Another installment of my ongoing story.  Hope you enjoy!

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The Weekend (Cont) 

Burdened with two pillows, a large comforter and a pair of sheets, John made his way to the living room and the sofa. It was large enough for him to stretch full out, but at 5 foot 6, it wasn't all that hard to find a place he could stretch out. He put the bed clothes on the couch and rang his wy to the common bathroom.

John pulled the top of his outfit off. He was surprised to find it hard to get off. It seems it tended to stick to the body once it got sweaty. And, he was a lot more sweaty than he realized. The shorts themselves were a bit easier considering he'd had them pulled down just a few minutes ago.

Naked, John started the bath water. He checked to make sure it was nice and hot, but not too hot and sat on the stool to wait for it to fill. It was almost half full when he realized he'd forgotten the bubble bath. Quickly he reached into the small closet and pulled out a large bottle of blue liquid. IT said to pu three cap full in the water. John doubled it. Soon, the tub was full of suds and water.

Before getting into the tub, John carefully removed the dildo stuck in his ass. IT came out with a small suction sound. Almoas as if his ass didn't want to give it up. And truthfully, John felt he was missing something with it out. Like he was empty. He noticed there was some shit on the plastic cock and started the water in the sink, cleaning it thoroughly. He'd sanitize it with alcohol and peroxide when he got done with his bath.

As he settled into the hot tub, John began thinking over all that had occurred this night. He was totally surprised with just how easily he'd slipped into the cuckold bi-sub-sissy roll. It had almost felt natural. That worried him. Was he like that all along and simply didn't know it? He thought back on his life, but saw nothing to indicate he was what he played to be this evening.

And Dianne! She'd turned into a true Dom bitch. It seemed she had absolutely no problem having him do totally discusting things. Was she play acting, or was that her true self. And, if what he saw tonight was the true Dianne, did he want to stay with her.

Lastly Bill! How could John possibly look him in the eye Monday at work. Or for that matter any time at work after everything that had happened tonight. John was shocked Bill would demand a blow job from him. But, he was even more shocked that he actually gave Bill the blow job. Well, it wasn't exactly a blow job. No, it was a true face fuck. But, John obviously enjoyed it. At least his body said it did.

And that was another thing. His own body. It had reacted positively to things John had never even dreamed of, much less done. Was it trying to tell him that was his true self. Or was it getting all the sexual frustration out from being locked up for over 6 months.

John didn't really solve any of the questions he had except for one. It didn't matter what Dianne was like, he would stay with her. And, even if he ended up hateing it, he would do whatever she felt he should do - cock sucking and all.

Finally relaxed, John briskly washed himself down. By the time he crawled out of the tub, his skin was a nice red. And, it smelled of lilacs.

As he sanitized the dildo, John decided it might be best if he gave himself an enima. Not that he particularly liked it, but it would make things much easier at night when he removed this monster. He decided he'd get up at 5:30 instead of 6 to get this done before his first full day as a sissy-boy began.

When John's cell phone rang at 5:30 he almost put it in snooze. But, quickly he realized he had a very busy morning ahead. He slowly raised himself, somewhat stiff from not being able to move much on the restrictive sofa.

Still nude, John padded his way to the foyer to get whatever Dianne had left for him to wear. When he first saw it, he thought there must be some sort of mistake. On the table was a pair of lacy pink panties and a pink padded bra. Hanging up on the coat rack was a short, thin white dress. And, below the table was a pair of pink high heels, at least an inch higher than the ones he'd worn last night. Surely Dianne didn't expect him to wear all this.

As he'd come to expect, there was a note under the underclothes. He moved the bra and panties and began reading:

Sissy-Boy,

I do hope you slept well. Because, you're going to need all the energy you have to make it through today.

I'm sure you noticed the underwear, dress and heels I put out for you to wear. The heels are the same size as what you wore last night, but 4 inches instead of 3. The clothes are slightly larger, so they should fit a bit better.

Hanging up beside the dress you'll find a bag. It's full of the make-up you'll need to make yourself up properly. Inside you'll find:

Your razor and shave cream - to shave your face VERY close. Absolutely NO stubble.
A bottle of base make-up - you put that on first, all over your face and neck.
A compact of tan powder - you put this on over the base.
A compact of rudge - this goes on your cheeks to give them color.
A black eye liner pencil- obviously, you line your eyes with it.
A tube of mascara - use it to lengthen and seperate your eye lashes.
A compact of dark and light pink eye shadow - put the dark on your eye lid, the light between your eye lids and your eye lashes.
A brown pencil to shape your eye brows - make them look as feminine as possible. Not all bushy.
A tube of bright red lipstick - I don't think I have to tell you what that's for.
A bottle of bright red nail polish - Keep it off the cuticles around your nails.
A bottle of nail polish remover - For when you Fuck up!

Make SURE you shave very closely before putting on your make-up. I don't want to see any stubble! And since this is the first time you will be putting on make-up, you'll not be expected in the bedroom until 8. That should give you plenty of time to get everything right.

Don't forget the dildo and bells!

Yor Mistress,
Dianne

Noticing the bag for the first time, John looked inside. Everything she'd mentioned was there along with some cotton balls, small sponges, some very small brushes of various shapes, a lot of tissues, and a tube of personal lub. John supposed Dianne figured she didn't need to tell him what the last item was for! A small note inside said 'Do NOT use wash cloths to correct mistakes!' John already knew better. Somehow he'd have to pay for doing just that last night.

Adding the enima John had decided to give himself this morning, he saw it was indeed going to be very busy!

John read the instructions on how to mix the enema solution and kept in inside the prescribed amount of time. But, he wasn't ready for the smell that filled the small common bathroom when he let out the solution and everything it took with it. There was an exhaust fan, but he'd not thought to turn it on. He corrected this oversight immediately. At least he was sure his innards were clean considering everything that seemed to ome out with the liquid.

John started with what he knew best - shaving. He put a wash cloth in some hot water, as hot as he could stand. Next, he put it to his face. It was so hot, he almost pulled it back off. But, to get the close shave Dianne wanted, he had to soften his beard. Not that he had all that tough a beard. It was sparse and relatively soft. Still, John didn't want to take any chances.

Heating his razor under hot water while he applied the shave cream, John removed what beard had grown since yesterday. He checked his work by rubbing his hand over his face and reshaved areas that he felt stubble. He found under his nose particularly tough to get, but finally accomplished the task.

Now John set about doing the hard part, putting on make-up. He'd watched Dianne do it innumerable times, but really hadn't paid all that much attention. By his logic the first thing to put on was the nail polish. It seemed the easiest and, john figured, the quickest. But, as he started putting on the cool bright red liquid, he realised he'd probably made a serious mistake. First of all, it wasn't near as easy as he supposed. He kept getting the polish on his skin next to the nails. And secondly, the polish didn't dry near as fast as he thought.

Grabbing some tissues, John removed the polish he'd already applied. He looked over all the bottles, tubes, pencils, and what have you trying to decide where to start. Finally he took up the bottle of base coat, and thought he remembered Dianne using a small sponge to apply it. He found the sponge worked perfectly.

Next came the powder. That looked easy because the compact had a cloth applicator inside. He rubbed some powder on the applicator and rubbed it on his cheek. To John's surprise not only did the powder NOT go on, the base coat rubbed of on the applicator as well. 'Damn,' John whispered to himself.

Grabbing some of the tissues, John removed the base coat around where he tried to apply the powder and reapplied the base. He looked at the powder and applicator trying to figure out just how to get it on. Then it came to him - pat, don't rub! And to his joy, it actually worked.

But, when he thought he'd finished, the powder looked heavier in some areas. Getting the hang of it, and beginning to remember what he'd seen Dianne do, John grabbed the larger brush and lightly ran it over his face. And, as he'd hoped, the powder coat now looked nie and even.

The blush was much harder. The first three times he put it on it looked like a bright red spot on his face. He'd remove it and reapply the base and powder. 'At least I'm getting adept at putting on the base and powder,' John thought. Finally it came to him - Another brush. John applied the blush and gently spread it with a second brush. 'Perfection,' he thought.

Eye liner next. John thought of how Dianne looked when she was made up for a night out. He remembered the eye liner went close to both the upper and lower lash line. John soon found actually applying it was a real challenge. It just wasn't natural to place something as sharp as the eye liner pencil that close to your eye. The first few times John tried his eyes began blinking and he got the liner all over his eye lid. He removed the lines with a moistened tissue.

Eye liner in place, John began with the pink eye shadow. He was sure Dianne picked pink to reinforce his sissiness. And, of course, it was working.

The eye shadow wasn't as bad as John imagined. In a few strokes he had his eye lids covered and the light pink between his lids and eye brows. The brows were a bit bushy. 'Gotta do something about that,' John thought t o himself.

John stopped with a start! My god, he was thinking like a woman, or at least a sissy. He'd actually thought about plucking his eye brows! It hadn't even been 24 hours and already sissy thoughts were invading his mind. Was it possible he could be changed so easily? Was he that much of a whimp?

Glancing at his cell, John saw it was already just after 7. Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he applied the eye brow enhancer. He quickly realized he could not put the brown over all his brow, or they ended up looking way to bushy. Finally he had what he felt was a decent brow line.

That left the lipstick and polish. John very carefully applied the bright red to his lips. The practice last night helped, and he had little problem getting the lipstick on properly. He carefully allpied the thick red liquid to his nails. This time he did a much better job and only had to remove couple of spots where the polish got on his skin. He waved his hands in the air as he'd seen Dianne do so many times. He supposed it helped the polish dry more quickly.

After about 10 minutes John was convinced the nail polish was dry enough for him to continue. He picked up the cock shaped dildo and liberally applied the lotion to it. And, after adding some lotion to his ass hole, slowly inserted the impressive - to John at least - toy. It entered much easier than last night, a relief to John. And, when he put it on low vibrate, brought back fond memories of his little peter shooting all over his tight shorts. He attached the bells to the cord tied to the plastic balls.

As he pulled the pink panties up his legs, he found them to be much silkier than the shorts from last night- and his little dickette liked it! John positioned the controller on the front of the waist band of the panties, and looking in the mirror, made sure the bells came out in the cemter of his back.

Looking at the bra, John decided it was best to put it on backwards, so he could fasten the catches. Once fastened,he pulled it around and pulled his nonextent tits into the cups. The dress slipped on over the head. After a bit of adjustment, he was happy with how the dress looked.

Slipping into the heels, John headed to the kitchen. It was 7:25 and he still had a lot to do before 8! He started the coffee. John poured two small glasses of orange juice and got out the tray to carry it all to the bedroom for Dianne and Bill.

When the coffee was finished, taking way too long for John's liking, he put 4 pieces of bread in the toaster. When they popped up, he put a small dab of butter on each and put them on the small plates. After positioning everything to his liking, John rang his way to the master bedroom. The clock read 7:52! He'd made it!!

It was obvious Dianne and Bill had been awakened by John's chiming. Both were stretching and yawning.

"Good morning Mistress, Sir," John said in his sissy voice. "I hope you slept well."

"Like a log," Both said, laughing together.

"I've brought you some toast, coffee and juice. If you'd like a bigger breakfast later, I'd be more than happy to prepare it for you." John hoped they'd not ask for anything fancy. Scrambled egges was about his limit in preparing breakfast.

"Thank you, Sissy-Boy," Dianne said sweetly. Come closer so I can see how well you applied your make-up this morning."

Dianne took the tray and carefully placed it between her and Bill. She closely examined John's hand-work on is face. Moving it back and forth as she did. Then she examined his finger nails.

"We're going to have to do something about your brows. They're way too bushy." John's heart soared! He'd thought that very thought!

"Oh my," Dianne said in surprise. "We really have to do something about all that hair under your arms!"

Looking at John's chest and legs, Dianne commented, "Well, at least you don't have a lot of hair on the rest of your body. Still, you need to start shaving your chest, stomach and legs. We'll work on the pubic area in a slightly different manner.

"As for your make-up, well, truthfully, it looks like something an 11 or 12 year old girl would do playing dress up. But, since you've had no training in putting on make-up, I'll let it go. But, we're going to have some intensive training on that very thing this coming week, Trust me!"

'Next week? This wasn't over Sunday,' John worried?

"Sissy-Boy I need your help with something," Bill announced. "I've got a terrible need to piss. But, it being early in the morning my aim isn't what it should be. I need for you to hold my cock while I piss. That way there won't be a mess for you to clean up around the stool."

John couldn't believe Bill's request! Hold his cock while he pissed? What sort of man would do that? But, he quickly realized he wasn't a man, at least not right now. No, he was a sissy-boy. And, sissy-boys did what they were told. Plus, Dianne hadn't said anything meaning she didn't disapprove. Again, John felt he was in a situation where he had no rel choice.

"As you wish, Sir," John meekly answered.

Bill threw back the bed covers and padded his way to the bathroom. The lgimpse John got of the other man's - no, the only man here - member told him what he feared. Bill's cock was bigger soft than John's had ever been hard! No wonder Dianne had such a good time last night.

Bill positioned himself over the stool, neither lifting the cover, or ring. Meekly, John raised them and tentatively took hold of Bill's large penis.

"You'd better hold it better than that," Bill commented. "Or, it's going to get away from you, and you're still going to have a mess to clean up. In fact, I want you on your knees, so you can see up close how a real man pisses.

On his knees, John grasp Bill's cock, making sure it was aimed at the middle of the water in the stool. And, Bill started pissing. As He had warned, John felt Bill's cock begin to raise as the man shot out a high pressure flow of piss. John had to move Bill's cock to make sure the yellow liquid didn't hit the edges of the stool. Finally, the flow stopped.

"Now we have another problem," Bill smiled. "Even if you shake my cock, there'll still be a couple of drops of piss that'll end up on the floor, the carpet, or on the sheets. I don't think eigher of us wants that."

"Oh, no Sir," John replied. "I certainly wouldn't. And, I know you don't either." John was only a little concerned about where this Bill was going with this. Afterall, what could he possibly want John to do short of wiping the head of his penis with toilet paper?

"I'm glad we agree," Bill continued. "Now, getting those last pesky drops with toilet paper just doesn't set well with me. Females and sissy-boys do that. And, I'm neither."

John had to admit he'd used toilet paper to get his last drops when he was in the cock cage, as he still was.

"That means I need a sissy-boy to solve this problem. You see sissy-boys like to have a cock in their mouth every now and again. And, I think this is a perfect time for you to show me just how much you enjoy having mine in your mouth."

John couldn't believe Bill was actually asking, no demanding, he suck the last few drops of piss from his cock! That was just, well, nasty and demeaning. But, he'd been in more demeaning situations last night than he would have ever thought. Hopefully, he waited to hear Dianne stop this madness. Nothing!

Reluctantly, John put the head of Bill's flacid cock in his mouth and began gently sucking. He was rewarded with a sharp acidy taste. Just as he was about to pull back, Bill put his hands on the back of John's head and pulled John's face into his crotch. John had been in the same positon last night, but he was sure today the outcome would be totally different.

John felt Bill's muscles tense slightly and his mouth was filled with the acidy golden liquid. He had no choice but to swallow, or drown in Bill's piss. And, that would be very embarrassing, even in death! Luckily, Bill only had a little bit of piss left in his bladder, though to John it was gallons. Finally the flow ended. But, Bill kept John's face pressed against his groin.

"That was so you got a real taste of my piss and to make sure you realize your place," Bill commented. "I'll not be doing that often. Now, as I said before, you need to suck out the last few drops. Oh, and thank me for allowing you to serve me so well, of course."

To John's total surprise, he didn't really feel like he would puke. Besides the acidy taste, no other side effects seemed to be present. He pulled his head back slightly and gently sucked the last few drops of Bill's golden liquid from Bill's cock. John released the other man's cock and gave the head a small kiss.

"Thank you so much, Sir, for allowing me to sreve you so," John meekly replied. "It would be my honor to do so in the future, as you wish, of course."

John was horrified that his body had involuntarily reacted as it had. To kiss the prick that had just pissed in his mouth was the ultimate in tratorous acts! And, what was that about doing this again in the future? Had his voice turned against him as well?

Bill went bak into the bedroom with John meekly following. Dianne was munching on one of the pieces of toast.

"You forgot napkins, Sissy-Boy," Dianne commented.

Eleven, or was it 12? John had lost track. And, he was afraid loosing track would end up being another infraction. God, would it never end?

"Let me explain about what just happened," Dianne continued. "One of your duties for the rest of the weekend will be to serve us in the bathroom when we're, er, relieving ourselves. You will be expected to pull Bill's cock out of his trousers, hold it while he pisses and, of coures, suck the last few drops out. And, well, I like that little thank you afterwards. It's a nice touch. We'll keep it!

"You'll do the same for me. You'll pull my panties down and help me set. Then you'll watch as I piss. Once I'm done you'll lick the piss off my pussy lips and inside. Not wanting to be wet, I'll expect you to pat me dry with only a couple of sheets of toilet paper. Then the thank you, of course."

"Don't forget the kiss," Bill interjected. "Sissy-boy kissed the head of my cock before thanking me!"

"Yes, that's even better," Dianne concurred. "Oh yeah, of course you'll redress us.

"As for us taking shits. Well, we don't want our Sissy-Boy getting sick, so we don't expect you to lick us clean. But, you will get us ready to take a shit, watch us shit, and clean our asses and ass holes with toilet paper.

"And, I think you should kiss our ass holes when you're finished. That way we'll be sure you did a good job. Of course, the thank you at the end. And, do not use an excess of toilet paper. I don't want the stool getting clogged. And, I suspect you don't either."

How humiliating can they make this weekend? Now John was expected to be their toilet maid! But, what choice did he have. He could walk out, loosing Dianne and probably his job. Well, that wasn't an option for John.