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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's part 4.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
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This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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A DREAM, A MEMORY...

Sam, the 5 year old, only son in a family of four children, the 
youngest, walked into his mother's room as she was getting dressed. 
"Mommy, what's that you're putting on?"

"It's a bra, Sammy."

"What's a bra?"

"A bra is a support device for a woman."

"It's a pretty sport deviss."  His mother smiled at his 
mispronunciation.  "Can I have one?"

His mother smiled.  "No, dear."

"Why not?  Everybody else gets to."

"But everybody else is a girl.  Your father doesn't wear one.  Don't 
you want to grow up to be big and strong like him?"  She swatted 
playfully at his nose with the make-up brush she had.

"I guess so."

Suddenly, his father burst into the room.  "What are you doing? 
Putting make-up on my son?  How dare you!?"

His mother cringed.  "We were just playing.  It didn't mean anything."

"Didn't mean anything?  Didn't mean anything?  What are you trying to 
do?  Make my only son into a sissy?"

"Don't be absurd.  A little make-up isn't going to make Sammy into a Sissy."

Sam's father slapped his mom.  "Don't talk back to me!"

"Don't hit her!"  Sam yelled.

Sam's father struck him, knocking him to the ground.  "Don't ever 
take that tone with me!"  Sam's dad grabbed him by the back of the 
neck and dragged him into the bathroom.  He took a damp rag and 
proceeded to roughly wash Sam's face, removing the small bit of 
make-up.  He then left Sam in the bathroom and stormed from the room.

After he was gone, Sam's mother came in and held him while Sam cried. 
"Mommy, why is daddy so mean?"

"Your father loves us.  He's just got... problems."

"Mommy, I don't want to be like daddy when I grow up."

Sam's mother just held him close.

******************

ANOTHER DREAM, ANOTHER MEMORY...

Sam was 12 years old, and just beginning to discover girls.  And Sam 
was discovering that there was nothing about them that he didn't 
like.  Their clothes, their hair, their smell, and, strangely enough, 
even the things they talked about, make-up, shopping, and, yes, even 
boys.  Sam had no problem with talking about boys, for Sam was, even 
though he didn't know the word for it yet, bisexual.

The girls, for their part, loved to have a boy around who wasn't 
either accusing them of having cooties, or following them around like 
a drooling puppy.

Sam was with a group of the girls, just sitting back, as they 
discussed some of their problems.  "You know, Sam, you're so lucky to 
be a boy," Tina told him.

"Why's that?"

"You don't have to worry about heels, or make-up, or uncomfortable 
underwear.  You can't imagine how tight these bra straps are on me."

"But they make you look so pretty.  I mean, if it weren't for the 
fact that everyone'd laugh at me, I'd wear heels and make-up, and 
even a bra all day."

"That's only because you've never done it.  I bet you wouldn't last 
one hour, on your feet, in heels."

"Bet."

"Huh?"

"I'll bet you... 10 bucks that I can go an hour walking around in 
heels, make-up and even a bra without a single complaint."

"Okay, let's do it.  But the clock doesn't start until we get 
finished making you up."

"Fine.  But I don't have to stand up till the clock starts."

"Deal."

For a little over half an hour, Sam allowed the girls to go through 
all the steps of getting him all dolled up.  He put on a bra (with 
water balloons in the cups to simulate the weight of real breasts), 
sat down as the girls applied make-up, and put on a pair of borrowed 
shoes.  Then he stood up and cheerfully walked around for an hour 
without any complaints.

After the hour, Tina said, "I'm impressed," and fished a $10 bill out 
of her purse.  Before she handed it over to him, she asked, "Want to 
go double or nothing?"

"What have you got in mind?"

"I bet you can't stand it to be fully dressed like a girl, that's 
panties, stockings, garter, a dress, and even a wig I got, then spend 
another hour on your feet."

"For just an extra $10?  Not worth it."

"Okay."  She fished some more money out of her purse.  "I've got $35 here."

Another girl, Susie, said, "I want in on this.  I'll add another $20, 
but you have to carry a purse full of make-up around for the hour."

Joan said, "I can top that.  Another $30 says you can't last an hour 
on your feet, in full drag, with a purse full of make-up, AAAND... 
with a tampon shoved up your ass."

"Okay," Sam said, "let me get this straight.  If I can go one hour in 
drag, carrying a purse full of make-up, with a tampon shoved up my 
ass, without complaining, on my feet, then I get $85, and I'm not 
risking any of my own money?"  The girls nodded.  "Deal.  You want to 
get in on this, Janine?"

Janine smiled.  Janine, at 15, was the oldest of the group.  She even 
had a learner's permit to drive.  She was also the richest of the 
group.  "I've got a stipulation."

"Go for it."

"I say that you can't go one hour on your feet, in full drag, with a 
purse full of make-up, and a tampon up your ass."

"That's the same bet.  What's your condition?"

"Simple.  You can't do it... at the mall."

The girls ooohed, figuring that this would be too much for Sam.  "How 
much do I get if I do?"

"I'll throw another $40 on."

"Okay."

"Want to try for more?"

"What?"

"We all know that you like guys as much as girls, so another $50 says 
that after the hour, you can't get a guy to take you out for a quick 
bite to eat.  Another $25 on top of that says that if you do get a 
guy to take you out, you can't get him to kiss you on the lips."

"Why on the lips?"

"Because, once we get through with you, you'll be such a pretty girl, 
getting a guy to kiss you on the cheek would be no problem."

Sam was secretly thrilled.  It was what he had wanted all of his 
life.  "Yes," he blurted out.

The girls smiled and almost tackled Sam.  They took over an hour this 
time getting him ready, but when they were finished, even they were 
amazed at the results.  Sam looked more like a girl than they did. 
He also looked a little older than he really was.  Like he was 
perhaps 14, or maybe even 15.

They went out to the mall (Janine drove, her father was oblivious and 
never even looked twice at Sam), and not only did Sam remain 
standing, he outlasted the girls in terms of shopping endurance. 
After the hour, Janine said, "Okay, Samantha," the name they had 
agreed on, "it's time for the next part of your bet.  Let's see if 
you can get a guy to buy you dinner now."

Sam smiled and they went to the food court.  Then Sam saw who he 
wanted.  His name was Andros, and he was the cutest sophomore at the 
local high school.  All the girls wanted him, but he only dated 
around, he wasn't steady with any of them.  Sam got within notice and 
started flirting.  At first, Andros only flirted back, but soon his 
curiosity got him, and he came over and introduced himself.  It 
wasn't long before Sam was eating a burger with Andros's arm around 
his waist.  At the end of the meal, Andros took Samantha's chin in 
hand, and kissed "her" right on the lips.

After they were finished, Andros looked Sam in the eye and said, "I'd 
like to take you out to my car and suck you off."

"I don't think I should."

Andros whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Samuel.  I won't tell 
anyone what I found in your panties."

Sam's eyes widened in shock.  "How'd you know?"

"Janine's my cousin.  She called me before you left and let me in on 
your secret."

"So now I've got to go with you or you'll tell everyone?"

"No.  I'm not trying to blackmail you.  Sam, I'm gay.  I flirt with 
and go out with girls because I'm not ready to come out of the closet 
yet.  But earlier today, Janine called and said she had a solution to 
my problem, a "girl" who was really a guy who liked other guys, but 
who looked so much like a girl no one but the two of us would know. 
I wasn't sure she could do what she said, but I'll admit it.  Until 
she pointed you out to me, I had no idea who or what you really were.

"Sam, if you want me to forget it, as long as you do the same for me, 
I will.  But if you want me to, I'll take you out to my car and give 
you a blowjob.  And if you're willing to bring Samantha out of the 
closet a little more often, I think I may have found my first steady 
girlfriend."

Sam looked back to the girls.  Janine gave him a sly little wink.  He 
turned back to Andros and nodded.  Andros escorted him out to his 
car, laid him down on the back seat, got between his legs, pulled 
down his panties, and sucked Sam off.

After he was finished, Sam insisted on returning the favor.  Andros 
said it wasn't necessary, but Sam got him to allow it (truth be told, 
he didn't have to try very hard).

After they were finished Andros took Sam in his arms and said, "So 
how about it?  Will I be seeing Samantha again?"

Sam kissed Andros.  "With a little help from your cousin, I think I 
can arrange that."

They kissed deeply, tonguing each other's mouths.  "I think I'm going 
to like having a steady girlfriend."

*****************

A DREAM OF A TIME TWO YEARS AFTER THE LAST...

Sam and Andros let the other girls in on their secret, and, with 
their help, managed to keep the real nature of their relationship 
secret from everyone else (to cover with his dad, he had even allowed 
Janine to take his virginity).  Samantha got more than her share of 
jealous stares for having landed the hottest guy in school, but "she" 
didn't care.  Of course, there was lots of speculation as to where 
Samantha went to school, since no one saw her at any local schools, 
but a few well placed rumors of home schooling placed by the girls 
dealt with that.

Sam and Andros even made plans for Andros to take Sam's "female 
virginity".  Plans that were aborted when Sam's mother died.  Two 
months after her death, in the Summer after Andros graduated, Sam was 
alone with Andros in his own room.  Andros was comforting him.

"Oh, Andros, dad's gotten even worse since mom died.  I don't know 
how long I can stand him."

"What about your sisters?  Can't they do anything for you?

"They're off at college and beyond.  They've got their own lives."

"What can I do for you, Sam?  What do you want?"

"I want...  I want... to go with you.  I wish I could go with you, be 
Samantha, your wife, and give up ever being Samuel again."

Andros hugged Sam and rubbed his cheek against Sam's head.  "And I 
wish I could do that for you.  But we both know it's not going to 
happen."

"Yes, I know.  Even though I've gotten older, Samantha hasn't.  The 
best the girls can do for me is make me look barely 16.  Most often 
only 14 or 15."

"If you really want me to, I will take you away."

"No.  You were right, eventually dad would come after me, and someone 
would talk about a college student living alone with a teenager."

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes."  Sam looked up into Andros's eyes.  "Take my "virginity". 
It'll be something to remember you by after you're gone."

"Are you sure?  What about your father?"

"He isn't due home for a few hours.  Please?"

Andros kissed him.  "Anything for you.  Do you want to get dressed?"

"Yes.  I feel more comfortable as Samantha."  Sam pulled a box out 
from under his bed.  Inside was the makings of Samantha, panties, a 
bra, a slip, breastforms (a gift from Janine on the anniversary of 
Samantha's "birth"), stockings, heels, a wig, a dress, and a small 
collection of make-up.  Sam quickly put on everything but the heels 
and make-up.

He hugged Andros and they danced around the room a bit, before Andros 
laid him on the bed, got between his legs and slowly slid his cock 
into Sam's ass.  Andros was gentle and easy and they moved together 
in a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing.  Andros came a 
couple of times that afternoon, and in a very girl-like fashion, Sam 
came in a multiple orgasm that surprised both of them.  After they 
were finished, Sam stood at the window as Andros drove off to the 
airport.

Sam was shocked when he heard a voice from behind.  "So my son is a 
little cock-sucking faggot who likes to dress up as a girl."

Sam spun around.  "DAD!"

"Good thing I decided to come home early or I never would've learned 
what kind of a sick person you were."

"It's not like that.  You don't understand."

"You're standing there in a dress and a wig, and you're going to tell 
me you're not sick?"

"You don't understand.  I feel more comfortable like this.  I... 
I... need this!"

In that way kids have of believing in their parents no matter what 
they've done, Sam had felt if his father knew what was going inside 
his head, he'd forgive him.  But unfortunately, Sam had said the 
exact wrong thing to his father.  His father lurched across the room 
and grabbed Sam's arm.  "So you NEED to be a girl?!  Well, let's 
treat you like the slutty little bitch you are!"

Sam tried to get away, but it was no use, his father was too 
powerful.  His father turned him around, bent him over the back of a 
chair, yanked down his panties, and raped his son.

For the next two years, whenever Sam was home, he was forced to dress 
up and be his father's sex toy.  Eventually his eldest sister came 
home for a visit and found out what was going on.  She yanked him out 
of the house and had her father arrested.

She got Sam into therapy, but whenever Sam tried to tell them that 
although the rape was terrible, he enjoyed dressing up as a woman, 
and he wanted to be a woman, everybody, including the therapists, 
tried to convince him that he only enjoyed it as a defense mechanism 
to protect himself from his father, that he really didn't enjoy it. 
And eventually, after years of this, he started believing it himself.

********************

A DREAM OF THINGS THAT NEVER WERE...

Sam was alone in a large ballroom.  He caught a look of himself in a 
mirror.  He still looked like a woman, but somehow that was no longer 
a problem.  He was dressed in a long, flowing wedding dress, but 
somehow that seemed appropriate.  A door opened and a man walked in. 
The very sight of him took Sam's breath away.  He was dressed in a 
tuxedo and walked straight up to Sam.  He extended his hand and 
asked, "May I have this dance?"

Sam felt himself smile and took the man's hand.  They waltzed around 
the room, finally stopping at a table.  The man lifted Sam onto the 
table, removed his panties, entered him and slowly made love to him. 
After they were finished, he looked into Sam's eyes and said, "I love 
you."

****************

THE NEXT MORNING...

Sam awoke, remembering everything.  He stretched languidly.  He got 
up and looked in the mirror.  His maid's uniform (which he had never 
removed) was a mess, but even though part of him wanted to correct 
that, another part of him noticed the change.  When he looked at his 
face, he no longer saw a stranger's face.  He saw the face of the 
person he had always wanted to be.  He saw the face of the person who 
his father had attacked and raped for even existing.  He saw the face 
of the person everyone had tried to convince him didn't exist.  He 
saw Samantha.  He, no she, saw herself.

Samantha saw a bottle of the medication to offset the change becoming 
permanent on the dresser, a sign that Mistress Elaine would be 
working in the lab all morning.  Making a quick decision, Sam took 
the bottle, went into the bathroom, poured it into the toilet and 
flushed.  The minute she did, she felt an enormous weight lifted from 
her shoulders.  She looked in the bathroom mirror and hugged herself. 
Samantha was here to stay.

She heard Linda's voice in the other room.  "Sam, you okay?"

Samantha removed her uniform and corset (she had been wrong, after 
her transformation, she had gained enough flexibility to reach the 
laces on her own).  "Be out in a minute, got to take a quick shower."

"Take your time."

"Only if you want to join me."

Linda gave a short laugh.  "You sound much better."

Sam started the shower, and got in.  After a while, she decided to 
get playful and said, "Lady Linda, can you come help me?"

Linda came in.  "Sure, hun, what do you want?"

Sam grabbed her and pulled her into the shower.  "You."

"Wench!"  Linda angrily stepped from the shower.  "Now look at me. 
I'm soaked!"

Sam gave Linda a confused look.  "Lady Linda, don't you find me attractive?"

Linda stopped short. "What?"

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"Of course I do, you're beautiful, but that's no reason to drench me!"

"Well what am I supposed to think?  Of all the girls in this house, 
you're the only one whose never responded to my advances.  And now, 
here I am practically begging you to be with me, and all you can do 
is complain about how wet I got you."

Linda sighed.  "It's not you.  I just... can't be with you right now."

"Why not?  Is it something I've done?  Something I've got to do?"

"No.  Nothing like that."

"What then?  If you're in a devoted relationship, just tell me, and 
I'll back off."

"No.  It's not that."

"Milady, please stop beating around the bush with me.  I want you.  I 
want to be with you.  If it's not going to happen, at least tell me 
why."

Linda sighed.  She reached behind her, undid the zipper on her dress, 
let it fall, then pulled her petticoats down; and what she revealed 
to Sam both shocked and amazed.  Hanging from her crotch, almost 
touching the ground, was the largest dick Sam had ever seen!  It even 
made the Bulls look tiny.

Soft, it hung only inches off the ground, and Sam wouldn't have been 
able to wrap both hands around its girth.  She stepped from the 
shower and reached towards it.  "May I... touch it?"

Linda grabbed her hand.  "No, dearie, you can't."

"But..."

"It's not you.  Look at the size of it.  Even though Mistress's 
biochemical compounds help to offset the problems in having a dick 
this big, if I'm not rested and prepared for it, an erection could 
knock me out.  And an ejaculation can dehydrate me as well as making 
me useless for the next day or two."

"But why is it so large?"

"My punishment for my behavior when I was a man.  I had a 12" dick 
that I was so proud of that I was willing to stick it into anyone or 
anything.  Male, female, didn't matter.  Once, on a bet, I even 
pleasured a horse.  Problem is, when you're that indiscriminate about 
what you do with your dick, your dick tends to become a breeding 
ground for a lot of nasty little bugs.  I must've spread STD's around 
to dozens, maybe even hundreds, of people.

"Finally, one day I met this beautiful lady who told me that without 
surgery or pain, she could give me a dick larger than the largest of 
the porn stars'."

"Mistress?"

"Yeah.  I agreed of course.  So she pumped me full of the drug, I 
passed out, and when I woke up, I had an 18" dick, but I also had 
these," she lifted her tits.

"So you became a she-male like the rest of us."

"With one major exception over most of Mistress's staff.  Being 
openly... omni-sexual, I didn't give a damn what I looked like.  In 
fact, I made a better looking girl than I did a man.  So I got 
dressed up in some sweats that fit me, and went out on the town.  I 
found a girl in a lez bar, took her home and fucked her in the dark, 
telling her that it was an ultra-realistic dildo.

"But Mistress included a special extra that I was unaware of.  For 
every load of cum that I pumped out, I had to take a load up my ass, 
the one thing I had never done.  If I didn't, then my dick would get 
even larger."  Linda snorted.  "It was less than one day before I was 
so large that I wouldn't fit into anything human.  And although I was 
willing to fuck anything that moved, animals weren't my preferred 
partners.  So I went back to Mistress and begged her to undo what she 
had done.

"She just laughed at me.  She told me that if I wanted to be normal 
again, I had to go to work for her.  I accepted, and started on house 
cleaning.  Well, being surrounded by all these beautiful women, it 
wasn't long before I was walking around with a constant erection that 
I thought I couldn't do anything about.

"That was when I first met the cows.  Here it was something that was, 
or at least used to be, human.  All I had to do was learn to accept 
someone else up my ass while I went at them.  It only took me an hour 
to make the decision.  Elizabeth was my first.  She fucked me while I 
fucked a cow.  Problem was, I was still more "active" than she.  I 
dumped four loads in the cow before Elizabeth poured her first load 
into me.

"I obviously needed help.  That was when Susie took over."

"Lady Elizabeth's wife?"

"Yeah.  It seems that where I hated getting fucked up the ass, 
Elizabeth loved it.  And her wife, wanting to be the first person in 
Elizabeth's sex life, had become a true master at pleasuring a 
she-male with a strap-on.  She took me in hand and did things to me 
that still excite me, but the important part is, she controlled me, 
and let me cum only after she had cum through a half-dozen orgasms.

"Well, I was hooked.  Hooked on sodomy, hooked on pleasuring others, 
hooked on my tits, hooked on everything about my new life.  So I 
decided to stay.  I chose the name Linda, and the rest, as they say, 
is history."

"But I've never seen you with an erection, and you're still 
confronted by beautiful women every day.  Don't they excite you 
anymore?"

"Oh, sure.  But after I joined Mistress's staff full time, she sent 
me to this Tibetan monastery where they taught me the mental 
techniques to control my body.  They taught me some pretty amazing 
things."

"Like what?"

Linda smiled and reached her hand out to touch Sam's breast.  When 
she made contact, Sam felt an electric charge rush through her body. 
Every cell in her body seemed alive and very suddenly sexually 
excited.  Sam moaned and orgasmed.  Then, just as suddenly as it 
started, it was over.  Sam looked down and watched as Linda withdrew 
her hand.  Part of Sam wanted to grab that hand and put it back to 
her breast, but she restrained herself.

Panting heavily, she said, "Gawd, you make me want you even more."

"Tonight?"

"You can arrange it that quickly?"

"Sure, I've just got to remember to take it easy today."

Sam grabbed Linda and kissed her.  "Thank you!"

"Enough."  Linda grabbed her dress and pulled it up.  "I've got to go 
get a new outfit.  A dry one.  Get finished up and get dressed."

After Linda left, Sam got dried, and into a new outfit, and down to 
breakfast and to work in the kitchen.  Everyone commented on how much 
happier she seemed, and that was when Sam informed them of his 
decision to go by the name Samantha.  Everybody congratulated her on 
her decision and complimented her on her choice of names.  Sam worked 
twice as hard that day to make up for the extra work the others had 
to do over the last week.  Others told her not to worry about it, but 
she cheerfully did more than what she had to.

She was even whistling when she returned to her room.  When she 
walked in, Linda, Elizabeth, and Susan were all waiting for her. 
Linda and Susan were naked.  Elizabeth was in just her corset and 
stockings.  Linda said, "I hope you don't mind, I invited some 
friends."

Samantha reached behind her and started to undo her uniform.  "Not at 
all, the more the merrier."  Linda and Elizabeth came over and 
stripped Sam down to her corset and stockings.  Susan put on her 
strap-on.  When she came over, Sam took the strap-on and stroked it 
like a real dick.  "Is that for me?" she coyly asked.

"Sam, I've wanted to stick this in you since I first saw you in the kitchen."

"And you'll get your chance, but first..."  Sam reached down and 
slowly stroked Linda to hardness.  Then she told Linda, "I want this 
to be your night."

"Sounds great, but don't deny yourself on my account."

"I've got an idea so that all of you can get pleasure from me at the 
same time."

"Do tell."

"Okay.  You stand there.  Lady Elizabeth, you straddle her cock, 
pressing your bum against her hips.  Press your legs tightly together 
around her cock to give her some friction."

Elizabeth did as she was instructed, and Susan asked, "What do I get to do?"

"Oh, I think you'll figure that out."  Sam then bent over at the 
waist so that she was leaning over Linda's massive organ, each of her 
tits falling to one side of the head of Linda's dick.  She pressed 
her tits against the purple bulb and said, "Now, Lady Linda, after I 
take Lady Elizabeth's dick into my mouth, I want you to hump between 
her legs and my tits, and Lady Susan..."  Sam wiggled her ass 
seductively.

Susan stepped up and placed the head of the dildo to Sam's ass. 
"Already figured it out, but the visual clue is very nice."

Sam leaned forward and took Elizabeth's dick into her mouth.  Almost 
on cue, Linda started to hump against Elizabeth, pressing the 
kitchen's chief cook into Sam's mouth.  At the same time, Susan 
pushed into Sam's ass, and Sam quickly understood what Linda meant 
when she called Susan a master of the strap-on.  Even before Susan 
used her hands, the way she wiggled the dildo inside Sam touched 
spots that Sam didn't even know were there.  And the way she used her 
hands was pure magic.  Sam felt herself quickly building to orgasm, 
but then it stopped.  Building, that is.  Susan held her at a point 
just before her orgasm as the others got pleasure from her.  Sam felt 
used, like she was nothing more than a living toy, but this excited 
her all the more.  This, unlike her use as a sexual toy by her 
father, was being done so that she could have a chance to give as 
much as she got.  Sam knew that Susan was doing her a favor.  Had she 
come before the others (which would've been inevitable without 
intercession) she'd've felt guilty.  But even knowing didn't keep her 
from whimpering with unfulfilled desire.

Elizabeth was the first to cum, and Sam swallowed it all.  Linda 
shuddered as though she came, but nothing came out of her dick.  Sam 
assumed it was something she knew how to control.  Susan came next, 
and as soon as she did, she touched some spots on Sam and sent her 
into heaven.

The next thing Sam knew, she was lying on the floor lightly being 
slapped by Linda.  "Sam?  Are you okay?"

Sam looked up into Linda with dreamy eyes and said, "That was... incredible!"

Linda smirked.  "She's fine."

Susan said, "I want to try her position next.  But I want Lizzie 
inside my cunt."

Samantha took Linda's hand.  "I guess that gives me the position 
straddling your cock."

Linda kissed her.  "Let's do it."

They quickly exchanged positions, and went through the same procedure 
a second time.  This time, Sam got to cum first, followed by Linda, 
Susan, and finally Elizabeth (even being the recipient of all that 
pleasure, Susan retained enough control to dictate her wife's 
pleasure).

Then Elizabeth took the center with Sam still on Linda and Susan 
dildoing her ass.  Elizabeth, once again, was the last to cum.  The 
only difference was that this time Linda allowed herself to spray all 
over Elizabeth's tits and legs.  Linda then collapsed to the floor.

"Lady Linda!" Sam screamed, as she went to the floor beside her. 
"Are you okay?"

"Yeah.  Cumming always does this to me.  I'm going to need some help 
back to my room."

"Why?  Just stay here.  I'll take care of you tonight."

"No, I don't want to impose.  Elizabeth and Susie can help me to my room."

Sam stood up and stamped her foot.  "No!  Damn it!  You stay here 
tonight, and let me take care of you or so help me, I'll... I'll..."

Linda had an amused look on her face.  "You'll what?"

"I'll...  I'll take off my corset and walk the halls until someone 
comes out and punishes me for leaving my room without clothes on."

Linda smiled.  "You know, Samantha, you throw the funniest tantrums."

Sam stamped her foot again.  "I'm serious!"

"I believe you.  So help me into your bed already."

Sam bent down and helped Linda up into her bed.  She turned around 
and Susan was licking Linda's cum from Elizabeth.  "Well those two 
seem thoroughly preoccupied.  Now what can I do for you?"

"Go back to my room.  There'll be a pitcher of specially prepared 
Orange Juice there.  I need it."

"Okay, better get my uniform back on."

"Actually, there's a new outfit for you in the closet."

"A new outfit...?"  Sam went to the closet.  "Why put it in there 
now?"  Then she saw it.  "A baby doll nightie, in blue, my favorite 
color!  And a blue, silk robe!  And slippers!"  Sam had no fear of 
changing into the new outfit; Mistress had told her that as long as 
it was in the closet, she had earned the right to wear it.  Mistress 
had also said that Sam was entitled to sleep without the corset once 
she found a nightie in the closet.

"Do you like them?  I picked them out myself."

"Oh, I love them!  Thank you, thank you, thank you."  Sam hung the 
nightie back up.  "I'll put that on when I get back."  She threw on 
the robe and slid her feet into the slippers.  She kissed Linda, ran 
to Linda's room, got the orange juice, and returned, passing 
Elizabeth and Susan on the way back.

Linda took the pitcher, and in a quite unladylike fashion, downed 
half of it without a glass.  "Much better.  Now, wench, what are you 
waiting for?  Into your nightie and join me."

Sam cheerfully said, "Yes, milady!" and changed out of the corset and 
into the nightie.  Then she got into bed with Linda, cuddled up and 
fell asleep.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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