Crossing Texas – Chapter Eight
I followed Sara to Amanda’s house, which was about a block west of the hotel, away from the highway noise. Unused to walking in heels, I had difficulty keeping up. My heart throbbed with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Sara entered without knocking. Odd, I thought, Sara must live with Amanda.
“Mandy!” Sara called, “We’re back. And Pamela looks ravishing!”
Amanda entered the room, wrapped in a large towel, her hair wet, apparently having just stepped from the shower.
“Yes, I see, Sara,” she said as she slowly walked around me, studying my appearance carefully.
“Very well, although a tad juvenile, don’t you think? What’s next, diapers?”
I didn’t respond. Amanda was obviously speaking to Sara, not me.
“Well, it’s what Pamela wanted,” she replied defensively.
“He asked the sales clerk for a Brittany Spears look. I think he looks cute.”
“So, maybe Pamela should join the Mickey Mouse Club, too,” Amanda said derisively.
“Now take your clothes off,” Amanda said, looking directly at me.
“What,” I responded, “right here?”
SMACK!
Amanda’s slap stung my right cheek.
“Don’t question me, ever, you pervert.
And from now on, you will address me only as “Mistress Amanda”. Do you understand?”
“Yes., yes I.”
SMACK!
“What did I tell you? Now try again!”
“Yes,” I said, stunned, “Mistress Amanda. I understand.”
“That’s better. Now undress.”
As I undressed, Amanda continued.
“And, Pamela, you will also always address Sara as “Mistress Sara”. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said as I struggled to remove my pantyhose.
“Oh, Mandy, I don’t want to be called Mistress,” Sara interjected.
“I understand, dear,” Amanda said compassionately, but Pamela must come to know her position here. It’s for the best, honey.”
“OK, Mandy, whatever you say.”
“If Pamela wants to stay out of prison, she must fit in around here. She must help us out. And to do that she must be a girl, Sara. A subservient girl. You know I never hire any males. In fact, Pamela should address all her coworkers as Mistress, just so she doesn’t begin to think of herself as equal to anyone.”
“So, Pamela, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Amanda,” I replied while gently folding my pantyhose and setting them atop my skirt and blouse.
Sara told Amanda about our shopping trip, about Jennifer, Katie, and Ashly.
About how nicely I cooperated and even seemed to enjoy shopping for pretty clothes, “just like real girls do”. She mentioned the photos. By this time I was naked except for my bra, and was having difficulty reaching the clasps at my back. I turned red with embarrassment as Sara described the private photos the girls took of my “vagina”.
“Are you saying that Pamela posed for pictures with that thing showing?” Amanda asked, incredulously, while pointing at my penis.
“Well, yes, I guess so,” Sara replied, somewhat flustered.
“I didn’t actually see it.; it’s what the girls wanted, Mandy.”
“Show me, Pamela, how did you pose?”
“Well, ma’am, I mean Mistress, Mistress Amanda (I was trembling), they had me set my balls and penis in the palm of my hand, like this”, I said while reaching for my cock.
“And then they took photographs?”
“Yes, mistress Amanda.” Sara was gazing at me, standing naked except for my stuffed bra, as I withered under Amanda’s interrogation.
“OK, Pamela, allow me to explain things to you once again. This is Texas.
There are more men imprisoned here than in all of China. So, now there’s clear evidence that you raped Sara, and there’s also clear evidence that you are a pervert who exposes himself to schoolgirls. Do you have any idea how many years you’ll rot in prison for this?”
“But I only did it because I thought you were forcing me.”
Amanda glared at me.
“Mistress Amanda, I mean.”
“That’s better, Pamela, I’m Mistress to you.”
She turned to Sara.
“What do you think, should we just call the police right now and get this over with?”
“Please,” I said softly, “please, Mistress Sara.” I stood in the middle of the room, nearly naked. Sara sat to my left in a chair. Amanda was seated on the sofa, directly in from of me, wearing only a towel.
“Let’s give Pamela a chance, Mandy. After all, we do need a maid around here.”
Amanda stood up. The towel fell to the floor. Her skin was soft; her breasts, while not large, were perfectly formed, as was her ass. Slowly she walked around me. She was taller than I had thought. Without my heels, she appeared to be taller than me.
“Pamela has potential. She has no big muscles. Little fat. Rather pretty, in fact. Maybe, if you’re a good girl, we can get you some nice titties, just like mine. Wouldn’t that be nice, sissy?”
“Yes, Mistress Amanda”, I lied.
“But before that, we’ll need to get your hair and nails professionally done. You have little facial hair, but you’ll need some electrolysis, nevertheless.”
She discussed my feminization with Sara even as she probed my body.
“Firm, but still a tad small for a girl,” she said while feeling my ass.
“Baby soft,” she laughed when feeling my biceps.
“Very feminine,” she said as she ran her hand along my shaved thighs and legs.
Given that a very pretty, naked girl was touching me all over, the natural problem recurred. My penis, which was still cradled in my hand, hardened.
“Oh look, Sara,” Amanda said sarcastically when she noticed my “problem”, “Pamela is getting aroused. Tell us, Pamela, what thoughts are you thinking? Why are you so excited?”
“How pretty you are, Mistress,” I said honestly.
SLAP!
“Need I remind you that you’re a girl,” Amanda said.
“Now tell me again, what are you thinking? What is it that so excites you?”
“I,.. I don’t understand.” I replied.
“Sara, maybe you can help Pamela find a proper answer. As a very beautiful girl, Sara, what excites you?”
“Oh, I get it! Men! Men doing things to me, that turns me on,” Sara laughed.
“Right”, said Amanda.
“Now Pamela, describe what you’re thinking. What thoughts are turning you on so? And don’t stop until I tell you to stop, or else we end this now and I hire a real woman tomorrow.” She sat back down on the couch, naked, and waited for me to talk. It took me a few moments to grasp what was expected of me. How, I wondered, would this nightmare end?
“Oh,” I said, “Mistress Amanda.”
“And Sara!”
“Yes, and Mistress Sara,” I continued, blushing deeply at the humiliation of having Sara, with whom I was so enamored, watching and listening.
“I was thinking of how I would, well, enjoy having a man., a man hold me., and kiss me all over,” I found myself thinking of what girls used to enjoy in high school, and used that as my guide, “and he would play with my titties, and with my ass. He would forcibly kiss me. His tongue would probe my mouth. He would taste my lipstick..”
“And what would your boyfriend look like, dear,” Amanda asked.
“Oh, Mistresses, I suppose., I mean I know my boyfriend would be strong.
Muscular. His arms would not be like mine. They would be thick, strong, dangerous.”
“And what would he do to you, dear,” Amanda asked, smiling.
“He would, well, violate me, Mistress Amanda..”
“Be more specific, Pamela! What exactly would you do to your boyfriend?”
“I would take it., his erect penis., into my mouth, Mistress Amanda and Mistress Sara. I would lick it all over., and then I would take it into my mouth., and suck my…, boyfriend’s cock, for a long time I would suck it., and then my boyfriend would ejaculate. I would please him that way, Mistresses.”
“And would you swallow his cum,” Amanda asked. I glanced towards Sara. She was watching me, wide-eyed, clearly astonished.
“Yes, Mistresses, I would swallow his cum because., because it would make my boyfriend happy. Girls do that, to make their boyfriends happy..”
I was still holding my erect penis and was stuttering on when Sara interrupted.
“Mandy, Pamela has to work tomorrow. Maybe she should call it a day.”
“Oh Sara, you’re so protective of your new sissy friend, aren’t you? But OK, you’re right. Pamela, go back to your room. Then you can jack off while you imagine yourself getting screwed by your boyfriend.”
“Yes Mistress. May I get dressed, then?”
“No. Just leave, immediately!”
“Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress,” I replied, then quickly picked my clothes up and stepped out the door, still naked, still hard. Luckily the porch light was off and no neighbors were outside. I donned my blouse and skirt, slipped on my high heels, and swiftly returned to my room. Exhausted and shamed, I lay down and slept.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Eight.
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