feel good, then!” She moaned with a giggle. I took a sip, closed my hand around her cock, and moved it back and forth slightly. She leaned in close, took my cock in her latex-clad hand, and began delicately stroking the shaft while kissing me with her tongue. The other three watched us with interest, Myako stroked Florence’s hair and slid a hand under her dress to caress her pretty, round little ass. Gabriela came over to join us, 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, dressed in different outfits, arrived in the center of the room and moved the two large chests aside to push the four beds together, creating a massive play area. They arranged various cushions and pillows designed for sexual play, attached restraints to the rings lining the edges of the beds, and positioned the chests perpendicular to the now-unified sleeping surface. Each of our assistants came over to join us, and each ordered a drink. They asked if we wanted to order anything, then motioned for us to step toward the throne that towered over the enormous bed. We kept talking among ourselves and with our assistants, and the excitement was at its peak. Dressed like that, our assistants were truly, incredibly desirable. An intense heat began to rise within me, and once again, I felt an irresistible urge to fuck—over and over again.
Myako asked Niamh, “But where is Maeva?” Niamh smiled but didn’t answer. Myako looked at the other assistants, but no one replied. Suddenly, the three other unknown assistants walked past us and handed each of the vice-presidents a leash made of leather and gold chain. I immediately made the connection, as each of our assistants was wearing a collar with a large gold ring… A bell rang three times, and everyone fell silent. Each assistant rejoined her vice-president, and the twelve formed a semicircle in front of the throne. Maeva appeared with a magnificent, tall Black woman with short, curly, jet-black hair by her side. She was wearing the exact same outfit as Maeva and our assistants, but in pristine white. The tall, beautiful Black woman’s collar was attached to the same leash we were holding, and Maeva was leading her around like a sex slave.
Maeva took her seat on her throne and made the beautiful Black woman kneel before us so we could see her face-on. Maeva spoke, assuming the role of Mistress. “My divine beauties, the evening is unfolding wonderfully. Many of you have already cast off your chains and inhibitions to surrender to your most ardent desires.” She paused and said, “Except for you, Florence—you’ve only given Charlotte a little pleasure.” Florence shot back instantly, “Mistress, you know I’m a voyeur and I like to take my time!” A ripple of laughter ran through the room, and even Maeva couldn’t suppress a knowing smile. She continued her speech. “This incredible weekend would have been very difficult to organize without the immense talent, speed, quick thinking, and loyalty of my wonderful Béatrice, right here. Béatrice has been my personal assistant for over twenty years, she is my right hand in every moment of my life, and she is also the head assistant who manages everything and oversees every task that needs doing. The outfits—that’s her. The gifts, the surprises, the meals, your rooms, your comfort—that’s her too. Béatrice consults me and asks for my opinion, and no decision is made without my full approval. But the vast majority of what is accepted stems from her ideas and her gift for beautiful things.”
She continued, “A leash like the one hanging around Béatrice’s neck was given to you a little earlier. Take it, examine it. Now, fasten your leash around your assistant’s neck.” Once that was done, the six assistants knelt before each of us. The speech continued: “Tonight, you are evolving in many ways. This initiation would have no purpose without your new rank and title. My lovely darlings, by the end of the evening, you will be fulfilled and will have found your path. It is up to you to bring it forth and embrace it. From this moment on, you become my equals, just like me, you become Mistresses in your own right. Assistants, rise. Turn to face your Mistress and kiss her.”
Once that was done, Maeva said, “Now, it is time to unite and give each other pleasure. Surrender, explore, experience pleasure, and give pleasure.” She stepped down from the throne, walked toward us, and kissed us one by one. The caresses began, and each assistant offered herself to her Mistress. Heather ran her leather-gloved hands all over my body, she leaned down and ran her tongue over my shoes, then worked her way up my nylon-clad leg with her mouth, grabbed my cock, and began sucking me fiercely. Florence and Elizabeth, right next to us, were kissing, touching, and fondling each other’s asses, a little further away on our side, Camille and Anya were already in a 69 position, hungrily licking each other’s pussies, I saw Myako and Niamh looking ready for action, with Myako helping Niamh put on a strap-on. Astrid was already on top of Alice, devouring her breasts while masturbating her by sliding a few fingers into her pussy, and Gabriela was surrendering herself to Natalia’s gloved caresses. But the most surprising thing was seeing Maeva and Béatrice passionately fucking right in our midst, using their hands and dildos.
Heather stood up and invited me to sit on the bed with my feet on the floor. She looked at Florence and Elizabeth and said, “How about a foursome?” I was a bit surprised, but intensely aroused and intrigued by the idea. Heather took each of them by the hand and led them toward me, saying, “This charming, delightful lady has never sucked a penis in her life. Do you think she should give it a try?” Florence’s eyes went wide and bright, while Elizabeth cheerfully exclaimed, “There’s a first time for everything, my lovely Mistress Charlotte—you’ll see, you won’t be able to get enough of it!” I locked eyes with Heather, then looked at Florence and Elizabeth in turn. I said, “I knew this day would come, and deep down, I’ve always harbored a fantasy about sucking the cock of a beautiful trans woman. Heather, Elizabeth—go get me a pair of size 7.5 surgical gloves, and grab a pair for yourselves 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 lubricant, just in case.” Heather replied, “Yes, Mistress,” and headed toward the chest with Elizabeth. I motioned for Florence to sit beside me, cupped her face in my satin-smooth hands, and planted a long, passionate kiss on her lips. Then, I undid a few buttons on her dress to free her magnificent, firm breasts and began licking them with utter fervor and arousal. Florence gripped my head firmly and thrust her tongue into my mouth while I slid my hand beneath her dress to grab her cock.
Florence squirmed and giggled under my caresses and light licks. Heather and Elizabeth came back over and watched us pleasuring each other for a moment. Then, Florence and I briefly paused what we were doing so I could put on my surgical gloves. Heather removed my satin gloves and motioned for one of the unfamiliar assistants to come over. She handed the satin gloves to her and said, “Wait a moment, Elizabeth and I are going to take off our leather gloves, and then you can go put them away carefully.” Heather opened my glove packet and helped me put them on sensually, taking her time to prolong the pleasure, while Elisabeth opened the other two packets, removed her gloves, and handed them to the other assistant. She picked up her own pair and slowly slipped on her surgical gloves. Then, Heather did the same and handed the empty packets to the assistant, who withdrew.
Heather said to Florence, “Mistress, could you stand up, please? Elizabeth, come closer to Florence.” The two beautiful women stood before me. Heather caressed Florence and Elizabeth’s small buttocks with her gloved hands while kissing them in turn with relish. She leaned forward slightly and licked Florence’s nipples, then turned to do the same to Elizabeth. I grasped Florence’s and Elisabeth’s engorged cocks simultaneously and began to stroke them very gently with my gloved hands, one cock in each hand. Then, I took Florence’s cock into my mouth to give her a blowjob she would long remember. Florence stroked my hair and kissed Elisabeth with delight. I then took Elisabeth’s cock into my mouth and gave her an unforgettable sensation.
Taking turns, I sucked them, jerked them off, caressed their balls, and took their cocks deep into my throat. I loved it, and they seemed happy with what was happening. Then, Heather knelt before me and began sucking me fiercely, while placing her hand on her pussy to caress herself with delight. After several long minutes of mutual oral sex, Florence turned around and bent forward, revealing her lovely ass, I cupped it in both hands and began licking her anus. Heather stood up, sat beside me, urged Elisabeth to take the same position as Florence, and began licking her anus as well. Some of our female companions and assistants moved closer to watch the show, caressing themselves—either each other or on their own. Then, Florence and Elisabeth stood up, kissed me in turn, and stepped back slightly, saying, “Thank you, beautiful Charlotte! You’re so talented with your mouth, you suck like a goddess—as if you’ve been doing this forever!” Heather smiled, stood up, and asked the group, “Who wants to be the first to have their pussy eaten by our lovely Charlotte? You’ve all fantasized about it and expressed the desire.” Anya spoke up loudly: “Me! I want Charlotte to make me come with her mouth and her gloved hands!” Anya sat on the bed, spread her legs, and beckoned me to come closer. I knelt before her and began eating her out, thrusting my tongue into her pink pussy. I pleasured her with my tongue, and once her pussy was nice and wet, I slid two fingers inside and fucked her hard to hit her G-spot and send her to seventh heaven.
Anya climaxed with a scream of pleasure and ejaculated forcefully, spraying a huge amount of fluid onto my face. She looked at me in disbelief, licked her lips, and shouted, “Mistresses and ladies, we have a champion pussy-eater here! Come and enjoy her while she’s still in the mood!” I heard soft moans, then Astrid came over, saying, “It’s my turn. Make me come, too.” She took Anya’s place, ready to be eaten out without hesitation. Heather had wiped my face, and I leaned down again—this time to feast on Astrid’s magnificent pussy. I went at it hungrily, sliding two fingers into her wonderful pussy to make her scream with pleasure. She was so wet that I slipped in a third finger while licking her clitoris. She moaned loudly, begging for more and more. Then, she screamed in ecstasy and, just like Anya, she ejaculated a hot, powerful stream right into my mouth.
She said, looking at me in amazement, “How do you manage to do that? I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my entire life! Girls, try this—it’s quite an experience!” Then, Alice and Niamh came to me and said, “Please—both of us, at the same time, Mistress Charlotte.” I was starting to run out of breath and my jaw and arms were aching, but I didn’t turn down the tempting offer. They lay side by side on the bed so I could devour their pussies, which were slick with desire. I savored their juices and pleasured them with both hands, working a different pussy with each one. They cried out in ecstasy after about ten minutes, though neither of them climaxed with a powerful gush. Heather finally sat down in front of me and asked softly, “Please, Mistress, would you be kind enough to make me come using your mouth and gloved hands?” I smiled at her and devoured her, intent on giving her immense pleasure. I lingered over every reaction to gauge her arousal. I slid three fingers into her pussy, moving them rapidly and precisely while pressing against her G-spot to heighten her pleasure. Then, I put some lubricant on my other hand and inserted two fingers into her ass, all while continuing to lick her and work her with my hand. She grabbed my head 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, I felt hot juices flow into my mouth as she moaned with pleasure, then screamed at the top of her lungs, “Holy shit, I’m cumming!” and a powerful jet exploded right in my face. She kissed me, licked my face to taste her own fluids, and looked at me with an expression of sheer awe.
Florence and Elisabeth had come back to us, and Elisabeth said, “Mistress, you have given so much tonight—and while you have certainly received, allow us, my mistress and me, to give you ultimate orgasms.” Elisabeth grabbed the bottle of lubricant while Florence got me onto all fours on the bed. She started eating my ass while masturbating me. Then Elisabeth moved up beside me, opened the bottle, and poured a generous amount of gel onto her gloved hand, she leaned against my back and caressed my anus. She slid in one finger, then two, and began to tease my prostate. She stroked gently, then applied pressure for a few seconds before pressing down longer. She repeated this motion several times until I felt an extraordinary sensation rising within me. When she saw my toes curl and felt me start to tremble, she held the pressure on my prostate, and I experienced the very first prostatic orgasm of my life. Then it all came in a rush: a second, a third, and a fourth. The orgasms followed one another, growing increasingly powerful. I was cumming again and again, craving more.
Elisabeth knelt before me and shoved her cock into my mouth to be sucked. At the same time, Florence thrust her cock into my ass and sodomized me with force and power, she was literally pounding me, and I loved every second of it. Then, the two of them asked me to sit on the bed, they stood in front of me and offered up their cocks, which I began to suck. It didn’t take long before they both cried out and came all over my face with their hot, viscous cum. They leaned down, knelt before me, and both sucked me hungrily while Florence slid two fingers into my ass to apply pressure to my prostate. It was explosive and incredibly intense. I ejaculated onto their faces, they kept sucking gently, then kissed and licked each other to taste my cum.
Apparently, I was the last one to climax, as thunderous applause erupted in the room and I saw everyone looking at me, cheering and whistling. Without realizing it, I had become the highlight of the evening—a moment I would always remember. Heather handed me a wet washcloth and a towel so I could clean my face a bit, she did the same for Florence and Elisabeth. Maeva spoke up. “My dears, you are now completely united with one another. You have let go of yourselves and cast aside your fears to embrace your new selves. May this team stand strong together and achieve great things! You must all be very tired now, it is time to freshen up and get some sleep. Another day awaits us tomorrow. Goodnight, my loves.” Maeva and Béatrice left the room. Anya and Heather removed their surgical gloves and put their leather gloves back on. Florence wiped off her latex gloves, and I also took off my surgical gloves to put my satin gloves and dress back on. Everyone exchanged kisses, and the other eleven girls took turns coming over to hug and tenderly kiss me. Our respective assistants escorted us to our rooms.
Chapter XIV – The Awakening
Heather asked me, “Do you need any help, Mistress?” and I replied, “No, thank you, Heather. You’ve done so much for me today, and I am very grateful.” It was the very first time I had referred to myself in the feminine, and all things considered, it wouldn’t take me long to get used to it. I looked at Heather, and we shared a long kiss filled with love and passion, then I said, “Goodnight, Heather. See you tomorrow.” She smiled at me and replied, “Goodnight, Mistress. I’ll come get you at six-thirty for breakfast.” It was eleven o’clock at night. I took off my clothes, the effects of the relaxant were wearing off. I put my clothes in the bathroom hamper, clumsily removed my makeup, and took a shower. I was still trembling with excitement, and the hot water helped me compose myself. I didn’t sleep much that night, my mind was racing. I kept thinking about that wild, exhilarating evening, my new friends and colleagues, and my future. I was due to fly home around midnight on Sunday to hand in my resignation, clear out my apartment, sell my car, and decide what to take with me.
I woke up around six and decided to take another shower to freshen up. When I stepped out ten minutes later, I saw that Heather had already arrived. She was wearing a pretty little black dress—sleeveless, very short, and very tight—along with the usual black nylon thigh-highs and black high heels. She was also wearing short, very fine black leather gloves. My outfit for the day was hanging in the wardrobe, and Heather had taken the liberty of placing the accessories at the foot of my bed. She asked, “Do you need help with your makeup, Mistress?” I smiled and replied, “I think so, Heather. But I’ll need some lessons if I ever want to be able to do it myself.” She applied my makeup and lipstick. Then she opened the wardrobe and took out a wig identical to the one I had worn the day before, saying, “The other one is really soiled, I think it’s ruined.” She brought over my outfit and hung it on a stand next to the bed. She helped me put on my wig and breast forms, then handed me the accessories one by one so I could put them on. First came a beautiful pair of black lace and satin panties, followed by a matching bra that felt incredibly soft. She handed me my long, sheer black nylon stockings and asked, “Mistress, do you shave? I don’t see a single hair on your body, apart from the hair on your head!” I burst out laughing and explained, “I’m almost hairless. I shave my face once a month just to keep up appearances and remove tiny little hairs, I’ve never had body hair anywhere, not even in my pubic area. I’m completely smooth! And if you look closely at my hair, you’ll see it’s very fine and sparse, it grows very slowly and has never been naturally longer than it is right now.”
She studied me for a moment and said, “Mistress, you have many feminine features, you don’t have a man’s physique—you have very feminine curves and a delicate build. I realized this yesterday while dressing you. As a woman, your masculinity vanishes completely, and you could fool anyone. Even your voice sounds like a woman’s—albeit a deep one—not a man’s.” I smiled and replied, “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 had been eating away at me ever since I met Maeva, yet I’d never dared to cross that line. I think I’ve done it now, and I feel wonderful in my own skin this morning!” She smiled and handed me a stunning white satin blouse, then a short, tight black skirt that redefined my curves and gave me a cute little ass! Then she gave me a superb pair of long gloves made of very fine, soft black leather and said, “Put on your shoes and your gloves, Mistress, it is time for breakfast.”
Once again, I was the last to enter the room. Heather said to me, “Mistress, we’ll see each other again at the meeting after breakfast.” I walked into the room, and my five cohorts stood up, applauding me warmly. They were all wearing the same outfit I was, and it crossed my mind that this might be the norm from now on. The five of them left the table to come over and greet me—giving me hugs or even planting kisses on me. Camille said, “You looked radiant last night, my lovely Charlotte! And you look just as stunning this morning!” Myako chimed in with her characteristic quick wit, “You know, you really made a lot of people cum!” Gabriela added, “Sorry I didn’t come over to have you eat my pussy, but I was too busy exploring myself!” I smiled at her and said, “Well, you know, one pussy more or less wouldn’t have made much difference!” Everyone burst out laughing.
Three attractive, middle-aged women dressed as maids—also wearing black thigh-high stockings and high heels—arrived with platters of food, tea, and coffee. They wore short, white satin gloves. I assumed they were the domestic staff and didn’t pay them much mind. Maeva entered the room, greeting us. She was dressed just like us, except for the black ribbon she wore around her neck. We went back to our seats, she sat down too and poured herself some tea. She took a sip and then spoke. “Did you sleep well, my dears?” Camille replied, “Yes, very well, Mistress.” Maeva laughed and answered, “Camille, there is no more ‘Mistress’ between us, you know! You earned the title during your initiation last night—have you forgotten already? Now, it is your assistants who will call you that. The staff will simply call you ‘Madam,’ but they will never speak to you unless you ask them a question.”
She continued: “I am very pleased with your initiation, and I am remarkably happy to see that all six of you have evolved and blossomed following our wonderful and memorable evening.” She looked at us with pride, her eyes sparkling. She continued in a gentle, playful tone, looking at Astrid: “My beautiful, fiery redhead. You surrendered yourself completely to all kinds of desires and finally broke your chains. You explored so much and lost your virginity—gently and in excellent company!” Astrid beamed, her eyes sparkling. She replied, “Maeva, thank you for helping me find myself.” She looked at Myako, took her hand, and said with infinite tenderness, “Myako, you made me feel important, you reached into the depths of my soul and drew me out of my hiding place.” Then she looked at me and said with a laugh, “And you, you little minx—you made me climax like never before!”
Maeva continued around the table: “Myako, you’ve completely let your guard down and set aside your fiery nature to embrace gentleness and extreme kindness. You’ve become a fantastic teacher—exactly what I expected of you. We’ve discovered your sensitivity, your gentleness, and your infinite patience. Keep going down this path without losing that fiery spirit of yours.” She lingered silently on Camille before speaking to her. “My beautiful, sweet Camille, you showed us a rather surprising side of yourself! Behind all that kindness and those lovely smiles lies a burning fire and a powerful dominatrix! You dug deep within yourself to unleash that fierce, sensation-hungry beast, and you proved to us that you’ll be a formidable Mistress.” Camille blushed and replied, “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!” Maeva continued, “Don’t you dare apologize, my dear! Never bury that power deep inside you again—use it!”
She looked at the beautiful Spaniard and asked, “Gabriela? How are you feeling this morning? Did you find what you were looking for—what you were missing?” Gabriela replied, “Maeva, I’m sorry I went off with Natalia to explore things in private, away from the rest of you. Anya and Natalia gave me an unforgettable experience, and when I was alone with Natalia, I discovered a world of sensuality I had never known with a man. All that tenderness and passion washed over me like a wave of pure bliss, quite honestly, the mere thought of being with a man again seems dull compared to what a woman can give me. But I promise to give Charlotte a try, though!”
Everyone burst into hearty, boisterous laughter. Even Maeva, who added, “Gabriela, you’ve let go of your toughness and rigidity to fully surrender to pure sensuality. You’ve just discovered a new side of yourself, now, take your time to process it all, and if you have any questions, come see me. I’d be delighted to answer them.” Then it was Florence’s turn, she was practically bursting with impatience, eager to have her say. “My beautiful, sweet little Florence. Your shyness has completely vanished, and you have shown great patience and perseverance. You wanted to have Charlotte, to cuddle her, to make her happy, and to be at one with her. Despite your intense longing, you knew how to step back and fade into the background to make room, waiting for the right moment with extreme patience and strength of character.” “You make an excellent teacher, too. With Niamh’s help, you managed to bring out Charlotte’s true self. You were attentive to her desires, consistently putting them well ahead of your own. You introduced Charlotte to new sensations, and there is no doubt she truly appreciated everything you did for her.” Florence smiled and spontaneously asked, “Charlotte, do you think we could do this again?” To which I replied, “Of course, my lovely Florence—whenever you like!” and I took her hand to plant a kiss on her leather glove.
Maeva took my hand, looked me in the eye, and 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 and let out the person who had been buried deep away for so many years. You showed everyone your superpower: the ability to understand what women want—a feat only a woman can pull off. I see this morning that Charlotte is still here with us. Do you think Charles wants to come back, or will he disappear to let Charlotte flourish?” I answered without hesitation, “Maeva—all of you—thank you so much for letting Charlotte come out of hiding. The moment I saw her appear in the mirror, I knew—even before I could fully admit it to myself—that Charles had just left. Dressing as a woman made me feel stronger, more beautiful, and more confident than ever. Talking to Heather this morning really made me realize the magnitude of what was happening and just how much my transition would mean to me. This morning, I feel like a woman, and for the first time since I was very young, I’m breathing without feeling constricted. I thought about it last night, and I’m going to start taking hormones to soften my features even more and finally have real breasts—breasts that are truly my own.” Maeva looked at me with a huge smile and started to clap. Everyone followed suit. She said to me, “Beautiful Charlotte, my dear, we are all going to help you with your transformation and help you blossom even more.”
Chapter XV – The Manor
Our assistants arrived in the room with Béatrice. She was dressed exactly like our six assistants, but in white. Maeva stood up and spoke: “Ladies, it is time for the meeting and the guided tour of your new home. Your assistants will take you to the meeting room. Charlotte, Heather, follow me, I need to speak with you privately.” She ushered us into her office, and Béatrice closed the door behind her as she approached the desk. Maeva spoke to me directly. “Charlotte, do you really need to go back to Canada to wrap things up before settling here? Are there important items you’d like to keep and have shipped over? Make me a list, and Béatrice will handle it. We can take care of everything from here—selling your car and furniture—though there are bound to be personal belongings you’ll want to keep. Actually, I’d really like you to stay with me so we can start establishing the new rules and outlining the new management team structure to the administration of each of our companies.”
I was a bit surprised by the speed of it all, though not entirely. I replied, “As for the apartment and my belongings, that shouldn’t be too much of an issue. I’m not attached to my furniture, and there aren’t really any decorations I want to keep. I have some important documents and a few items in a safe that I’d like to hold onto, but generally speaking, I don’t own much, I’ve always lived quite simply. As for my clothes, I don’t think I’ll have any use for them anymore, given my sudden transition.” I added, “But regarding work, I need to go in, hand in my resignation, wrap up my current projects, and hand them over to someone else.” Maeva smiled, and Béatrice raised the corner of her upper lip slightly in a faint smile. Maeva said, “Don’t worry about your job anymore. The company you work for has belonged to me 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 chuckled and said, “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 my car, and let you handle everything from here.” Maeva turned to Béatrice: “Béa, take care of the necessary arrangements, would you?” Béatrice replied, “With pleasure, Mistress.” She looked at me and said, “Mistress Charlotte, if you don’t mind, I’ll need your keys, please.” I answered, “They’re in the nightstand drawer next to the bed.” She nodded and replied, “Very well, Mistress Charlotte. I’ll handle everything and make sure your mail is forwarded here.” Then, she left the office. I looked at Maeva with admiration. How efficient! I said to her, “Well, it seems my life has changed in twenty-four hours!” Maeva smiled and said, “Let’s go to the meeting room, the others will be getting impatient.”
We finally arrived in the meeting room. The five girls were chatting cheerfully with the assistants. Maeva took her seat at the head of the table and said, “I know you’ve had a lot of unanswered questions since yesterday. So, go ahead and ask them, and I’ll answer. Myako asked the first question: “Who are the assistants dressed in red that we saw yesterday?” Maeva replied, “They aren’t assistants, but employees who work here at the manor. The three you saw are part of the small communications team. They will be working under Florence. These women aren’t glove fetishists like us, and most don’t share our mutual passion for sex. They work on the third floor, you’ll run into them from time to time, and they may address you as ‘Madam’.”
Camille ventured a question: “How many employees are there here? Are there any men?” Maeva smiled and replied, “There are about a hundred employees on the estate. Most live here in apartments—either adjoining the manor or in communal dwellings scattered across the grounds. Eighty percent of the staff are women, as for the men who work with us, only a few are permitted to enter the manor for maintenance tasks. As you might imagine, the men’s work is physically demanding, and most of them run the farm located 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 smiled once more and replied, “All women wear gloves outside their quarters, it is mandatory—part of the rules and the dress code. Each specialty has its own uniform, and every woman is required to comply with it. However, you will have virtually no interaction with the employees, and it is strictly forbidden to enter their quarters or to form any personal ties with them. Respect the hierarchy and stick to those of your own rank. In any case, you’ll have too much on your plate to worry about the staff. Just keep in mind that they keep the 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 an office of our own? Will we be working here at the manor?” Maeva replied, “We work here at the manor. Although my office is located on the first floor near my quarters, Béatrice’s office and yours are on the third floor. You will each have a small team under your supervision to run your department. Your staff members have already been hired and have been working on developing the new structure for several months.” After a brief silence, Maeva continued, “Any other questions? In any case, if you do have any, come see me, and I’ll answer them as they come up. Now, regarding your transfer here, I’m offering you two options. Charlotte has already chosen the first one, it’s the least complicated for you and will allow 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 apartments, and 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 go away with your assistant for up to two weeks and handle everything yourself. We will take care of shipping the personal belongings you wish to bring with you. You have until you leave this evening to make up your mind.”
The assistants placed mobile phones in front of each of us, and Maeva said, “Here are your new phones, complete with your new 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, looking a bit wary. “Maeva, why do I feel like I’m walking into some sort of secret society?” Maeva burst out laughing and replied, “Because we *are* a secret society, Astrid! Our job is to run one of Europe’s most powerful empires, and we have operations in every sector imaginable—and some that are even unimaginable to most people! But rest assured, we aren’t like the ones in the movies! We don’t do anything illegal, and we don’t touch anything that could endanger humanity, so, sorry to disappoint you, but we don’t sell weapons and we aren’t trying to take over the world!”
She added, “The press and the business world know me, but 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 is going to change that! Does that put your mind at ease?” 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 will take about two hours—maybe a little longer. Follow me!” We left the meeting room, and I realized that the room was right across from Maeva’s office.
As we moved down the corridor, Maeva explained, “On the first floor, the entrance hall opens onto the stairs leading to your quarters, the gym, the cinema, the library, the game room, and the guest rooms. Also on the first floor—in addition to my own quarters and office—are the kitchens, the dining room, the ballroom, and several small private sitting rooms.” She showed us around the first floor, pointing out absolutely everything. We saw several women, all dressed in gray, bustling about the kitchen to prepare lunch. We returned to the staircase in the hall—which was actually situated in the very center of the manor, with wings and corridors circling it on every floor. She invited us to follow her up the stairs to the second floor. She said, “To the left are your quarters and your rooms. Eventually, your name will be engraved on your door, just like on your assistants’ doors.” In that section of the hallway, there were six doors—three on one side and three on the other—each leading to one of our rooms. Mine was at the far end, opposite Florence’s.
At the end, we had to turn right and found ourselves in the corridor where our assistants’ rooms were located. Once again, there were six doors—three on one side and three on the other: 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, game rooms, library, music room, relaxation room, and other recreational areas. Then, turning right again at the end, we came across six doors, followed by another six after making yet another right turn to reach the stairs. Maeva asked us, “Is everything okay? Don’t worry, there’s an elevator if you’d rather not use the stairs.” She led us to the third floor and said, “To the left: IT, logistics, and security. To the right: administration, accounting, and executive management.” We headed left and arrived in magnificent offices where marble and wood took center stage. She continued, “Gabriela, this is your department. Your office is at the far end, but it’s still being renovated, it should be finished this week. Let me quickly introduce you to part of your team—the ones on duty this weekend.”
She whispered to Gabriela, “I don’t know their names, but they’re very good.” Then she said aloud, “Ladies, I’d like to introduce Gabriela, the new Vice President of Security, she’ll be your boss starting tomorrow.” The three women were wearing form-fitting black dresses, black thigh-high nylon stockings, black high heels, and short black leather gloves. They carried a weapon at their waists and wore an earpiece in their right ear. One of them greeted us, saying, “Welcome, ma’am. Pleased to meet you,” as she reached out to shake Gabriela’s hand. “The patrol has gone out on its rounds, there are usually eight of us, twenty-four hours a day—four on the day shift and four on the night shift.” Gabriela smiled, and we continued our tour.
A little further on, there are two large open-plan offices, each flanked by a private office at the far end. Maeva says, “IT and IT security. Myako, your office is on the right with your team, and Florence, yours is on the left with your team. You will work closely with the security department to ensure everything runs smoothly. Your teams work Monday through Friday, from 7 a.m. to 5 p.m., with a few staff members on call during the evening and at night.” 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 were brought up via a small elevator built into the wall.
At the end of the corridor—still on the right—it opened up into a vast, open-plan office space. Maeva said, “Administration, accounting, and executive management. 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 little further on, Maeva 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 and replied, “Right in your own office, my dear! So they can be as close to you as possible!” Camille asked another question: “Then why isn’t Béatrice’s office inside yours?” Maeva smiled again and said, “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 any decision or idea. Last night’s event was a team effort, my dear—and just like yesterday, we all need to work as a team!”
Florence ventured a question: “Maeva, what’s in the basement?” Maeva burst out laughing and replied, “Nothing very mysterious, Florence. Apart from the large room where we were yesterday, the basement is a storage area where old furniture is piled up. And a good part of it is actually the utility room for the heating, water, and electricity systems. I can show you around another time, if you like.” Maeva showed us the garden, the swimming pool, the spa, the sauna, the tennis court, the cricket pitch, the stables, and the farm in the distance. She told us that this entire area was set aside for us and was strictly reserved for the fourteen women on the team. Then came dinner. Maeva didn’t dine with us, but she had the table extended and six extra place settings added for our assistants. Heather said, “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, while some had already made up their minds, others were still mulling it over. The guided tour would tip the scales—our new life promised to be thrilling!
Chapter XVI – The Decision
After dinner, our assistants escorted us back to our rooms for a few hours to rest and reflect. A meeting was scheduled for 4:00 p.m., and decisions were to be made at that time. I was sitting on the sofa, reading a book I’d found in the bedroom’s library, when someone knocked on the door. I went to open it and saw Myako looking a bit pensive. I said, “Come in! Is something wrong?” She told me she needed to talk things over to make her decision. “Charlotte, I’m not too worried about my furniture or my apartment. But I’m a hacker, I have a lot of equipment, and I don’t want to part with it!” I replied, “And you don’t trust the situation, is that it?” She hesitated, then said, “Yes, I do trust it. I know Maeva will do everything to protect my machines, but my security could still be compromised!” I answered, “Don’t worry, Myako, Maeva will take every possible precaution. She even bought the company I work for just to keep me from quitting. She fired my bosses and gave Charles a promotion. You see the lengths she’ll go to in order to protect us? Is there anything I can do to help you decide?” Suddenly, she blurted out, “Fuck me. Wreck my ass!” She kissed me while sliding her hand under my skirt, it didn’t take long for our skirts to hit the floor, followed closely by our satin panties.
She grabbed my cock with her leather-gloved hand and said, “My turn to make you cum.” She sucked me like a maniac, taking my cock so deep down her throat she was practically gagging, she sucked so hard I thought my dick was going to snap. Then she moved to the sofa and straddled my hard cock, fucking me fast and as hard as she could. She was screaming with pleasure and roaring like a lioness. Then, she got back up and told me, “Wreck my little ass as hard as you can!” I was literally pounding the hell out of her. She was so small I was afraid I’d break her but she was screaming like a demon, shouting out various Japanese words, while her pussy gushed profusely between her thighs. Then, after long minutes of taking it up the ass, she got back up, bent over, and gave me a blowjob so intense that I came in her mouth. I screamed out my pleasure while shouting out reprehensible swear words. She swallowed all and didn’t leave a drop. It was quick but incredibly powerful! Myako’s eyes were sparkling, and she confessed to me that she had made up her mind. Getting fucked like a slut had awakened something in her, and she had decided to simply let go. She went back to her room to wait for Niamh, who was supposed to come and pick her up for the meeting.
The meeting began, and Maeva spoke up. “My heiresses, the time has come to make your decision on how to move forward. What do you decide? Do you stay and let us handle everything, or do you go back for two hellish weeks of sorting it all out yourselves? Astrid, what do you decide?” She replied, “I already answered: I’m staying!” “And you, Myako?” Myako answered with great gusto, “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 was caught a little off guard by the answer but smiled. “Camille, what about you? What do you want to do?” Camille replied, “Me? I want to try sucking a cock, and I’m not going to spend two shitty weeks just fantasizing about it! I’m staying, obviously!” “Gabriela?” The tall, beautiful Spaniard took a moment to answer, then said, “Well, there’s nothing for me back in Spain, so I might as well stay and learn a bunch of cool stuff!” “And what about you, my delicate little blonde?” Florence went all out with her reply: “I want to get started right away, and I want to fuck all of you over these next two weeks—so you have to promise to pleasure me if I stay! Especially you, Charlotte! So, yes, I’m staying!”
Each of them handed her list and keys to Béatrice, who said, “Thank you, dear Mistresses, everything will be sorted out within the week or the next two weeks. Welcome home—your new adventure begins today.” I asked Maeva 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 then replied, “Of course, Charlotte! You can order as many wigs as you like, and you too, my charming young ladies—you can change your style however you wish! Just let your assistant know, and the hairstylist will be sent over. Charlotte, Heather will bring you a catalog this evening and help you choose the ones that suit you best.”
Maeva added, “When you return to your quarters this evening, you will find a list detailing what to wear during workdays. Your uniforms are already in your closets, there is one for each workday of the month, giving you around twenty different uniforms with matching accessories. You will also find various other garments in your wardrobes for days off, sleeping, or special evenings. You are cordially invited to look through everything and familiarize yourselves with what you have. If you need anything at all, simply ask your assistant, who will see to your needs and don’t forget, wearing gloves is required at all times outside your quarters.” Camille ventured a question: “When we talk about our quarters, are we talking about our bedrooms only?” Maeva smiled and said, “That includes the corridor leading to your bedrooms and those of your assistants, as well as the adjoining recreation rooms. In short, your quarters! Outside this area, gloves are mandatory.” Astrid asked, “And at the pool?” Maeva seemed a bit annoyed, though she replied, “Wearing long nylon gloves is required at the pool at all times. I believe I said that gloves were mandatory outside your quarters at all times!” Astrid let out a little, Machiavellian laugh and said, “Maeva, I got you!” To which the other replied, “You little mischievous girl—I swear!” And she burst into hearty laughter.
The entire team had decided to stay and begin a new life. We would henceforth be a magnificent group of fourteen brilliant, dazzling women—myself included. I also realized that sex would play a major role in this wonderful group, and that our shared passion for gloves would only grow stronger. They all turned me on incredibly, that’s for sure, but I think a certain kind of love would gradually develop among us all. Maeva wouldn’t have assembled this crack team in such a short time if she had any doubts that the bond between us would grow and become incredibly strong.
Maeva spoke up cheerfully: “My beautiful little princesses, a great adventure begins for all of us tomorrow morning. Let us stand united, and above all, let us love one another openly and wholeheartedly. Let us work hard and find joy in every day, so that we may radiate positivity and carry out our tasks with serenity.” She added, “Our wonderful weekend is drawing to a close, but there is still time for an excellent dinner—the last one without our assistants. I invite you to join me in the dining room without delay to eat, drink, and reminisce about our magnificent and exciting evening yesterday.”
Chapter XVII – The Party
Once in the dining room, we took our respective seats, and the first course was served. Astrid gazed at me with fascination and asked *the* question that had been burning on her lips—a question she had asked before, but one I hadn’t answered, as I had been too busy eating pussy and bringing beautiful, gloved young ladies to orgasm. “How on earth did you manage to make several of us climax last night? What’s your secret?” Maeva answered for me, laughing. “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 asked me with infectious enthusiasm, “Charlotte, could you teach us how to pull that off? Would you be willing to share your tricks?” I smiled and joked, “If I teach you my tricks, what’s to say you’ll keep coming to me to make you climax intensely?” Everyone burst out laughing, and 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 you to give me those experiences again. Plus, I’d really love for you to turn me into a squirter!” Gabriela added, “That sounds like a great idea—would you make me squirt too?” Camille nodded in agreement, giggling like a schoolgirl. I replied, “It’s a deal, my lovely friends, I’ll reveal my secrets and make you climb the walls!”
Maeva was laughing and seemed very happy. Then, she asked point-blank, “Do you have any plans for your last evening before starting tomorrow morning? Going to the cinema to watch a movie, for example?” Myako replied with incredible speed, “I’d be up for a gangbang! Maeva, would you join us?” Maeva smiled and answered, “Unfortunately, I have things to take care of for your first day tomorrow. Thanks for the invitation, Myako, but you might want to consult your fellow members before extending such invitations!” And she burst out laughing. Camille’s eyes lit up and she said, “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 sip of wine, smiling. Gabriela looked at each of us in turn and said, “Ladies, I am absolutely up for it, and I want each of you to make me come with incredible intensity!” Astrid looked at her and said, “Duly noted, I’m going to eat your pussy with such passion that you won’t be able to hold back!” Gabriela was pleased with the answer and poured herself some more wine.
Florence, who had been fairly quiet up until then, looked at me and asked, “Charlotte, do you love me?” Her eyes had turned electric blue, and her face was radiant. I replied, “Of course I love you, my beautiful Florence! In fact, I love all of you!” She gave me a beaming smile and asked, “So, could you do that thing you do with the others—the one that makes me cum really hard?” I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and said, “Absolutely, my beautiful Florence, I’m going to make you cum like never before.” Myako exclaimed, “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, of course, with our favorite gloves!” I smiled, and so did Maeva. Finally, I said, “I invite you both 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 a few minutes. Then she returned to us and announced that dinner was over. She said, “Darlings, 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 finishing our drinks, we headed to our rooms together, arm in arm. The evening promised to be electric, and each of us was eager to party.
As I entered my room, I saw a trolley with ice-filled buckets holding chilled champagne bottles. Six flutes were arranged on the trolley. I thought aloud, “That Maeva! She always has a knack for making things spectacular and thoroughly delightful!” Heading toward my wardrobes and dressers to pick out a sexy outfit for later, I noticed that my bed had been covered with a waterproof sheet, and that the room’s sofas and settees had been covered as well. Once again, I had to admit that Maeva really knew how to do things right. Pitchers of ice water and glasses had been set out around the room. Condoms and bottles of lubricant had also been discreetly placed on small tables—just in case—along with packets of sterile surgical gloves in various sizes. Just thinking about what was coming gave me a slight, excited erection! I opened my wardrobe doors in search of an outfit. 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 a pair of long, opaque white stockings—featuring a magnificent, wide, patterned elastic band that would give me killer legs—as well as a delectable pair of lace and satin panties that matched the bustier.
In the shoe cabinet, I found a stunning pair of pointed-toe white patent leather shoes with very high, slender heels. These shoes would show off the curves of my calves and give me a nice, shapely little butt! Long white satin gloves rounded out my choices. In any case, I could always take them off during the action and swap them for surgical gloves, which would be better suited for various forms of penetration. A quick shower, some makeup, and I’d be all set to welcome my guests.
I had chosen a burgundy lipstick that would make my lips pop. I applied mascara to my lashes, a bit of black on my eyelids along with black eyeliner, and a touch of reddish powder to add some color to my cheeks. After putting on my wig, I looked at myself in the mirror and, honestly, I had done a great job with my makeup. I was definitely fuckable. Earlier, while rummaging through my drawers to find which gloves to wear, I had come across a drawer containing various sex toys, including a few different cock rings. I chose one with leather straps and snap fasteners designed to constrict both my scrotum and penis while also separating my testicles to make them bulge. I took my time putting on my stockings, and without even realizing it, I did so in an instinctively very sensual way. I slipped on my breast forms, then my panties, and finally the bustier itself. I looked at myself in the large mirror and found myself irresistible, dressed all in white. I pulled on my gloves with the same sensuality I had used to put on my stockings, and admired my reflection one last time. A true femme fatale!
Three soft knocks echoed at the door. I opened it to find a breathtaking and incredibly sexy Florence! I ushered her inside and gazed at her, taking in the full splendor of a young woman in her twenties. She was wearing a stunning, very short black-and-red plaid miniskirt and a nearly sheer white blouse, the hem of which was tied in a knot to reveal her lovely midriff. She had unbuttoned the top of the blouse, showing off her cleavage and a glimpse of her breasts. She was wearing long, glossy black thigh-high boots with very pointed toes and exaggeratedly thin, towering heels. Her makeup was stunning, giving her an air of innocence mixed with a very mischievous vibe. Her lipstick was almost black, and her eyes seemed incredibly deep and mysterious. On top of that, she smelled amazing! Shivers ran through my entire body, and my penis swelled. She looked like a super-kinky schoolgirl ready to go to wild lengths to give pleasure. She held out her hand and said, “Kiss my hand, you little slut. You’re in for a whole evening of sweet torment—I guarantee it!” I took her hand and kissed it. She was wearing magnificent black latex gloves that reached up to her elbows.
I was speechless and didn’t know what to say. Then she said to me, “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 on the mouth, caressed my hands and arms, and gave me a big, beaming smile. Two soft knocks came from the door. It was Gabriela. She looked absolutely stunning. I let her in and noticed she had chosen an outfit much like mine, only entirely in black. Apart from her yellow rubber gloves, she was my exact counterpart—me an angel, and she a dark she-devil. She saw Florence and said, “Look, 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.”
Then, suddenly, three 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. I beckoned them inside so I could get a better look at them. The three of them beamed at me, greeted me with kisses while shouting for joy, and did the same with Florence and Gabriela. Camille was dressed entirely in red. She looked adorable. She wore a little dark red satin nightgown held up by slender straps. She had pulled on long, opaque red stockings—matching the shade of her nightgown—and high-heeled red shoes that complemented her outfit perfectly. She had tied a red ribbon in her hair to sweep it back and slipped on a striking pair of short red leather gloves. She radiated joy and looked magnificent.
Astrid looked just as striking in her short white dress, which barely covered her bottom. She wore long, sheer black nylon stockings featuring a wide band with a white pattern and a white seam running down the back of each leg. She had on lovely white high-heeled shoes with black buckles and exquisite little black nylon gloves that looked incredibly soft. She had tied her fiery hair back into a ponytail, signaling that she fully intended to take charge of the situation. She was wearing deep black lipstick, and her eyes were as dark as her full lips. As for Myako, she was beyond stunning—maximally sexy and absolutely breathtaking. She wore a black latex catsuit featuring zippers at the front and crotch, the suit extended up to cover her head, leaving only her face exposed. Her hair was completely hidden, and she wore black, pointed-toe, high-heeled boots that reached her knees. She had chosen surgical gloves to complete the outfit. The suit revealed every detail of her alluring curves, making her look incredibly beautiful. She, too, wore black lipstick, and her eyes had a feline quality. She looked ready to devour us alive! I spoke up: “Ladies, you are all stunning—each more alluring than the last—and I am delighted to have you with me tonight! You are magical and incredibly arousing, and that calls for a glass of champagne!” I picked up a bottle and popped the cork. I poured six flutes and said, “To health, happiness, and passion!” Then, one by one, the girls told me they found me beautiful and that they all wanted me to do my “thing” to them.
Chapter XVIII – The Lovers
After a good hour of drinking champagne and chatting, inhibitions vanished, Myako approached Gabriela—who was seated on one of the sofas—and said, “So, my dark beauty, would you like me to eat your pussy? You really turn me on, and I’d love to share that feeling with you.” Gabriela stood up, set down her glass, and caressed Myako’s shoulders while looking her straight in the eye, she then took Myako’s head in her hands and kissed her passionately, running her rubber-gloved hands all over her body—her breasts, her buttocks. Camille was attentive to what was happening, Astrid was sensually licking her lips, and Florence stepped closer to me and planted a gentle kiss on my shoulder as she gazed at the spectacle unfolding before us. Myako let herself be caressed over her bodysuit and kissed back with renewed passion, Gabriela cupped Myako’s face in both hands and matched that intensity, kissing the young, pretty Japanese woman even more fervently.
Florence pressed herself against me, looking quite aroused. She snuggled in closer and began caressing me while watching the two girls kiss. Then, she stroked my cheek with her latex-gloved palm and 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, and then held my face between her thumb and fingers to tilt my head up and turn it toward hers, finally kissing me with a blend of intense passion and infinite tenderness. I responded to that spontaneous kiss by firmly cupping her head and kissing her even more passionately. Our tongues mingled, and I was overcome with desire for her. Florence captivated and aroused me, without taking anything away from the others, she was the one who excited me the most. With her in my arms, I felt as though I were being reborn.
Camille was completely captivated by our kisses and caresses. Astrid had started to caress herself gently while watching, then, she moved closer to Camille, softly lifted her hair, and planted light kisses on her neck while stroking her shoulder, neck, ear, and cheek with a hand clad in a soft nylon glove. Camille surrendered to the moment, reveling in Astrid’s caresses and gentle kisses. Myako placed a hand on Gabriela’s backside, caressing her bottock over her black satin panties, then, she slid her gloved hand beneath the fabric and began to caress Gabriela’s rear with greater vigor. She ran a finger between the buttocks, gently and delicately stroking the cleft from top to bottom as Gabriela let out soft moans. 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. She pushed aside Gabriela’s panties and began caressing her clitoris with her thumb. Gabriela let out a sigh and leaned back slightly, exposing her pussy to Myako.
Florence held my head between her hands and never tired of kissing me hungrily. I caressed her back and shoulders through her sheer shirt, and I could feel her breasts and hardened nipples against me. Then, I slid my hands down to her lower back and grabbed her small ass through her skirt. Florence moaned with pleasure as she kissed me and let herself be caressed. I gently lifted her skirt and caressed her small, shapely bottom with both hands, my fingers clad in satin gloves. Florence stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Let’s move closer to the bed, shall we?” she said. I smiled, slid my hands beneath her backside, and lifted her off the floor into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, then began kissing me again with a feverish intensity.
Astrid was giving Camille pleasure—a soft, delicate pleasure that sent shivers and waves of heat through her. Then, Astrid reached around to the front and cupped both of Camille’s breasts in her hands, right over her nightgown. She caressed them vigorously, kneading them while continuing to kiss Camille’s neck and shoulders. She moved her hands upward and slid the straps of the gown aside, slipping her hands—soft against the nylon—in to caress the skin directly, gently pinching her hardened nipples. Camille let out a little cry of pleasure, simply said “Ooooh, Astrid!”, and turned to face the beautiful red-haired tigress. She looked into her eyes and kissed her.
Myako was now eating Gabriela out with relish. She ran her tongue everywhere, pausing occasionally to flick her clitoris before diving back in, licking and thrusting her tongue deep inside. Gabriela was getting wet with pleasure, she looked at Myako and said, “You’re incredible, Myako! You make me feel so much pleasure!” Myako smiled and said spontaneously, “Wait, that’s just the warm-up! When Charlotte takes care of you, you’ll be in heaven!” Myako took Gabriela’s hand, licked the rubber glove, and slid two fingers into her own mouth, sucking on them with delight. I set Florence down on her feet beside the bed. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck, gazing intently at me. She whispered, “Charlotte, 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 at her and replied, “You make my heart skip a beat, Florence. It was love at first sight the moment I held your hand to introduce myself. You’ve cast a spell on me, you naughty schoolgirl!”
Camille rubbed against Astrid as she kissed her, then Astrid lowered her head and began licking Camille’s huge breasts, gently biting at her nipples. Camille cupped her breasts in both hands to offer 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 her wonderful, soft nylon gloves. Camille kissed Astrid on the forehead and delicately placed her hand beneath the beautiful redhead’s little white dress. She was not wearing any panties. With a hand clad in leather of incomparable suppleness and softness, Camille began to caress Astrid’s pussy, which grew wet with excitement.
Florence slid a hand between my legs and began 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 the insides with her soft latex gloves, she ran her hand over my cock and then my balls, moving on to caress my little ass from below. She repeated this motion over and over with infinite tenderness and a look so passionate that I told myself I loved this girl. She was biting her lower lip, smiling at me, and giving me a tender, longing look. She was so beautiful! So young! I asked her, “Florence, you’re so young, and I’m so old… I…” She placed a hand over my mouth and said, “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 gazed into her magnificent, sparkling blue eyes and replied, “I’ve fallen in love with you, too! I love you, Florence!” She kept caressing the area between my legs with a mix of passion and tenderness.
That magical moment was abruptly interrupted by Myako, Astrid, Camille, and Gabriela, who came over to join us. With her sharp tongue, Myako laughed and said, “How are things, lovebirds? Don’t mind us! Did you think we didn’t notice those electric glances and the hearts practically popping out of your eyes?” She laughed as she 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 to this remark, “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, and said, “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 XIX – The Teachings
Florence was staring at the rubber gloves Gabriela was wearing—she was even a bit obsessed with them, and Gabriela noticed. We had gathered around the bed, some were sitting on it, while others were still standing, sipping their 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 and said, “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 the distinctive scent of rubber combined with the 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 to breathe in the sweet scent emanating from the glove.
We were all captivated by Gabriela’s explanations, and we had to admit that it was actually turning us on a little! Gabriela continued introducing Florence to the pleasures of rubber. 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 a little lower onto her blouse, slowly and sensually undoing the buttons that fastened the sheer garment. Through the blouse, Florence’s breasts were visible, and her nipples could be seen hardening. Gabriela undid the final button and slid her gloved hands beneath the blouse, 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 her breasts. Gabriela’s gloved hands cupped Florence’s aroused bosom, beginning to caress 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 to mount among us, and seeing Florence immersed in that whole sweet experience made me happy and euphoric. I felt desire rising within me and realized it was rising in each of us, too. Camille was caressing her breasts and seemed to envy Florence. Astrid had placed her hand between her legs and was caressing herself very gently, taking her time and enjoying watching Florence take hers. Myako, in her amazing and arousing latex outfit, moved closer to me and caressed my ass over my satin panties. Then, she discreetly slipped her hand beneath my panties, slid a finger to my anus, and began to caress it very gently. I placed my satin-gloved hand on her more-than-lovely little backside and caressed it over the latex, giving it a light spank now and then. I found the zipper at her crotch and began to open it slowly, making sure she could feel the movement. Her backside was exposed enough for me to slip my hand in and spread her cheeks. 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 and 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 to stroke 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, “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 said 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. I 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 a semi-reclined position. I decided to become a teacher myself. I said, “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. Now, a very important lesson: the ultimate tool for ensuring a smooth glide and incomparable softness—sterile surgical gloves.” I opened the package and said as I slipped them on, “A smooth finish, a soft texture, and a second-skin feel. We choose a half-size smaller to ensure a very snug fit.”
I knelt on the cushions in front of Myako, unzipped her crotch, and said, “Ladies, let’s begin. Don’t hesitate to stimulate Myako for her maximum pleasure.” Myako’s pussy was already dripping, and I hadn’t even touched her yet! I began to gently caress Myako’s slick clitoris with my fingers, she let out a little gasp of surprise and looked at me with a mischievous, incredibly naughty expression. I was masturbating her gently, the contact of my glove against her wet pussy made the sensation even smoother and more slippery. 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 the fabric, and revealed her beautiful, small breasts. She began licking them while caressing her stomach all the way down to her pubic area.
On the other side, Gabriela did the same. I told Florence and Camille, “Spread her legs and hold them in place.” Then, I leaned down toward her pussy and started eating her out. Her clitoris, her anus—I thrust my tongue in and kept at it over and over. After a few minutes of this oral attention, I penetrated her with a finger and moved it back and forth very slowly. Then, I slid in a second finger and resumed the back-and-forth motion. I went harder and deeper, and I could feel Myako arching her back in pleasure. She was moaning with delight, begging for more. I grabbed the tube of lubricant and asked Florence to put some on my free hand. Once the lubricant was applied, I spread it between my fingers and lightly caressed Myako’s anus, she let out a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction. Then, I inserted one finger, then a second, and penetrated her deeply—fingering both her ass and her pussy. I picked up the pace, thrusting deep to hit her A-spot, and suddenly pressed against her G-spot while continuing to finger-fuck her ass. I devoured her, ravished her, and stimulated her intensely. I felt her climax approaching, she screamed in Japanese and released a powerful, hot gush into my mouth.
She remained motionless for a moment, saying nothing, and then suddenly exclaimed, “Holy shit! What a fantastic experience!” She got up, went to the bathroom, and brought back some towels. She wiped my face and kissed me, her eyes brimming with tears. She said, “Astrid, it’s your turn, my beautiful flame!” She didn’t need to be asked twice. I picked up my glass of champagne, poured a little onto Astrid’s pussy, and licked it vigorously while penetrating her with my fingers. Astrid took far less time to climax than Myako, but the intensity was phenomenal, she ejaculated three times, releasing jets of incredible power. She screamed so loudly that she must have been heard all over the floor! I was soaked, but it didn’t matter—I loved it. I asked for a fresh pair of gloves, and Gabriela took her place.
Myako brought me a new pair of gloves, placed her hand on my 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 some pleasure—she’s burning with anticipation!” She had Camille and Gabriela lie side by side on the bed, ready to receive some wonderful special treatment. Astrid had removed her pretty nylon gloves and slipped on a pair of surgical gloves. She, too, was all set to experiment—and to take a squirt right in the face.
I stood up, fetched a bottle of lubricant, and left Astrid and Myako to their sensory activities. I walked over to Florence, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the 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 a look of shame as she lowered her head and eyes slightly. “Look at me when I speak to you, young lady!” She lifted her head and replied, “Yes, Madame Charlotte. I was studying for your class when I was overcome by a terrible heat. I had to unbutton my blouse to cool off a bit. I know I’ve been very, very naughty lately, and I deserve a punishment.” I answered, “Indeed, you deserve a proper punishment, Miss Florence, and you shall choose the appropriate chastisement yourself.”
She gave me a (feigned) look of mock annoyance and said, “Yes, Madame Charlotte. I’ll get right on it.” She remained seated on the edge of the bed, and I stepped closer. She pulled down my panties and began to stroke me while wearing latex gloves. It felt soft and incredibly arousing! She looked up at me with a naughty schoolgirl expression and grabbed my balls with her other hand. She stroked harder and more intensely, giving me exquisite sensations of pure bliss. Then she took my cock into her mouth and gave me an amazing blowjob. She would take my cock out of her mouth to lick the underside, running her lips along the sides up to the head, which she licked greedily. She would move her mouth back down the length of my shaft to lick my swollen balls, separated by the cock ring, she would take one ball into her mouth and suck on it, then trail her tongue back up my cock to take it 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 even more. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled hard, forcing my cock deep down her throat. She held the position, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to lick my balls—all while keeping my dick deep in her throat. She had no gag reflex, she loved it, and it showed.
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, and a long string of saliva trailed down. That girl was making me cum! I pulled her up and grabbed both her breasts with full handfuls while kissing her wildly on the neck. I turned her around and bent her over the bed. I caressed her ass, her balls, and her cock. She was also wearing a cock ring that enhanced her balls and made her cock harder. I took some lubricant in my hand, greased her ass, and put a little on my cock. I thrust it deep into her tight hole, and she moaned with pleasure.
Gabriela was the first to cry out loudly—in Spanish, for her part. Myako took a massive drenching right in the face but kept right on licking Gabriela’s pussy. Gabriela screamed even louder, grabbing Myako’s head and pressing it hard against her pussy as it squirted again and again. Then Camille swore loudly, saying, “Holy fucking shit, I’ve never cum like that!” Astrid also got a hot spray right in the face, and Camille let out an ear-splitting scream. Myako grabbed some towels and handed one to Astrid, who was smiling triumphantly. She looked at Myako and said, “Can you believe it? We managed to make them both squirt! It was amazing!” Myako smiled and helped Gabriela up, she was still in shock and completely dazed. She said to Myako, “Fuck, you’re going to have to show me how to do that if I want to give the women I sleep with some serious pleasure!”
I kept pounding Florence’s ass, and she loved it. She was screaming, stuffing a finger in her mouth to keep from yelling any louder, and pushing herself up on her hands to watch me penetrate her from behind while screaming even more intensely. Then, I took Florence and laid her down on her back. Myako quickly placed cushions under her head and back to make her more comfortable. The four girls moved closer to get a better look. I got down on my knees and started licking Florence’s balls. I worked my tongue up the length of her penis, then took it into my mouth and sucked hard. Florence let out little moans that grew louder as I sucked her. I grabbed the bottle of lubricant, poured some into my hand—keeping her cock in my mouth the whole time—and slid two fingers into her ass. I found her prostate and applied pressure. After a few seconds, Florence’s eyes widened and she gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! You’re making me cum!” I eased off the pressure, moved my fingers back and forth slightly, and then pressed down on the sweet spot again. I kept up the blowjob, and she grabbed my head with both hands, shouting, “Charloooootte, I’m going to cum!!!” She exploded in my mouth, screaming like a maniac, and I swallowed it all with delight, not leaving a single drop. They all looked at me with admiration, and Florence stood up to kiss me. She said, “Take my place—sit down. Girls, come help me, we need to make Charlotte cum just like she did for us!”
The five of them knelt before me and took turns on my cock, I was being sucked by five magnificent mouths—sometimes three at once. Myako took the opportunity to slide a finger into my ass, then two, then three. She applied pressure to my prostate while the others sucked me fiercely. I felt a wave of heat wash over me and cried out in sheer pleasure as I ejaculated onto their gloves and into their faces. After we’d composed ourselves and shared some hugs, the girls helped me clean up the mess. Astrid grabbed her phone from the table and made a call. “Yes, this is Astrid. We need clean sheets and a small cleaning crew in Florence’s room. Bring clean towels, too.” She hung up. We stared at her, dumbfounded, and she said, “What? The cleaning service is in our contacts—might as well start using it! That’s what they’re there for!” We burst out laughing and said goodnight. The girls left, I went into the bathroom to wash up and could hear the cleaners come in and get to work. When I stepped out of the shower, the room was spotless, as if nothing had happened. My bed had been completely remade, and I knew I was in for a great night’s sleep.
Little did I know that while we were having a night of steamy sex, our assistants had been doing the same. Heather was the one who told me the next morning, just before starting work for the first time. As for Maeva, it seems that while we were at it, she had been watching the previous day’s videos while gently stroking the head of Béatrice, who was devouring her wildly.
To be continued…