A day in the life..

Two years later....

You apply more pink lipstick in the bathroom mirror to your lips matching your simple pink dress. It was an outfit that Miss Marcy picked out once she found out that pink was your favorite feminine color. You run your hands down the dress smoothing it over your waist. Your former manhood pushed back by the steel chastity belt underneath covered up by a thick vinyl pink belt over your dress . Luckily Ms Marcy milked you the night before, or else the pressure would be horrible. You feel fine though. You walk casually back into the main living area and Ms Marcy is up and about.

" Greta dear, the ladies reading circle will be here in 30 minutes, and I don't see the table set!" She looks at you concerned.

"Of course Ms Marcy!" You bow a little, and grab a tray loading it up with the fine tea cups, and begin laying them out around the dinner table. You fold the laundered napkins, and prepare the water to be boiled. The doorbell rings, and Ms Marcy goes to answer the door. Four women, mostly a little older than Ms Marcy enter, and you hear them ranting and raving in the other room.

They descend up the living area, congregating, placing their books down. You carry the hot water in and place two kettles on each side. They basically ignore you as usual. It's the 8th meeting of the reading circle and the novelty of Ms Marcy's feminized male wife had worn off. Well for everyone except Maggie. She wore a short bobbed haircut , and was in her late 50's.

"I love your dress Greta!" She teased reaching up your dress and pinching your ass as you leaned in to leave the kettle. It was out of view of the rest of the Ladies who were currently discussing a new book, and nobody cared anyway.

"Thank you Miss." you bow, and turn away going to prepare the pastries in the oven. Several minutes later you load the snacks onto a tray, and serve them to the ladies now joking about one book. You purposely avoid Maggie and lean over placing the tray in the middle of the table.

"Wonderful Greta . You may now be excused." Ms Marcy calls over the cacophony of ladies, and a few laugh. You go to your room and read a book yourself. About an hour later you hear the front door close. "Greta!" You hear Ms Marcy's voice summon you. You enter the living area and see that Maggie is sitting alone with Ms Marcy.

"You called me Ms Marcy?" You bow before them.

"Yes Greta, Maggie here is strongly interested in the nature of our relationship. Present yourself!" Ms Marcy orders. You slide down on your knees, and pull your dress up revealing the steel chastity device, keeping your head bowed. Maggie laughs heartily.

"Proclaim!" Ms Marcy orders, and you stare downward.

"I am Greta Marcy, Miss Marcy's contracted bitch ****! I serve her and all women with the knowledge that they are superior." You repeat the contract.

"Oh Goodness! Does she get to orgasm?" Maggie asks with smirk.

"Answer her bitch!" Marcy orders.

"If Ms Marcy is pleased I am milked weekly." You answer.

"You mean fucked?" Maggie says with a playful contempt.

"Sometimes, yes." You answer.

"I'd like to show off your obedience and training bitch , and provide a little entertainment for Maggie." Ms Marcy says standing up, and you bow silently. "You will lick and service Maggie's boots, and she will **** you." Ms Marcy commands.

"Yes Miss Marcy!" You say, and Marcy leaves the dining area. You are alone with this strange lady, and she prepares herself in the chair as you bow unsure.

"Well, what are you waiting for bitch!" She snaps at you. You crawl over on your knees and the smell of her boots intoxicates you. Your tongue comes out, and you lightly glide up and down her boots. "Worship it bitch!" She says with a growl above you. Your tongue glides over her boots as she demeans you. "You're just a little trained whore aren't you?" Maggie says in a sultry tone.