Tabitha and I entered the home through the back door. It was getting pretty late, and Tabitha mentioned she wanted to get ready for bed and get some sleep. My mom had already headed upstairs. Tabitha and I exchanged a long, tender kiss and bid each other good night, and she headed upstairs.
I busied myself getting my things together, trying to organize my clothes and belongings in spare shelves and drawers in the living room where I was going to sleep on the couch. I couldn't find much space, and a lot of my things stayed in my suitcase for the time being. Though I was tired, my mind was still racing from the events of the day, and all the new experiences that had come of it. This magic ring had drastically changed my life, and so far, it seemed, it was for the better.
I was suddenly conscious of my panties again. Dressing and looking like a woman had long been a fantasy of mine, and thanks to the ring Tabitha had now agreed to go down that road with me. I felt very lucky. But for some reason, I was still very weirded out by my parents' new selves.
I tried to tell myself it was just a greater extension of what the ring had already done for my desires; it had only amplified what was already there and allowed the opportunity for them to become reality. This, I kept telling myself, was what happened with my parents too. But I still wasn't convinced, and struggled to come to peace with it.
I could hear Lisette still walking around the downstairs rooms, high heels clacking on the hardwood. She was still tidying up. I saw her walk past my field of vision, carrying a very stereotypical looking feather duster. I heard her put it away, then walk back past the doorway. My mind was having a battle between two thoughts: "this is my dad" and "this isn't my dad anymore". The notion sprung into my brain to simply ask Lisette about her/my dad's feelings and learn the truth straight from the source.
When I saw her walk by again, I called out to her. "Lisette, could you come here for a moment?"
She stopped and turned immediately, she hurried over to stand in front of me, curtsied, then stood at attention. She said "Yes, master Joe, how may this one be of service to you?"
I suddenly realized that she was probably very tired from working all day. It also occurred to me that she had been wearing those high heels all day long and had hardly sat down to rest. I was sure her feet must have been killing her. With that in mind, I said "Lisette, are you planning on going to bed soon?"
She took my meaning wrong. "Oh, master Joe! I'm so sorry!" She curtsied low. "How disrespectful this servant has been! She has been making noise cleaning up when her master Joe desires to sleep! This pitiful servant will cease at once--"
"No, Lisette," I cut her off. "I didn't mean that at all! I meant, you surely must be tired from working all day and walking around all day in those heels. Don't you need a rest?"
"Oh, master Joe!" she replied, flustered. She composed herself, then explained: "This one is not deservant, but is greatly appreciative for your concern. Years of therapy and training have conditioned this servant to be able to live on minimal amounts of sleep and food. Though it is true she grows weary throughout a day of servitude, this servant likes nothing more than to ensure all of her duties are completed to perfection!"
"In addition, this one's feet have been strengthened through long hours of training and she is capable of walking in the highest of heels for long hours with naught but a little soreness, which this one gladly endures for the sake of offering beauty and femininity to her Mistress."
"Ah," I said stupidly. After an awkward hesitation, I asked her "Would you like to sit down here, anyway?" I indicated the couch seat next to me.
"Of course, if it is master Joe's wish," she said cheerily, and she took the seat next to me.
"I'd like to talk to you about some things," I told her.
"Of course! This one is well trained in a wide variety of subjects for conversation, to entertain guests as needed!" she said happily.
"Well, it's more serious than a light conversation, I suppose," I said hesitantly. "But uh, first... can I ask you to speak less formally to me?"
Lisette explained, "This one wishes to inform master Joe that she is bound by baseline rules Mistress has given to her servant. However, within the bounds of those baseline rules, this one offers her humble promise to obey any command, including any regarding speech."
"These baseline rules dictate that this one may adhere to another speech pattern upon the request of any master or mistress during individual conversation, but must revert back to her default speech pattern--the one this servant is currently using--whenever more masters or mistresses are present, unless she has the express permission of each present master and mistress to maintain the requested speech pattern."
"This servant is also bound by a minimum level of politeness, etiquette, and honesty in all interactions, and is thus expressly forbidden to be rude in any way, regardless of customized requests for change of speech. Also, all customized rules given to this servant by masters and mistresses other than Mistress will be removed upon this one undergoing one sleep cycle, when she will return to her baseline functioning."
In response I told her "I understand. I certainly don't mind you being polite. I just would like you to speak like a normal person so we can have a normal conversation. Like... just... you can use pronouns and names normally."
"Very well, in that case, I am pleased to grant your request," she said. I was happy to hear her talking normally. "What would you like to talk about, Joe?" she added.
"I... uh..." I stuttered. She looked at me with patient interest. "I'd like to ask you about being my dad... before... you know, and... about your transition..."
"Yes, of course," she answered. "I know you must have a lot of questions for me. Ever since I started my transition, that's all I'd been working on. There wasn't a lot of time to stop and reflect on the past without jeopardizing the progress I'd made. Now I'm more settled into my new life, and able to look back. It was a hard time, for me. But it was hard before too."
I listened intently, fascinated to hear her talk about this with me for the first time. "How so?" I asked.
"I mean before, when I was just a man... just your dad... I still had these feelings deep inside of me. I have always wanted to become a woman. What's more, I'd always been submissive, and I'd always had a thing for French maids. I'm not sure what came over your mom and I, but shortly after you turned 13, we were discussing how we wanted to be good role models for you, and how we wanted to show you that you could do or be anything you wanted to do or be."
"This went into a discussion about whether we exemplified that in our own lives. I trusted your mom more than anything, and still do, and so at that time I finally revealed my secret to her: that I wanted to become a subservient French maid. Your mother took it hard for a while, but she truly is an amazing woman. A few weeks later, she came to me and told me that she would accept my passion and my dream, and that she would help me achieve it."
"She also told me that she wanted to reveal some hidden desires of her own. She told me she had a strong desire to be dominant that she had long kept suppressed in order to be a 'good girl' and a 'good wife'. She also told me she had a thing for women. She asked my permission to become dominant in our relationship, and she asked for my permission to indulge her lesbian desires. With the gift of acceptance she had given me, how could I say no? I accepted, and we both agreed that no matter what, we would remain together and love each other most of all."
"After that you know the rest. We slowly transitioned to the people you know now. I know there have been many questions, but really, I want to assure you, Joe, that both of us are the most happy we could possibly be in these lives."
I sat and thought for a moment, taking in her words. "Really?" I asked. "Even though you are a servant, and you work long and hard, and wear tight and painful clothes, and my mom... she punishes and hurts you?"
"Yes!" said Lisette enthusiastically. "All of those things!" I love the feeling of wearing tight and painful feminine clothes and shoes. They look beautiful and I've grown resistant to the pain, and take more happiness from the simple pleasure of wearing them than I ever could without! Also, like I said, I'm submissive. I like having to work and do chores and serve other people, especially your mom, my beloved Mistress who has given me this life I love."
"I even love being punished! I am a little bit masochistic, but the greater pleasure is in being shaped and taught and molded into Mistress's perfect girl! ...Though, please don't tell your mom that I like it, in case she decides to stop..."
"You know," I replied. "I won't tell her, but I'll bet she knows you love it, and that's why she does it sometimes."
"You may be right," she said. "Your mom is a wonderful Mistress."
"So..." I said, getting to the other thing that was bothering me. "What about our relationship? I mean... you were... or are... or... I don't know... my dad...?"
"Yes..." she said softly. "I was your dad."
"But what about now?" I said, struggling. "Is my dad gone? It kind of feels like I've lost a parent."
"I see..." said Lisette. "Your mom and I both knew this would be the hardest part. Even though you've accepted us, you still feel like you've lost something... Well, Joe, the truth is both things."
"What?" I said, confused.
"The truth is," she continued, "that your dad is gone. The person I was is no more. I am now, and am completely, Lisette. However, you haven't lost anything. You know that we never had any real father/son relationship. I was never into masculine things and never engaged in them with you like a father should. And I was always distracted and preoccupied away from you, and also your mother, because of my underlying desires. So we have never shared any real father/son relationship."
"Additionally, the truth is I am still your parent, and you have all of the love I've ever had to give. In fact, because I am now my true self, I love you more than could ever have been possible as your dad. If you like, you could say I'm your second mom or mother now, and I'd accept that if you wanted to call me that, and I think your mom would be okay with it too. But I think that title does not represent our true relationship anymore."
"I am in a subservient role with you now, which is different than a mother's role. I'm also not your child, nor am I your sister. I know it's a different concept, but the role I occupy in this family is the French maid servant, Lisette. Even so, I am your parent too and I love you like one, and I hope that you will grow to love me like a parent--just in French maid form. So if you'd like to call me mom, or mother, or something similar and feminine, you may, but I think it would be most ideal, and happiest in the long run--for all of us--if you simply called me Lisette."
We sat silently for several minutes while I thought about what she had told me. It made a strange kind of sense. My father was long gone, and for all intents and purposes had never existed. Instead there was Lisette, my parent, who was a French maid. She was both my parent and my servant Lisette, and these two things were not mutually exclusive.
After a long silence, I said "I think I understand... Lisette..."
She seemed visibly relieved. "I'm glad, Joe," she said. "Did you have more questions?"
"Oh... yes!" I said. There were other things on my mind, but for a moment it seemed they would be inappropriate to ask my father. 'No,' I thought to myself in correction. 'She isn't my father; she's a servant. Appropriateness is different with her.'
I stumbled over my words again as I said "Well, um... maybe it's a little personal."
"We are a close personal family, Joe," she replied. "You can discuss any matter with me."
Encouraged by her words, I asked "Is it true that you never got the final surgery? And... what you said at dinner... about pomegranates?"
Lisette smiled. She said "Yes, it's true. I still have not undergone the final surgery to give me female genitals. It is true that it is something I would like to do, and I think Mistress would like it too. But both of us agree that keeping me as is for a time would be nice, to help me become fully aware of my new life and subservience. I think in due time, when both Mistress and I feel the time is right, I will get that last surgery. But we haven't yet felt that it was the right time."
"As for my testicles, when I started my transition and continuing until today, I have been taking an intensive amount of female hormones. Over many years of this my testicles shrank and shrank. They've long since been rendered nonfunctional, which helps with my hormone balance. They have grown as tiny, as your mother had said, as pomegranate seeds. They have also retreated into my abdomen. I am very happy with this, as it makes it much easier to walk and sit like a woman, and to wear women's clothes tight against my crotch."
"I'm sorry for the awkward question," I apologized.
"No, please," she responded. "I am happy to share. What other questions do you have?"
"Um..." I thought. "What other treatments or surgeries have you had?"
She answered "My hormone therapy helped with a lot of things, like softening my features, the growth of breasts, thinning of body hair, softening of my voice, and shrinking of my male genitals. All of these things were not to the level of feminization that Mistress or I desired."
"So I've undergone breast augmentation and reshaping, laser body hair removal, coal feminization, a penile reduction surgery, and several facial feminization surgeries. Fortunately, my male face was not overly masculine, and between the hormones, the surgeries, and a bit of make-up, my face is much more feminine than many transgender women can achieve, sadly for them."
"Penile reduction?" I asked incredulously. "Is that how your balls retreated?"
"Surprisingly, no," said Lisette. "Actually that was earlier in our relationship. Before, unfortunately for me, but agreeable to the formerly bisexual Francine, my penis was actually quite large. A year or two into my transition, I was still having a lot of trouble. I'd learned how to tuck, but it was less successful than I'd have liked."
"Mistress gave me penile reduction surgery as a gift one Christmas. It took me down from about 7 inches--which was already smaller than it was before due to hormones--down to about 3. I was extremely pleased with that. That made tucking much easier, with my testicles already shrinking as well. Now, with continued years of hormones, I am pleased to say I have only a tiny micropenis, down to around 1 inch."
I felt a little horny with this discussion. My member pressed against my panties, but I concealed it. "You went to classes too, right? What courses did you take?"
Lisette seemed pleased to be asked so much about her transition. She said "Yes I had a lot of training. I regularly attended classes regarding feminine walking, talking--both in tone and pitch, and in feminine words and patterns of speech--, sitting, mannerisms, and posture. I took classes in fine points of etiquette, conversation, and writing in feminine script, and also classes in history, literature, society, and politics. I also took many classes in fashion, hair-styling, and cosmetology. I did a lot of physical fitness, especially in cardio."
"I took classes in wearing high heels until I was able to run a half-marathon in 5-heels and still make decent time. Thanks to those classes my feet are strong enough that I can literally stand on the tips of my toes. That easily transitioned into ballet classes, and I learned ballroom dance as well. I took singing courses too, and poetry. I took a ton of home economics courses, including lots of cooking, housekeeping, childcare, and bookkeeping. And finally, I took a lot of sexual courses, and I am well versed and practiced in just about anything sexual."
"Wow," I said surprised. "That is a lot. Between all of those and the surgeries, I'm wondering how you and mom afforded it all?"
"An astute question," she complimented. "Really there were two main things that allowed it. Initially, I sold my business. I'm not sure if you were aware at your young age, but I owned a successful concrete business. And business was booming with all of the new developments and improvements around the city. It maintained a solid middle-class living even allowing your mom to be stay-at-home. The sale of this business allowed us to start down our respective roads, but we both knew it could only sustain us for a few years."
"Your mom took up being a dominatrix, as had been her desire. This made some money, but not a lot. She would need a lot more experience and reputation before it could fully support us by itself. Fortunately, Mistress--your mother--is very intelligent and innovative. She took her business to Las Vegas for a few weeks, and waited for the perfect customer. Finally she got her break: she took a well known state governor, I won't say which one, as a client."
"She sexually dominated, humiliated, and feminized him, all as was his wish and what he paid for. However, she had set up hidden cameras and filmed his whole session. She blackmailed him for a lot of money, to not release the video. He couldn't do anything about it because the filming was consented to in the fine print of the legal agreement that he--and anyone else--had to sign before the session. With this money, we were able to afford all the new surgeries and therapy for me, and equipment and advertising for her, with enough to spare to upgrade our house."
"We invested the rest, but even if we'd spent it all, by now your mom's business is successful enough to support ourselves and our means by itself. I'm proud of her achieving her dream. And I know she is proud of me achieving mine."
I looked Lisette in her beautiful brown eyes and said "I am proud of both of you as well." Lisette's eyes grew watery and after quickly asking permission, drew me into a passionate hug. It felt more like the hug of a lover than a mother, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I felt great trust with Lisette, with all that she'd told me. In only this short conversation I came to love her dearly as my parent and my mother's servant. I finally felt ready to reveal my own secret.
"Lisette?" I started.
"Yes, Joe?" she asked, curiously.
"I want to show you something. Look..." I indicated. I pulled the waist of my pants down a little bit, revealing what I was wearing underneath.
She looked, then looked back at me in full understanding. "They are wonderful, aren't they?" she breathed.
I sighed happily. Of course I should have known, but Lisette's immediate understanding and acceptance washed me over in bliss. "Yes!" I said. "They are fantastic!"
"Would you like to talk about your fantasy with me?" asked Lisette. "You may say as much or as little as you like."
"I am so happy to have you here to talk to, Lisette," I told her. She beamed in response to this. I explained my fantasy, "I want to be more feminine. I want to wear women's clothes and make-up and shoes and jewelry. I want to style my hair like a woman, and talk like one and have feminine mannerisms. I want my body to have a feminine shape. I don't know if I want to fully become a woman or not, but I want to be allowed to be a lot more feminine than I am now."
"I've talked it over with Tabitha. She has been incredibly understanding. We've agreed to take it slow, which is what I'd want anyway. I don't want to rush into things. Right now, the only step I've taken is with wearing panties. I'm really enjoying it so far.
"I understand, Joe," said Lisette, smiling. "I'm very pleased that you've been honest telling me this, and especially in telling Tabitha. I'm also glad that you have started to act on your fantasy. I'm also very happy for you personally. I know what a joy femininity is, and I'm so happy that you want to share in it, as I have. Is there anything you'd have me do?"
"Well," I replied. "I would like your confidence in this."
"Of course it is granted," she said.
"I'd also like to ask you to aid me in this journey if I should need it. I think you know better than anyone what I might need," I added.
"You will have my assistance in anything within my power," she said reassuringly.
"Also..." I paused. "Please know that what in what I'm about to ask, I'm considering you as not my dad or parent, but as simply Lisette the servant..."
"It delights me to hear you say so," she interjected, before allowing me to continue.
"Lisette," I began, "How much do your baseline rules allow you to do that might be considered sexual?"
"Oh," she said, slightly excited. "I am explicitly commanded to fully comply with any sexual command given me by any master or mistress. In essence, I have absolutely no sexual restrictions."
"You've been saying 'by any master or mistress'. What do you mean by that?" I asked.
She explained, "A master or mistress is anyone Mistress has predesignated for me to take orders from. Usually they refer to any guest for as long as they remain on premises, but not away from our home. In a few cases, the status of master or mistress persists indefinitely, unless revoked my Mistress. This is the case with you and mistress Tabitha."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense," I said. I then went to the reason I'd asked. "Lisette... I'd like to, if I may, look at your body... naked. I want to see what might be possible for me, if I continue down this road of feminization..."
"Of course!" she said. "Would you like me to remove my clothes right here and now, or would you prefer to go to another room first?"
I had certainly not intended here and now. "How about we go to your room?"
"As you wish. Please follow me." She stood up formally, flattened her dress of wrinkles with her hands, and walked to her room. I followed.
Once in her room, I locked the door behind me. I didn't want my mom or Tabitha to walk in on us. She went to the bed and turned around, giving me an inquiring expression.
I nodded, and she began taking off her clothes piece by piece. First off was the dress, which revealed her white bra with pink lacing containing a very shapely pair of C-cup breasts. She had on black lacy panties with a pink ribbon bow. She wore a white garter that secured to her white thigh high stockings. She removed her 5-inch, black mary-jane style high-heels, setting them aside, then she unclipped her stockings from the garter and drew them down off of her legs, revealing her smooth and hairless legs.
Next she pulled the garter belt off. Each clothing item she placed into a nearby hamper. She reached behind her body and unclasped her bra, letting her perky breasts hang free. My member strained against my panties at the sight. Lastly she pulled down her panties, stepping out of them. Her body was now completely naked, on full display.
I admired her feminine curves and shapely breasts. I noticed moistness on each nipple and asked her about that.
"Oh I had forgotten to mention," she explained. "As an unexpected consequence of my high amount of female hormones and regular nipple play with Mistress's aid, I have become able to lactate naturally, just a little bit." I looked at her nipples in awe. "Taste if you like," she said.
I couldn't help myself. With her incredible feminine grace and beauty, and the sensuality of her naked figure, and the mystery of the milk glistening on her nipples, I leaned forward and put my lips around them, and suckled gently. I tasted the milk of a woman, and I loved the taste. As I sucked and licked her nipple, Lisette closed her eyes and breathed softly, enjoying the feeling. I then suckled on the other nipple, cleaning it off of milk. The experience was a major turn-on, but with both nipples clean, I stopped.
I pulled back suddenly, and gave her an ashamed look. She returned my gaze with a meek blush that was very cute. She simply said "master Joe, I beg of you. Please enjoy my body to your heart's content." It was the last bit of encouragement I needed.
I then asked her to kneel on the bed and she quickly obeyed. I looked at her round and shapely ass. I asked her to bend over. When she did so I could see her asshole, with something small and clear in it. I realized it was a butt-plug! I asked her about it and she said "Mistress has commanded me to wear one at all time, as it helps me to maintain a pretty upright posture. You may remove it at any time if you desire access to my asshole."
I didn't comment. I could hardly speak at all, so excited I was. But I couldn't help myself. I told her to kneel up straight again, and she did. I walked over to the other side of her and looked at her crotch. There it was, completely hairless, and extremely tiny: her cock. Well, I'd never call something so small a cock, it was, as she said, no more than a micropenis.
It dangled limply, and I could see that almost nothing remained of her ball-sack, which was tiny and shriveled and pressed against her pelvis behind her micropenis. It was easy to see how she could wear women's clothes fully tight against her crotch without revealing a thing. Once again not being able to help myself, I reached out and touched her tiny member. She closed her eyes and breathed softly again as I did so. I felt it, moving it around between my fingers, enjoying it.
I felt behind it. In the wrinkled skin of her ball-sack, I could not find her balls. I pressed more against her pelvis, and finally found them, nestled in the little cavity. They felt like little beans. Lisette obviously didn't mind my feeling her up, and she moaned. The sensuality in the air was electric. This body of Lisette's was something that I could obtain. If she had, so could I. The thought of it gave me chills, and pushed my member close to the edge.
In the moment, I indulged my urges. I reached around Lisette's waist with both arms, cupping her round ass in my hands. I drew her crotch close to my face, smelling her musk. I then took her micropenis into my mouth and began to suckle at it, as I had her nipples. With how small she was, it felt nearly the same in my mouth--just a little bit larger than the nub of her nipples. I was able to move it more freely in my mouth, though. I made out with it with my tongue, licking and swirling it in my mouth, alternating sucking it and playing with it with my tongue.
Lisette seemed to be in bliss. Her feminine moaning intensified. I kept my hands busy, squeezing her butt-cheeks, tracing her asshole and moving the butt-plug a little bit with my fingers, and massaging the base of her pelvis where her balls had gone in. I could feel vague stiffness in the tiny micropenis from time to time, but it always softened again quickly.
Finally with Lisette's moans and breathing getting heavy, she said "Master Joe... I am on the edge! I humbly ask your permission to come..."
"I unwrapped my lips from her crotch just long enough to sigh "yes... please..." before I put my lips back around it and sucked eagerly. I felt her pulse, and cum dribbled from the end of the micropenis into my mouth. She kept pulsing in orgasm, crying out as she did, but only a tiny amount of seed came out. I sucked all I could from it, taking it all in my mouth. The flavor was strange, but very delightful--a mix of sweet, salty, and oily.
Her orgasm died down and I slid my lips off her micropenis, still holding her entire load in my mouth. I looked deeply into her loving eyes as she gazed back. I then swallowed the cum, making sure she could see that I did. She beamed and said contentedly "I hope I have been of utmost pleasure to you!"
I could only nod in agreement, but my face said it all. I was in ecstasy. "Would you like me to get you off as well?" she asked simply.
In response I quickly took off my shoes and socks, and undid my pants and they dropped to the ground. I tugged my shirt off too, leaving me wearing only the teal hip-hugger panties. I laid on the bed, my dick stretching the satin fabric of my panties to shape. I said "Lisette, please let me feel your feminine touch."
"My pleasure!" she said elatedly. She traced her long, pink, feminine nail along the shaft of my dick through the outside of my panties. She continued doing so with gentle touches and strokes with her nails and fingers. My dick couldn't get any harder, and bulged out of the panties top. Lisette pulled the hem down a little bit and gently grasped my member with one hand, stroking it. She focused a little pressure on the bottom just below the head, and traced circles around the very tip.
With how horny I had already been through the whole encounter so far, this is all it took. My dick erupted, spraying cum onto my abdomen, in my panties, and all over Lisette's hands. She looked very happy with herself, and lifted her hands. "May I taste?" she asked.
"Please," I said invitingly, "but save some for me!"
With this her grin widened. Then she took on a sensual expression as she licked her left hand free of cum, sucking on each finger in turn. She offered me her right hand, which I cleaned free of my cum as well, holding it once again in my mouth. Before I could swallow, Lisette leaned over me, and pressed her lips to mine. She began making out with me, and I returned. Her gorgeously made-up face right next to mine, and her lips in pink lipstick made the experience incredibly enjoyable. My cum mixed together in our mouths. After a moment, we broke the kiss free, and swallowed the cum.
"I am so very pleased that I have been able to offer my body and services for your pleasure, master Joe," she said. "May I please you in any other way?"
"I have a few things," I replied.
"Name them, and they shall be done," she said dutifully.
"First, I'll need new panties..." I said, gesturing at my soiled ones. "Could you grab me a pair from my things? I had put them in a spare drawer on the end table by the couch in the living room."
"Would you like any pair in particular?" she asked.
"You choose," I replied, and she hurried out of the room to get them for me. I pulled the soiled panties off of me and put them in the hamper, then used some tissues from the end table to wipe myself up, tossing them into the trash when I was finished. Lisette returned shortly, holding a pair of simple, black satin panties. I thanked her and slid them on, feeling the familiar chill of feminine pleasure as I did.
"What else did you need?" asked Lisette.
"Well..." I said slowly. "I was wondering if you might be able to lend me some women's night wear, for the night. Just something simple, like a slip maybe?"
"Of course!" she agreed brightly. "What color would you like?"
"Choose for me," I said again. Immediately she went into the adjoining walk-in closet. A moment later she reappeared, holding a silk, spaghetti strapped, lavender colored slip with a low, V-cut neck line and exposed upper back, save for the crossing straps. It had white lacy trim. "I love it!" I said. She smiled prettily at the compliment as I took it and slid it on over my head. It felt so good to be wearing this smooth sexy, feminine thing. My member was beginning to come out of its sleep again already.
"And one more thing," I added. "Could I sleep here with you in your bed tonight?" I loved the closeness and intimacy I now shared with Lisette, and I wanted to continue it. I also loved this soft, pink and white, frilly, girly bed.
"I would love that!" said Lisette. "I am so happy that we have found this closeness that we could never have shared before. I invite you to my bed at any time that you wish, and I hope you will continue to make use of my services in any way you like!"
"Thank you!" I said wholeheartedly. She curtsied low in response. "What do you usually wear to bed, Lisette?" I asked. "Not your whole outfit I'm sure?"
"No, not my whole outfit," she answered. "I usually wear a soft bustier and girdle in various colors with matching stockings and a thong of contrasting color. There is no metal or boning. However, I would be pleased to wear anything that you like."
"No, I'd like you to be comfortable and just wear what you usually would," I responded.
"As you wish," she said, stepping into the closet once more. A few moments later she emerged wearing the outfit described in baby pink, with matching pink silk thigh-high stockings attached, and a seafoam green thong between her legs, hiding her micropenis.
She turned off the overhead light and came into the bed, snuggling down next to me. We exchanged a long kiss and she reached and turned off the nightstand light also, leaving us in darkness. We embraced each other close, surrounded by softness. I closed my eyes.
I woke later; it was still dark. I looked at the clock on the nightstand: 2:06. Lisette was next to me, breathing softly in sleep. My hard-on had come back full force. All of the femininity was ramping me up quickly and easily. I thought for a moment about getting myself off, then realized that would be foolish with this sexy girl available next to me. As my member slid against the soft fabric of the panties, an idea occurred to me.
I slid down under the blankets to get a better reach. I slowly undid the straps holding Lisette's stockings to her girdle. Then I slid her thong down her legs and off of her. then I reattached the straps, leaving her crotch exposed, but the rest of her outfit on. I did so slowly and quietly, trying not to wake her. I came back up above the blankets and slid my own panties off as well. I reached and let both pairs drop off the bed.
Then I snuggled my body against Lisette's. I put my leg between hers in such a away that it pressed our crotches together, so that our dicks were rubbing together. At this point the movement awoke Lisette. She gave a cute squeal of surprise, then said "Oh, master Joe! This one is so pleased that her master has decided to use this servant for his pleasure once again!"
She got the intention of our position immediately, and she embraced me and started we started making out, as she ground her crotch against mine. Our dicks rubbed together in rhythmic movement, bringing both of us to bliss. Her little nub against my hard member was more than I could stand. We continued the position for a few minutes before reaching climax at the same time. My dick pulsed and I could feel hers do so as well as she pressed our crotches close.
Cum oozed out from our dicks as we continued grinding. We both were giving muffled cries of delight as we continued making out. As the climax passed, we stayed lazily in the position. Cum was all over our crotches, legs, bellies, and clothes, but we didn't care. We languished there in each other's embrace, crotches still pressed together, in long lasting happiness. Our energy spent again, both of us fell asleep to the feeling of our dicks still rubbing together.