The French Twins

The French Twins (Les Gemeaux Francais)

by Thomas Legier

I was born in Toulouse eighteen years ago in a small apartment overlooking the Garonne river in the south of France. This is about all I knew of my birth because my mother gave me up for adoption to a young couple who was childless and I never saw or met my birth mother again. I grew up as an only boy in a very middle class French family, even attending Lycee in Paris. I only learned of my adoption when I was twelve from my adoptive mother and I often wondered what my birth mother would think of me, and I her, after so many years.

One day a letter came from Los Angeles in America for my mother. It was from a woman named Monique Tourneau who explained that she was the mother of my birth mother, my grande-mere I had never met. She also explained that my mother had died in an auto accident where she was living in Montreal. I was filled with sadness knowing that I was never to see my birth mother alive but I decided I would like to visit my grande-mere, Monique, in Los Angeles to see what I could learn about my mother.

I sent Monique a letter and a recent picture of me at the sea, and asked to visit her to talk about my mother. She was very happy to get a letter from me and sent me a picture of herself as well. Monique was a 42 years old with blond hair and a beautiful face, especially her blue eyes which were like mine. She was wearing a black dress which showed quite a bit of cleavage and I remember thinking she looked pretty sexy for a grande-mere. She wanted me to come visit her and stay at her apartment so I borrowed some money from my folks, got my passport, and left Orly for LAX on a Saturday.

Once in LA I took a cab to her apartment. It was in West Los Angeles near Melrose where there are many clothing shops. When I arrived at the address she sent me I thought it might be a mistake because it was the address of a corsetiere, or lingerie shop as they say in America. Then I noticed there was a stairway beside the shop that led up to some apartments above the shop. I rang the bell and held my breath.

"Mon dieur, Thomas.", Monique said smiling with suddenly tearful eyes. "I never believed I'd see you and now, here you are. Hurry, come in. We have so much to discuss."

We hugged for a bit and she kissed me several times until I felt a twinge of embarrassment at her affection. She was my grande-mere but she was also a very stunning and attractive woman that I'd never known before in my life. She had voluptuous breasts that squeezed against me as she held me. I hoped she wouldn't notice that I had developed an unexpected erection.

We had coffee and shared a small gateau as she told me about my mother. Her name was Julie and she was only sixteen when I was born. My father was another boy in the town who refused to marry her so she gave me up. Later she moved to Montreal and worked as a dancer in a club. I sensed from Monique's tone that it was more seamy than she was letting on but I didn't press her on it.

She showed me a few faded photos of my mother. She was more beautiful than I could have imagined which made her death all the more tragic to me. After several hours we began to discuss Monique and her life in America.

"I came here as a seamstress and now I own the corsetiere shop.", Monique revealed with some pride. "I design lingerie for my clients, some of whom are in films and television and need some 'special' help with different areas. I am very good and...very discreet n'est pas. There is a shop in back where the lingerie is cut and sewn by my 'helpers'. They come to America from Mexico and I help them with work. They are good workers and work very cheap."

"Perhaps I could help out in your shop while I'm here. It might help me earn my keep.", I offered.

"Ah, that it could be.", Monique replied with a grin. "The girl that usually helps me had a family emergency and will not be back for several weeks. I'm actually trying to hire a girl to help me during the day with the fittings and retail customers. But I'm afraid a man, especially a young handsome man like you Thomas, would make my woman clients...self-conscious. They often must undress completely to be fitted with the very sexy and revealing things I design. And they may spend hours before the shop mirrors in just their lingerie trying to decide what to buy. Its really just 'pour les dames' and yet... peut-etre..."

Monique looked at me with a very queer smile. Her eyes followed down my body to my legs and back up.

"Let me see your hands, Thomas. Hold them out for me.", Monique asked.

She took each of my hands in hers.

"Mmmmm. You have small bones like Julie. And your nails are well kept. Now, take down your pants.", she insisted suddenly.

"Pardon?", I responded in a higher voice than even my usual tone.

"Thomas. I've seen a man before. I just want to see your legs for a moment, s'il vous plait?"

I was a bit hesitant since I had not worn underwear for some time. Yet I sensed that my nakedness before her was most commonplace. And I had never been shy before women before, even older women whom I'd bedded in Paris as a much younger boy. I unbuckled my jeans and dropped them to the floor, then stepped out of them. All I had on was a white polo shirt. My vigorous erection had reasserted itself and did not go unnoticed as Monique inspected me from her seat across the room.

"Perhaps you have something against underpants, mon cheri?", she chided me. "This is not good for my business. Turn. I want to see your derriere as well."

I modeled before her acutely aware that I was beginning to desire her and sensing that she was wanting me, as a woman wants a man to be a lover.

"You have very smooth legs, not unlike a woman as well. Your knees still look a bit boney but with the proper hose...Still you have a very small stature, your shoulders are not terribly broad, and you have very little body hair."

"What are you thinking, Monique? Do you think I could pass for a woman and work in the shop? Even if I looked like a woman, there are many small details that might give me away. Walking, for instance."

"C'est vrai. But I have seen men become women in both appearance and mind... with the right help. As you become a woman in dress...you will begin to feel and move like a woman. With a few pointers...and some of my custom lingerie, I think you might be a very pretty girl...not unlike your mother, Julie. Shall we see what Monique can do?"

I had seen the 'drag queens' at the various shows in Paris and I knew how beautiful a man could become, to the point that it was almost impossible to tell he was a man. I had never been attracted to any 'gay' experience yet the notion of making up and dressing in the sensuous clothes of a woman excited me...unexpectedly. Perhaps it would be fun as well.

"Where do we start, Monique?", I said removing my polo shirt and standing nude before her.

****** She moved next to me...close and warm. I expected her to kiss me but instead she reached down and wrapped her soft hand around my cock, leading me to the back of her apartment as if I were on a leash.

"Mon petit Thomas, you will never pass for a woman with this angry young cock poking out from under your skirt. I think we first my satisfy the man in you before we can bring out...the woman."

When we had reached her bedroom she stopped and reached down, lifting her knit dress up over her waist. She had on white thong panties and black thigh top stockings underneath. The stockings had lacy tops that contrasted with her smooth white thighs above. She lifted the dress all the way over her head and shook her long blond hair as it came off. Reaching in back, she released her white lace bra and freed her very large breasts. Her nipples were large and erect, circled by very wide aureoles that were dusty pink.

I bent and took her breast in my mouth, teasing the nipple till she moaned in a deep, hoarse voice. I moved down over her belly, licking and kissing her smooth warm skin. Her pussy hair was very neatly trimmed which I thought was odd for an older woman but it showed her care for herself. Her belly was only a bit paunched, just enough to make a soft fleshy fold for me to lick above her pubic hair.

As I opened her pussy with my fingers I noticed how fresh and wet she was. Her labia were thin and light pink, more like a young girls than a woman. I drew my tongue over her protruding clit and felt her thighs quiver against my cheeks.

"Your tongue feels so sweet. Put it inside me, Thomas. Eat my pussy." Monique gasped between her moans.

We moved to the bed where Monique demonstrated her appetite for sucking a man's cock. She took me into her mouth in long, deep strokes until I could feel the back of her throat with my tip. Her mouth was wet and her fingers stroked me faster and faster as if she wanted me to come in her mouth right then. Before I could erupt though, I stopped her and rolled her onto her back.

My beautiful grande-mere drew up her black stockinged thighs and opened her pink pussy for me. I slid into her carnal embrace feeling her thighs clasp my sides as my chest pressed into her warm, velvety breasts. We looked into each other's sparkling blue eyes as my cock began its lazy ascent up into her very wet vagina. With my balls were slapping against her, she closed her eyes and let out a long, passionate sigh.

We kissed and tongued one another, thrusting and rocking together in the most intimate of human experiences. I felt her arch up and shudder from her orgasm, holding her breath until the spasms of pleasure subsided then exploding in a gasp of utter joy and release.

"AHHHHHHHH, Mon Dieur, c'est incroyable. You fuck me so good, Thomas."

Inside her wetness flowed down over my cock like stream that trickled down the crack of her ass. I could no longer resist my own climax and with a few last violent strokes, I pulled out and spewed my hot semen out onto her pink pussy lips.

I would take more than just one orgasm to quell my young lust. We fucked with Monique on top and she came again at least twice more. I fucked her from the rear 'comme les chiennes' and shot my next load of semen onto her back. After a brief rest she sucked me off until I came in her mouth, at last feeling relieved and drained enough to lose my erection.

As I held her against me she spoke.

"You make love with fire, my Thomas. Like a fiery man. Now you must learn to look...and feel as a beautiful woman feels. Come, we must start the process now if you are to be ready to help me in the shop by Monday."

****** Monique led me from the bedroom to a door in the middle of her apartment that opened onto a staircase. I followed her down the stairs to the shop on the first level. She wore only her black stockings and high heels while I was still nude. We could stand only for a moment in the front of the shop which was visible from the street through the store window.

Further back were several stalls for changing each with a large full length mirror. There were also several leather chairs, a sofa against the wall, and a small coffee table perhaps for those waiting during the fittings. As we went through another door we came upon the sewing area. It was perhaps 10 by 15 meters and cluttered with sewing machines, rolls of fabric, and various tools used for making the custom lingerie including a number of mannequins. I counted four sewing machines all together making me suspect Monique was doing very well in her business.

As we walked to the very back of the shop I noticed a large exterior door painted bright red with small black lettering in the middle. The door appeared to lead to the building next door and was strangely out of place. The lettering was in French:

L'ECOLE DU DOULEUR

"Thomas", Monique called, "Stand over here by the table while I measure you."

I joined her beside a large wooden table covered with bolts of lace. She carefully measured my hips, chest, and waist, then shook her head.

"Giving you a woman's figure will take some doing. We must do as much as possible with the natural body before we resort to artificial padding. First, I must narrow your waist. That will bring out your hips and bust by itself."

She brought a white corset from the front of the shop. It had four garters attached and included a brassiere. I held it around my waist and she used a large metal hook to close it around me. I inhaled to bring in my abdomen and with much effort she fastened it. My waist was narrowed by almost four inches giving me a curving figure but nearly causing me to faint.

"Now, we must hide your manhood but in a way that will be wearable all day. Spandex panties would perhaps work but they would have to be too tight and warm. If you are going to wear a dress you should at least be cool and comfortable like a woman, n'est pas? No, let me have the corset and I will fix something more comfortable for you."

Monique cut a triangle of a very loose elastic mesh fabric and quickly attached an edge to the front of the corset. Then she sewed an elastic garter strap from the corner of the web to the back of the corset slipping it through an adjusting tab before affixing it. I put on the corset again and passed the strap between my legs. The web mesh pulled my penis and balls between my legs as Monique pulled the elastic strap taught in the back. My abdomen now protruded with the triangle of my pubic hair looking remarkably like a woman's. It would allow me to become erect without tenting out the front of my skirt or dress and without crushing my balls as well. The mesh allowed any breeze to pass through, keeping everything free and cool.

To fill my brassiere Monique used plastic inserts that felt incredibly realistic and even grew warm against my skin as they were held in place. I cupped my new breasts which felt so real and soft that I began to get aroused but the elastic webbing held me securely.

She measured my foot and brought out several pairs of stockings which I could try on with the rest of my clothes upstairs.

We returned to her apartment where she continued my transformation into a lovely woman. I removed the corset and caught my breath while Monique drew a hot bath for me. After soaking for a bit she carefully shaved the light hair on my legs, arms, and underarms, then had me shave my face twice very closely to remove any trace of stubble. I normally only shaved every other day or so, having a very light blond beard which grows slowly.

After toweling off she massaged me all over with a lightly scented oil that would smooth and soften my skin...and give me the floral fragrance of a woman. Then we walked back to the bedroom and sat before her large dresser mirror where she would begin to apply my makeup.

Monique was very skilled and applied only enough foundation and blusher to mask my rougher male skin but not too much that would look artificial. She carefully made up my eyes and lashes, then applied lip liner and lipstick to complete my face.

Before fitting me with a wig from her own collection she tied a nylon band around my forehead and pulled back my own hairline, lifting my forehead and eyebrows. My eyes were pulled up as well giving me an even more youthful and feminine expression. At last she place a brunette shoulder length wig on my head. The natural hair was cut straight with short bangs that fell just above my eyebrows.

I looked in the mirror but I did not recognize myself. Instead I was looking at an exquisitely beautiful young brunette woman, a woman I would have been most attracted to had I met her on the street. I was aroused at the sight of my own loveliness.

"May I call you...Terese? Yes, Terese it is.", Monique said as she looked back smiling at me from the mirror. "Tres joli, Terese."

"What will I do for clothes, Monique? I doubt your things would fit me properly. You have such a woman's figure and mine is...well a bit straighter. And shoes. I'll need to get shoes.", I said in a sudden panic.

"There was a girl who worked for me this summer who went back to school and left some things here. She was petite in the chest and about your height. Let me find her valise.", Monique said as she rummaged through her closet. "Ah, here it is. And she left some shoes here as well. Try them on first."

She handed me a pair of black patent leather high heels. I slipped them on my smallish foot and...voila, they fit as if they were my own. I stood somewhat unsteadily at first, walking about carefully until I felt I had my balance. The heels had the remarkable effect of forcing out by buttocks and exaggerating my calves which added to my feminine illusion.

Monique took a blue and white polka dot dress from the valise and held it against my nude form checking for length. It was perfect.

"Now", she said getting excited, "I want to see it all. I want to see Terese all dressed and ready for her new job in the lingerie shop."

She helped me back into the restrictive corset and attached the strap that pulled up the crack of my ass, holding my maleness between my thighs. I took off the shoes and sat on the bed, slipping on the sheer nylon stockings that Monique handed to me. The stretchy material clung to my bare legs like a second skin and felt smooth and utterly feminine. I had enjoyed feeling the stockings on a woman's legs many times, under her skirt, or against my back as we made love, but wearing them on my own legs was somehow more erotic.

Then I stood and dropped the lightweight dress over my head being careful not to muss my brunette tresses. As the silky material draped over me I shivered in pleasure. It clung to my new curves and swished about my legs as I walked briskly in the spindly high heels. I felt both dressed and yet nearly nude at the same time as the air wafted under the pleated full skirt revealing my thighs and a bit of my garters.

"Magnifique, Terese.", Monique beamed. "But we must now see if you can fool the rest of the world as well as your dear grande-mere. Let's go out for a bit so you can practice walking and we can get your nails done. Your hands will give you away unless we do something about your nails."

Before leaving Monique found a purse for me to carry and a pair of Italian sun glasses. As we walked out onto Melrose a soft breeze blew past and lifted my skirt just a bit. Nervously I grabbed at it to keep it in place but Monique reprimanded me.

"All women are a bit of the exhibitionist, Terese. Don't be so modest, especially since you look so lovely. Unless you dress is blowing above your waist you should just let it tease your...admirers."

As we walked together arm in arm I could see the glances I was getting from several young men we passed. I had been on the other side many times trying to catch the eye of an attractive woman and I knew how to react...with bored indifference. It felt utterly powerful to ignore their looks and comments with a haughty flip of my brown hair.

We had dinner at a small cafe and then stopped at a nail salon where I had my fingernails done in the French style. I had mastered walking in the high heels quickly but my feet were becoming sore from my inexperience. It was just getting dark as we sat together on a bench in a small, nearly deserted park several blocks from Monique's apartment.

With her instructions I practiced sitting and crossing my legs to look more lady like. It took conscious effort to keep my knees together at first but I soon fell into the habit. Monique moved next to me on the bench and began caressing my thigh under my skirt.

"I hope you have not become too much of a woman and lost the urge to be... a man again."

Her hand pushed up my light skirt and forced my legs apart, then pulled the web mesh over my erection to one side freeing me at long last. She brought her tender mouth down over my stiff shaft and began sucking me as we sat on the public bench. I held her soft blond hair as her wet mouth glided rapidly up and down over my now slippery penis. I cupped my new breasts as if they were my own flesh experiencing both male and female pleasure simultaneously.

"Oh Monique. I'm going to come right now...Oh yes...yes...AHHHHHHHHHH."

I ejaculated into her hungry mouth, my stockings pressing into her face as I arched up against her. After smoothing my skirt we got up holding hands in the European manner and walked back to her apartment.

I had so enjoyed my transformation that I was reluctant to undress, afraid to lose the feelings the clothes gave me. Then Monique produced a short nylon nightie from the valise and suggested I could sleep in that if I liked. It was very soft and silky and I wore it without the panties, falling asleep in the large double bed beside mon grande-mere.

****** Morning soon came and we bathed together in the large tub before Monique began dressing me and herself. Eventually I would learn to put on my makeup but it would be some time before she could trust me to create the correct effect. We went down to open the shop together about 11:00 in the morning.

At first Monique showed me how to work the cash register and had me do some restocking of shelves before any customers came in. The retail shop was filled with the most erotic panties and bras, camisoles and garter belts, and corsets and foundation items I had ever seen. It smelled of lilac and potpourri and I soon learned where everything was supposed to go.

Monique also showed me two appointment books. One was labeled 'Fittings'. The other was marked 'Etudes'.

"Monique", I asked looking at the second book. "Do you also teach French? I saw the door in the back with the sign that said 'School of Pain'. I thought perhaps it was a students joke. Is that what the 'lessons' book is for?"

"The 'etudes' are for some of my special clients. If you get a call from a woman wishing to schedule a lesson you will mark the time in this book. Perhaps if we are not too busy I will let you sit in when I give a lesson.", she said with a strange expression.

As we spoke the front door opened and four Mexican women filed into the shop. They were the seamstresses that would be working in the back tailoring the custom orders for lingerie. Monique introduced me to each.

One was named Marissa and she was much younger than the others, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, and was obviously quite pregnant in her seventh or eight month. She was also very pretty with dark eyes and long black hair that hung down her back. She was wearing a simple blue print maternity dress with a short skirt that revealed her lovely bare legs beneath.

I looked into her eyes and she smiled sweetly, then looked away embarrassed as she glided past me to the sewing room in the back of the shop. With her large belly and short loose dress she was very sexy to me and I vowed I would try to seduce her either as a Terese or Thomas, whichever she might prefer.

Whatever concern Monique might have had about my passing as a woman was soon forgotten as the day went on. Several women came in in the morning for 'fittings'. Monique had asked me to help with taking measurements so I escorted a young woman back to the dressing area in the middle of the shop.

She was an attractive married woman named Katheryn in her thirties and dressed nicely as if she were wealthy. I stood transfixed, trying not to reveal my interest as the woman began to casually undress before me. She removed her dress, her bra, and finally her pantyhose and panties and stood in the center of the carpeted dressing room totally nude as if she were in her own bedroom.

I could feel my erection straining at the web mesh as I carefully measured her breasts, then her waist, and finally her hips with my tape measure. My hands glided over her bare buttocks and brushed her pubic curls but she was unaware of my arousal. I could smell the mixture of her perfume and her woman scent as I leaned near her pussy to read the tape measure. I was squatting beside her with my skirt pulled up over my stockings but she could not see my pulsing cock pressed between my legs begging to be satisfied.

As I wrote down the measurements she sat back on the leather sofa, reading a magazine with one leg up giving me an unobstructed view of her open vagina. If this was working I must have died and gone to Heaven.

She selected several lacy teddies and custom bras which were tailored to her exact measurements by the women in the sewing area while she waited. I attended her while Monique was supervising two older women in their fifties, both as nude as the younger woman I was assisting.

The two women were going about trying on bras totally bottomless and quite without shame or modesty, after all they were only among women...or so they thought. Even Monique was intrigued and excited by our little secret and would occasionally glance at the front of my skirt for signs that my erection had penetrated the thin nylon mesh that restrained it.

By mid-afternoon my lust was overwhelming and I needed relief. I caught Monique as she was bringing something to the back of the shop. The dressing area was empty and only the sounds of the sewing machines humming in the back could be heard.

"Monique, please. I must fuck you or I'll go mad. All these nude women walking about has made me crazy with lust."

She smiled. "Just be quick about it, mon cheri." she winked as she leaned over the back of the leather chair and lifted her skirt in folds to her waist.

She was without panties, wearing only stockings and garters under her skirt. I quickly pulled up my dress and tugged the mesh fabric holding my cock to one side. My penis was fully erect and throbbing in anticipation as I slipped behind her and entered her from the rear. Her pussy was very wet.

"I have been turned on too, yes. If they ladies only knew what they were doing, mon dieur! Ooooo, your cock feels so good inside. Fuck me, Thomas, quickly.", she gasped.

It took only a few moments for me to make Monique come. I reached around her waist and stroked her clit while my penis moved deep inside her, faster and faster.

"Oh yes, I com...I'm coming...YESSSSS...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.", she wailed as her orgasm convulsed her in pleasure.

He wet outpouring made her slicker than before inside and I could not resist my own ejaculation, this time letting everything flow into her without withdrawing. My semen gushed inside, suddenly released after the constant aroused state I'd been in as the only male in a harem of nude females.

We had barely finished when the phone rang and Monique went in to answer it. She wrote down some information in the 'Etudes' book then went upstairs to wash herself on the bidet while I minded the store.

I stepped back into the sewing area and found that it was quite warm in back with the machines running. Two of the women were busily sewing and were quite damp with sweat, their dresses spotted under their arms. My gaze turned to Marissa. She was also perspiring and her dress was wet in the arms and on her chest.

"It is very warm back here, yes?", I said to her with authority. "You should come up to the dressing area and cool off a bit?"

"That is very kind of you, Senorita Terese.", she answered with a smile, getting up and following me to air conditioned area of the store.

"Your dress will dry out more quickly if you take it off and hang it up in the air, Marissa", I suggested. "You can let it dry during lunch, I won't tell anyone."

She seemed a bit shy at first but I insisted and she unbuttoned the front of the maternity dress and let it fall to her feet. Underneath she had on a white bra and cotton panties which were also a bit damp from perspiration. The skin of her protruding brown belly was taught and slick as were her thighs and arms.

"I think your bra and panties should dry off as well. Don't be shy, now, you're among girls.", I said, winking at her, slyly.

Somewhat self-consciously she unclasped her maternity bra and removed her white cotton panties, hanging them over the back of the leather seat. Her nipples were almost black against her brown breasts and the aureoles covered almost the entire end of each. I could not see her pussy with her belly hanging over her abdomen until she sat on the sofa. She could not bring her legs together very well and her pink inner lips were plainly visible framed by her dark black pubic hair.

I sat next to her on the sofa letting my skirt pull up over my stockings. We talked a bit and I learned that she was not married and had come to America to have her baby so that it would be a citizen and she could get medical aid for herself and the baby. Back in Mexico she would not have been able to even see a doctor.

Gently, I began lightly stroking her bare inner thigh knowing that she would do anything to avoid being sent back to Mexico.

"Open your legs, Marissa", I instructed her. "You have such a beautiful young pussy. I want to feel it."

As my hand reached her pussy, she leaned back against the sofa, spreading her thighs wide and giving a long sigh of surrender. My middle finger probed up into her wet vagina then slid briskly over her firm clit in a circular motion that made her arch up in pleasure. I caressed her belly with my tongue then sucked on her black, velvety nipples making them stiff with lust.

"Oh, your mouth, Senorita, it feels so soft and wet. It is making me very hot.", she moaned.

I moved to the floor between her thighs and began eating her gorgeous wet pussy, sucking her labia and teasing her clit till she could hold back no longer. My hand was pressed to her belly and I could feel her baby moving inside as she came with a sudden cry.

"Aiieeeee...Si, Oh, Senorita, it feels so good...OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH".

Her orgasm made her vagina spasm inside against my finger and she took several moments to regain her composure.

"I have only done that to myself for many months since coming here. It felt so good to have the hands of another touch me...even if they were another woman. Still, I miss having real sex very much, too.", Marissa admitted.

I did not want to have to explain my being dressed as Terese and I very much wanted to have sex with her as a man. If she learned of my little deception she might threaten to expose me to one of the customers and I could be deported myself. In a moment I came up with an impossible scheme.

"You can meet my twin brother, Thomas. He is also visiting Monique and I'm sure he would make you feel very good. He would not care that you are so... big, in fact, he would think you are quite sexy with your pregnant belly. I will tell him you will meet him...this Saturday, after work."

"I will be ready, Senorita Terese. Saturday we only work until two o'clock so your brother can come to my house after three. Will you tell your aunt that I did what you asked so she will not have me sent back to Mexico?", she said with an urgent tone.

I could tell she was very much afraid of displeasing Monique and returning to her life in Mexico. She was only too happy to do my bidding either as Terese or as her new twin brother, Thomas.

I gave her a French kiss before instructing her to get dressed.

"I will tell my aunt what a hard worker you are and how you deserve a big raise. Don't worry, you will have your baby in America, mon petit."

****** About an hour later a woman came in the shop that I instantly recognized from American TV. She was wearing sunglasses and a long coat over her somewhat overweight form. Underneath she had on slacks and a blouse which did not flatter her but she seemed more concerned with not being noticed than in looking like a TV star.

"Is Monique in? I'm here for a lesson.", she said in a quiet high pitched voice.

"You are late.", Monique suddenly said coming from the back. "I will have to be extra strict with you for this today. Are you ready to begin?"

The woman suddenly seemed to shrink and become like a small child. She was a famous person with much wealth and no doubt used to giving others orders. Her reply to Monique startled me.

"Yes...mistress. I am sorry for being late. Will you teach me not to be a bad girl and be on time?"

"Terese, watch the shop. I shall be back in one hour.", she said to me in a warm voice. "Come, you bad girl and receive your punishment.", she barked at the now humiliated celebrity.

Monique walked back through the dressing area, across the sewing room, to the red door connecting the shop with the next building. She unlocked it and led the woman through it. I could just see there was a second door at the end of a short hall, also painted red. She did not look at me as she closed the first door and latched it from the inside.

L'Ecole du Douleur, the School of Pain. So that was what 'l'etudes' were about. Monique was a dominant mistress and her students were submissives seeking masochistic pleasure in their own pain. Grande-mere, what big teeth you have!

****** I would have liked to see what painful lessons Monique was teaching but someone would have to mind the store. A few minutes later a couple came in and began to look at lingerie. The girl was perhaps my age and very fair with long blond hair and sparkling green eyes. The man she was with was older and had dark hair with a goatee beard. She was in the book for a 'fitting' and wanted to have several bustiere corsets made for her that she would pick up tomorrow. As we chatted I learned that she was an actress in adult videos and used the lingerie in both her career and private life. With eager delight I escorted her to the fitting room while her boyfriend waited patiently in front.

She removed her short miniskirt under which she was nude and her pussy was totally shaved. Then she pulled off her top and revealed her gorgeous, pert breasts. My penis was pulling at the nylon web that held it beneath my skirt as I moved next to her to take her measurements. Her soft scent and body warmth stirred my inner lust and clouded all my reason and restraint. As I held the tape around her buttocks and hips I slid my fingers between her thighs and ran them over her open pussy lips.

She was startled at the contact but to my delight said nothing and made no effort to stop me as I continued to stroke her, arousing her and drawing her wetness to its fullness. She sighed as my finger began to roll her clit inside its hood and then turned to face me. We French kissed and her hands caressed my ass through my skirt lifting it almost to my waist. I didn't want her to discover my true gender so I had to break off the delicious kiss, pressing her back onto the leather sofa.

She pulled up her thighs and offered me her open wet vagina which I devoured with my lips and tongue. I licked her slit and sucked the nub of her clit as she twirled her own nipples in her slender fingers. Wetting my middle finger in her pussy juices, I inserted it as far as possible up her tight asshole as my tongue lapped faster and faster over her wet labia. I heard her gasp for breath as her orgasm approached, then felt her thighs clamp around my face as she convulsed in a glorious and unexpected climax with the strange French shop girl.

"Oh shit, yeah. God, your tongue feels so good...Oh I'm going to come right in your fucking...mouth...OH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTT."

Her wetness poured out and left my face glistening. In her reverie she lifted my skirt and caressed my stockinged legs. My crotch was now exposed from behind but she could not see my erection pulled between my legs by the mesh webbing from her position. In a whisper she begged to return my unexpected favor and suck my pussy. Grasping for an excuse, I explained that I had just gotten my period which she accepted with a knowing smile and without hurt feelings. She was a bit shaky getting dressed and thanked me with another long kiss as she left with her patient...and ignorant boyfriend.

By the time I had washed up and reapplied my lipstick and blusher Monique was returning from L'Ecole with her celebrity student. The woman walked a bit awkwardly but smiled at me none the less as she left. Her cheeks appeared streaked as if she had been crying.

"You can help me with my 'students' after hours if you wish, Terese.", Monique said to me as we shared coffee in the front of the shop. "I only allow my oldest clients to make appointments during the normal shop hours."

"Do you only discipline women or do you also have men that you 'teach'?", I asked.

"When I first came to Los Angeles I was a mistress at a club called Capricious for several years that served mostly men. But the men are sometimes very dangerous and not safe to work with. One of the other girls was killed outside by a man she had being disciplining. I eventually decided to dominate women only because they were more controllable and I didn't have to worry about AIDS and such. I would be glad to show you around L'Ecole when the shop closes. Perhaps you might enjoy being taught a little, oui?"

We became very busy with customers for the next several hours and I helped many women as they selected and modeled some of the unique lingerie that Monique made. Finally, it was closing time and the ladies from the back filed out through the front door as they had come in.

Marissa was the last and I slid my hand over her behind as she passed in front of me, squeezing her firm young ass through her dress and panties.

"See you tomorrow, Terese.", Marissa said quietly, as she headed out the front door. "I hope you will tell Thomas that I am pretty and that I want to meet him very much."

"I will tell him tonight when he comes home. I am sure you two will be very good together.", I replied making sure that Monique could not hear.

****** I was a bit foot sore having worn high heels all day and was relaxing on the leather sofa in the dressing area when Monique came in.

"I have a new 'student' to teach this evening. This will be her first time with a dominatrix and perhaps you would like to see how a session is done, eh, Thomas...mmm Terese?"

"Don't I need to wear something a little more kinky, with leather and all?", I asked, not sure what was expected.

"Its not necessary unless the student wishes it. Most of the women I see are masochists and do not need all the costumes and leather things that men seem to enjoy. I usually just wear a corset and stockings with high heels and perhaps a cut out bra that shows only my nipples. Of course, we must maintain our little secret so what you have on should be fine."

About then the bell in front rang and Monique went to let in her client. The woman was in her late thirties and a bit taller than Monique. She had short blond hair permed very conservatively. She was dressed in a simple woman's business suit with a straight skirt, jacket, and modest black high heeled shoes. She introduced herself to Monique.

"Oh Hi. I guess you're Monique. Well, I'm Irene Platt and I finally got here. Geez, traffic was just terrible. Not like back in St. Paul. Doris Draper was the one that recommended you. Doris and I both serve on the PTA board back in St. Paul and she just couldn't say enough about you when she was out here with her husband on vacation. Best time she ever had. And who's this pretty girl?"

"This is Terese, my niece. She is also going to join us for our session, if you don't mind. I'm preparing her to be a dominatrix.", Monique responded.

"Oh geez no, honey. What a hoot. Two French mistresses at once. God, Doris will be so jealous. Most of us ladies in Minnesota just role play with each other but...that's why I came to LA. Are you both really French?"

"Vraiment...yes, of course", Monique said. "Now, shall we get started? Terese, will you take Irene to the back while I get ready?"

She gave me the key to the red door and I took the woman from Minnesota back through the shop. Irene was chattering all the way as we went through the sewing area.

"I really should have brought my daughter Cynthia with me, you know. She wanted to see the LA dance clubs so...well I figured that scene was more for the young folk anyway. Geez, you have some beautiful lingerie here. Makes me all horny just to look at it, don't you know."

I was having some trouble opening the door and Irene was fidgeting somewhat nervously.

"I guess I was just so excited about coming over here I must have forgot to use the toilet before I left. Sure had a lot of coffee with dinner, you know. Its a little problem I have...when...I get too excited...Ooop geez".

As I looked down at the front of Irene's gray wool skirt, a large wet stain began to spread. She looked right at me as she began to pee in her pants. The pee cascaded off her hem, ran down the insides of her legs, and puddled onto the black and white tile of the shop floor between her shoes.

"Oh, gosh. It's all warm and wet in my panties. I just couldn't stop it, I guess.", Irene said trying to explain her childish accident.

I didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. I had never seen a grown woman wet herself fully dressed like that. Surely, she could have used the toilet in back if she'd wanted to. Before I could speak, Monique joined us and I had to catch my breath at her sight.

She had changed into a black lace trimmed merry widow corset with long black garters attached to sheer black seamed stockings pulled taught on her firm thighs. The bra of the corset was cut open so that her breasts were forced up and her large dusty pink aureoles were displayed. On her feet she was wearing black high heels that must have been six inches high each with a black strap and buckle that encircled her ankles. Her hair was pulled back into a tight blond bun and she wore black opera length gloves made of satin. In her right hand she carried a small switch which was tightly wound with leather thongs.

"I see you have been a bad little girl and wet you pants again,", Monique said sternly. "You could not even wait to get to the toilet, is this so?. Hold up your skirt, this instant!", she commanded.

Irene looked down at the floor as she gathered her wet skirt in her hands. Underneath she wore nude pantyhose with white cotton briefs. Monique brought the switch down across Irene's exposed buttocks with a ferocious swish. As she struck the wet panties, she sent out a spray of piss that coincided with Irene's shriek of pain. Her face contorted for only a moment before an expression of delight and relief came over her.

"Oh mistress, I am a bad little girl. Are you going to make me clean up my mess?", Irene asked in her baby voice.

"Yes, of course, but first you must stand in the corner. Go over to the corner by the back window, pull down your panties and pantyhose, hold up your skirt, and stand there until I tell you to clean up.", Monique barked.

The student did as she was asked, standing just to the left of the back window with her bare wet buttocks in plain view. Although it was dark out, anyone coming through the alley would have seen her standing there. Her milky white ass cheeks now had a single red welt across them from the blow Monique had struck. I had a feeling it would not be the last before the lesson was over.

"Turn around and press your ass to the glass.", Monique demanded. "I want the black workmen in the alley to see what a nasty girl you are. Now, do it!"

There was no one actually in the alley but Monique would not tell that to her student and ruin her sense of humiliation. When a few moments had passed and Irene's face was sufficiently flushed and red, Monique had her undress before the window and leave her soiled clothes on the shop floor. Then she instructed her to go to the janitor's closet and bring a mop and pail to clean her puddle.

Irene's figure was mature but still very sexy. She had firm breasts and very high buttocks with smooth cheeks. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a strip that just framed her vagina and contrasted with her milky white and unblemished skin. She looked strangely out of place as she walked nude amid the clutter and machinery of the sewing area.

As she faced me I noticed she had very large labia that fanned out like a pink blossom and glistened from her arousal. My penis was again tugging at the mesh between my legs.

Monique first had her soak up most of the puddle with her panties and pantyhose then she carefully mopped the floor until it was clean. As she bent to wring out the mop Irene began to have another 'accident' and pee began to shoot out of her open pussy from behind. She made no effort to stop it and Monique only cracked a small smile for my benefit before demanding that Irene start over and clean up her mess, this time starting with her tongue. The woman got down on her hands and knees and began licking her own warm pee from the tile floor she had just cleaned. Monique finally instructed her to clean the rest with the mop. Then, it was time for L'Ecole du Douleur at last.

Monique led Irene and me through the second door and locked it. She turned on the room lights and I looked around. The room was about 10 by 10 meters and was padded for soundproofing so that it was very quiet inside. There were leather restraints fixed to the opposite wall for both wrists and ankles. Hanging from the ceiling were wrist cuffs which Monique lowered with a small crank and attached to Irene's wrists. Monique then raised the chain so that Irene was just standing on her tiptoes in her black high heels.

Monique circled Irene, drawing the riding switch slowly across the woman's breasts and thighs. She had me bring a leather gag with a red ball in the center which she fixed in Irene's mouth, holding it open but not allowing her to speak, which seemed like an excellent idea. As she passed behind Irene she swiftly brought the switch down again, this time onto the woman's bare buttocks.

"Aaaaeeeeeiiii. Ahhhhhhhhh.", Irene gasped, unable to form actual words.

She was trembling in the restraints and I could see sweat on her face. Monique repeated the switching once more, then took a large massager from the nearby table. She stood in front of Irene and ran her gloved fingers directly over her open labia. Irene's eyes closed in pleasure as the satin glove rubbed mercilessly over her stiff clit.

"Pain and pleasure. You must learn to love both, Terese.", Monique said to me. "See how her expression is so much the same whether I give her the crop or the massager."

Monique held the powerful head of the vibrator against Irene's clit and her head fell back in rapture. Then there was a swoosh as Monique struck Irene's thighs in front with the switch. A light red welt remained for a moment but after a brief scream, Irene's expression was identical.

At Monique's direction I began to play the massager over Irene's pussy as Monique attached several large clamps to her erect nipples. Next, Monique took a large white candle, lit it, and began to drip the hot melting wax over Irene's breasts, thighs, and buttocks. With each drop Irene jerked against the restraints and screamed into her gag but when Monique asked her if she wanted to go on, she always nodded 'yes'.

Monique took a small whip made of many small leather thongs from the table. She circled around Irene whose eyes were fastened on the instrument of torture in Monique's gloved hand. There was a brief whoosh of air and then a sharp crack as the leather thongs bit into the helpless woman's exposed buttocks. Amid the sweat on her face, tears of genuine pain began to flow from Irene's eyes, smudging her mascara and streaking her white cheeks. There were several more cracks as Monique flogged her student into a writhing, crying frenzy. Each time Irene would struggle to avoid the lash but each time Monique would find her thighs or buttocks and make her wince and cry out into her gag.

At last Monique was ready for my 'talents'.

"I am going to give you a special treat,", she whispered to Irene, "no extra charge." Then turning to me she said, "Terese, I want you to put on the large dildo on the table, the all black one you see there. Then I want you to fuck my student with it."

Monique removed the gag from Irene's mouth and lowered the wrist restraints. Then she took her over to one of two large vertical boards with three holes cut in each. The top of each board was hinged and Monique opened it then had Irene place her head and both arms into the half holes. When she closed and locked the top of the board Irene was held in place in the medieval stockade, her buttocks and pussy open and inviting in back to any who might wish to use her.

I fondled the large black strap-on dildo in front of Irene so she could see what was about to penetrate her.

"Oh geez. That's even bigger than my black boyfriend Frank back in St. Paul.", she revealed, regaining some of her composure for the moment. "'Course he's just for fun now, you know. Boy, my husband, Gus, sure would be mad if he knew his wife was fucking his auto mechanic twice a week, the big goof."

I moved behind her parted white buttocks, undid my stockings from my garters and slid down my skirt letting it fall in folds around my high heels. Monique undid the clasps of my corset and I breathed a long sigh of relief as my waist returned to normal and my long suffering penis stretched out fully in front of me.

Kneeling behind her, I began to tongue her pussy, listening to her moans of pleasure from the other side of the wooden stocks. She was wonderfully wet and ready and I was delighted to enjoy the pleasures of being a man after enduring a day of being corsetted like a woman.

Holding her cheeks I entered her from the rear, sliding up fully into her wet vagina.

"God, that feels so real.", Irene said a bit surprised, "It's like warm and fleshy, you know, almost as good as a real man's. Ahhhhhh, yes Terese, I want you to fuck me like a big black stud. Fuck me deep, dear. I'm such a...such a fucking slut!"

"Do you like getting fucked, you slut?", I shouted pumping her mercilessly with my slippery wet cock. "Yes, slut. Tell me. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!."

"I want to be FUCKED. FUCK ME HARD WITH THE BLACK COCK YOU BITCH", Irene wailed, beginning to lose all control again.

As I glided in and out of Irene's pussy, Monique took a small riding crop and struck me briskly across my bare ass. It stung for a moment but intensified my pleasure, bringing my nerves to their absolute peak of sensation. I reached between Irene's legs and vigorously stroked her clitoris as she thrust back against me, unable to use her hands or see her tormentor behind her.

Monique next fixed clamps to Irene's nipples and inside each of her thighs which were attached to a small electric transformer. As she turned up the power Irene began to feel her body from her nipples down through her pelvis, tingle and quiver from the surging current. It was even flowing through my penis and down my legs as Monique turned it up to its highest levels.

"Turn it up, ohhhh...yes, higher...HIGHER...Oh, yes fuck me...FUCK ME... Geez, I'm...I'm going to come, now. Oh God...OHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Irene's whole body tensed against the wooden restraints and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock in spasms that felt like a hand. The electric current stimulated my own orgasm beyond my control and before I could pull out of her deliciously wet pussy, I came inside her, shooting my very real come against her cervix.

"Gosh, that strap on thing even shoots come like a real man. They sure don't have dildoes like that in St. Paul, eh?.", Irene commented, as I pulled on my skirt before releasing her from her restraints.

Monique offered to give her a coat to wear over her piss soaked skirt but Irene was already prepared.

"No problem", Irene explained, "I carry spare clothes with me for when I have 'accidents'. I just need to get to the car and I'll change there. It's part of the excitement, you know, getting caught and all."

I walked her back to her car which was parked in the lot across the street. I would have felt safer dressed as a man but Irene seemed blissfully unconcerned with the dangers of a big city like LA. She opened the door to the car but stopped before getting in.

"Just in case I get stuck in traffic again.", she said, unzipping and dropping her damp skirt in plain sight. Without her panties and pantyhose she was naked from the waist down to her shoes. As I watched, she squatted beside the car and began to pee a broad stream as if she were at home on the toilet instead of in a public parking lot. Then, she stood up, took a pair of panties from the back seat, and began to slowly dress, unconcerned that she would be discovered by some passerby on the street. She finally put on a pleated black skirt, got in her rented car, and drove off leaving a large wet puddle behind her as a memento of her first trip to Mistress Monique's.

****** "Are all the American women so open about pissing in public?", I asked Monique, shaking my head in amazement as we sat on the sofa in the dressing area.

"She is not all that strange, mon petit Thomas. I have many women come to me who do much worse things than this woman did.", Monique explained, still dressed in her corset and stockings. "The German women are the worst about such things...and even more filthy. But you did very well, mon cheri. I think your 'dildo' was a big hit. I will finish with the receipts here and you can get back to being a man again...at least until tomorrow morning."

When I explained what had happened with Marissa and that I was going to pretend to be my own twin brother to go out with her, Monique gave me a curious stare, as if I had said something I shouldn't.

"You have only been with me two days, Thomas, but I think you are becoming too smart for your own good, non?", Monique asked rhetorically. "Marissa may wish to see both Thomas and Terese together someday and you would be in very hot water. Still, she is very young and pretty. Not like Monique, eh?"

"Monique, you are jealous, yes?", I asked kidding with my beautiful and sexy grande-mere. "No one is more beautiful than you in stockings and garters. And with such a sweet pussy as well."

I embraced her with my tongue as my fingers teased her clit between her legs. She was very wet and turned on from having watched me fuck Irene. Reaching down, she drew up my skirt and rolled onto her back. My penis, still wet and scented with Irene's juices, glided up into her liquid filled pussy making her sigh in pleasure. It was good to fuck Monique again after a long hard day of work.

****** Over the next several days I learned even more from Monique about 'teaching' her female students. She usually had two or so a day, some as young as 18 or 19 and some as old as 60. Most wanted to be spanked or whipped while being verbally humiliated. A few were excited by the dripping candle or the electric nipple clamps. I got incredibly aroused watching the women cry out from the feel of the riding crop across their buttocks and then demand to be struck again even harder until tears flowed down their faces. Their buttocks would grow bright pink but we were careful not to make very bad bruises that would not go away.

Many of the women enjoyed receiving oral sex at the end from either Monique or myself, usually ending in a screaming climax. And Monique got me to use my realistic 'dildo' on five of the women including one who was almost 60 years old. None of them suspected what had really fucked them or if they did, they did not complain.

Early Saturday morning a group of five women all came in the shop together chattering and laughing like they were at a party. One of the women, Kristi, was getting married and was with her mother and three beautiful, young bridesmaids to be fitted for her bridal trousseau.

Kristi was a stunning blue eyed blond with hair that reached all the way to her ass and fantastic long, shapely legs. She was marrying a black basketball player from the LA Lakers and wanted to be especially sexy for their wedding night.

I held my breath as I watched her disrobe before me. She wore a short beige skirt which she unzipped in back and slid off followed by her silk blouse. She modeled a bit in her own lace bra and thong panties, then removed even those so that she was at last nude except for her high heels. She had perfect firm breasts and a very high and firm ass that jiggled as she turned in front of the full length mirror admiring her naked form.

Her mother and the three bridesmaids came back and sat watching as I carefully took Kristi's measurements trying not to be too obvious when my hands brushed against her breasts and pussy. She tried on several corsets all in white with lace garters and sheer white stockings. The stockings were French and had delicate lace trimmed welts with white seams. They were expensive and quite beautiful. Kristi sensuously slid them up her shapely thighs and attached them to each of her garters.

She was sitting on the leather seat, wearing a white lace corset, her pussy gaping as she drew up her legs to put on her stockings. She had very pink, wet labia and my penis was straining painfully from her casual display.

As Kristi was deciding on a nightie and garter belt set, the other girls decided to get undressed as well and try on some of the sexy things Monique had for sale. The three girls and Kristi pranced about before me in various stages of undress, stopping to admire one another's sensuous selections and chattering like schoolgirls. Then two of the girls began feeling Kristi's breasts and kissing her neck as the helped her out of the corset she had on. Kristi was leaning against the wall as one of the girls started going down on her pussy while the other sucked and teased her nipples. The third friend, not wanting to be left out, moved next to Kristi's mother who had been watching from the leather chair. The mother began stroking the girls bare ass and thighs then slid her hand between the girls legs and started stroking her pussy lips faster and faster.

I kneeled between the mother's thighs, pushing open her legs and lifting her skirt up. She had on pantyhose and panties which I slipped down to her calves, then began eating her delicious pink pussy as she watched her daughter having sex with her friends.

Kristi was the first to climax followed by the girl next to her mother whose pussy was being stroked. Then they gathered around Kristi's mother as I got her off to an explosive climax with my tongue and fingers.

The unexpected orgy was over in about twenty minutes and the girls were laughing with delight at the whole scene. By the time they had redressed and left they had bought several hundred dollars worth of French lingerie besides the custom trousseau for Kristi's wedding night. I was left incredibly aroused however, and anxious to get to Marissa's where I knew I would satisfy my lust.

I waited on a few other customers before closing which was early on Saturday since Monique preferred to keep French hours. Marissa left work about two and I went upstairs to wash up and transform back to Thomas. It was always a relief to get out of my tight corset but I actually enjoyed the nylon stockings on my legs as they pulled and tugged under my skirt when I sat or stooped. It took almost and hour to remove the makeup and nail polish that transformed me into a beautiful woman each day.

I borrowed Monique's car and drove to the address that Marissa had given me. It was in a poorer area of the central city and I was glad to be dressed as a man as I went to her door and knocked.

Marissa came out dressed in a very short, sexy black dress with dark stockings and very high heels. The dress fit tightly over her large belly, making the skirt even shorter than usual. Her long straight brown hair fell down her back all the way to the soft curve of her buttocks and her large brown eyes were highlighted with black mascara and earth tone eye shadow.

"I have not been out on a 'date' for some time," she said, "so I have only this black dress but it does not fit me any more, I'm afraid."

As I opened the car door and she got in, her skirt drew up almost to her waist, flashing me her white cotton panties and the black thigh top stockings she wore underneath. She looked directly at me for an instant with her crotch in full view, then demurely drew her leg into the car and pushed her skirt back down.

"Your dress is very pretty, Marissa, but I don't think you should wear those panties with it. Take them off and give them to me.", I demanded.

"But my skirt is so short...my pussy will be seen if I..."

"You won't need them while we are together and they will just get in the way.", I explained.

She raised up in the seat, pulled up her dress, and reached under the waistband of her panties, peeling them over her pussy and legs. I took them from her and held them to my face to sample her scent before tossing them in the back seat. I reached over between her legs as I drove and slid my finger between her well lubricated labia to get her in the mood for what I had in mind.

We had driven along the city streets for a few minutes when I pulled over to the curb in a quiet neighborhood. The street was still except for the sounds of the light breeze and the birds chirping in the large trees overhead. Marissa and I got out and walked a few feet from the car.

"Take off your dress Marissa. I will let you put it back on when I am finished looking at you but I want to see you naked this instant."

Her eyes filled with fear and panic but she knew she would have to do as I asked. She reached behind her back and unzipped the black dress, then let it fall off her shoulders to the ground. Her pussy was exposed but she still had on her bra so I had her remove it as well. She was now quite nude standing beside the tree in front of one of the small houses that lined the street.

I unzipped my fly and took out my cock which was nearly erect. There was still no one else coming down the street and I had her bend over and hold the tree truck as I moved behind her. Her pink pussy was open from behind and I slid my cock up into her and began to fuck her in plain sight. She was incredibly wet and began to moan as my shaft filled her too long empty vagina. It would be too risky to fuck her much longer than a few minutes so I withdrew. She walked back to the car still nude and trembling. I let her put her dress back on before getting in.

"I was so afraid but so excited as well.", Marissa admitted. "I have never done anything like that but I want to fuck more."

We drove to a freeway overpass that was under construction at the end of a dead end street. It was barricaded so we parked on the side street and walked out onto it with the cars whizzing by below. Marissa removed her dress again and I took off my shirt and pants so that now we were both nude and visible to any drivers who might look up.

Her large belly felt smooth and warm in my hands as she leaned against the railing of the bridge with her ass facing me. I fucked her from behind letting my cock glide as far as possible up into her wet vagina. We soon were beyond caring about getting caught and I fucked away with the noise of the traffic drowning out Marissa's moans and cries.

I could feel her begin to come when her thighs began to quiver and her vagina began to grip my cock inside her. Her pussy exploded in a flood of wetness as she climaxed with a very loud scream of pleasure. We had been there several minutes and I once again withdrew before letting myself come.

After dressing we drove to a nearby shopping area with a large department store. We went inside and walked down several aisles looking for a spot that was momentarily quiet. A few times Marissa would stop and hold up her dress preparing to let me fuck her, then suddenly have to replace it as we heard someone coming around the corner. At last we found an aisle in the garden area that was out of the way. Marissa did not undress but just held up her dress showing me her ass and pussy from behind.

I unzipped my fly and withdrew my slippery hard cock, still wet with her juices from our fucking on the bridge. She was leaning over the shelf next to us as I entered her pussy and began to thrust inside her. Fucking her this way in the store aisle was so exciting that I could not stop from coming this time. My orgasm overwhelmed me and I shot several long jets of hot come into her wet pussy, driving my penis as deep as possible without hurting her.

"Don't stop now, Thomas, please.", she gasped. "I want to come again too!"

My fingers reached between her thighs and began to briskly stroke her throbbing clit as she thrust against my still hard cock. She was close to her orgasm when I slid a wet finger up into her exposed ass as well sending her over the top in a moment.

"Oh, Si...Oh, SI....SI....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.", she wailed in a very shrill and unmistakable voice.

There was barely time for me to withdraw from her pussy and for her to smooth her skirt back down before two young salesgirls came around the corner to investigate. Marissa's face was flushed and she was out of breath as she walked a bit unsteadily past the smiling girls in her short black skirt and high heels.

"I want so much to fuck again but I think I must rest a bit first.", Marissa conceded as she slumped into the passenger seat. "My baby is bouncing around inside like a basketball. Perhaps we can find a place to fuck without standing up next time, si?"

"I know the perfect place for us to go next. It is back at the lingerie shop, behind the red door in back. It is time to go to school, Marissa."

****** We drove back to the lingerie shop and I went in the front using my key. Marissa had seen us go into the room with the red doors but she had never imagined what was inside. Once we were in she stared with wide eyes for several moments at the restraints and devices of pain and pleasure that hung from the walls and ceiling of the room and covered the wooden table.

"Are you going to kill me?", she said in a frightened voice. She had seen many terrible things in her young life and perhaps being tortured to death was one of them.

"I won't hurt you, Marissa, you must trust me.", I reassured her. "Just undress and you will see there is nothing to fear."

She removed her dress and stood in just her stockings and high heels under the large overhead floodlight that shone on the middle of the room. I brought a wooden chair over to her and had her sit on it then tied her wrists behind her back and her ankles to the legs of the chair. I took the ball gag from the table and fixed it around her head forcing her mouth open. Her eyes looked up at me with a mixture of lust and terror and she realized she was utterly helpless in my hands.

Taking a long piece of cotton rope from the table, I began to bind her breasts which were engorged and swollen from her pregnancy. They were soon tied tightly to her torso and pulled wide apart with their black nipples pushing between the rope windings. Then I bound her knees to a wooden rod that fit behind and prevented her from bringing her thighs together. The ends of the rod were attached to pulleys on the ceiling and I raised her up about four inches above the chair. In this position I could sit below her and tease her pussy with my tongue and fingers.

She was dripping wet even before I began to suck and lick her and I could hear her gasping into the gag as I turned her on. I put my hand on her abdomen so I could feel the baby inside turning and kicking in concert with my stimulation of her clit as her womb tensed.

Taking one of the white candles from the table and lighting it, I began to drip hot wax onto her black velvet nipples that strained between the strands of rope. Each drop made her arch up against her restraints and scream into the gag but I knew from the outpouring of her pussy that she was excited by the pain as well. Having brought her to the verge of orgasm I stopped momentarily and undressed myself, then removed her gag.

"I want you to suck my cock, Marissa. Give me your mouth."

I turned her head toward me and slid my penis into her open mouth. It was covered in her own juices but she took in every inch until she nearly gagged. Her mouth felt warm and slick as I held the back of her head and ran my fingers through her long brown hair. My orgasm rose within me suddenly and I made no effort to pull out of her mouth. She could not use her hands or pull her mouth back and my full jet of come quickly filled her mouth and throat. She began swallowing rapidly, taking in every drop without a whimper. I kept coming and coming for nearly ten seconds, my head throbbing in unison with my balls and penis as the pleasure consumed me. Then a moment later I felt a sharp crack of pain across my ass cheeks and heard a female voice I had never heard before.

"I said Marissa would fuck you but I didn't say she wanted to be tortured to death, Thomas."

As I turned to view the woman who had spoken I nearly collapsed from shock. It was me, I mean Terese, straight brown hair, makeup, everything. Except this could not be me because she was truly a woman with modest firm breasts and a shaved pussy. She wore a black leather halter that elevated her breasts and crotchless leather panties that were really just straps to lift her ass cheeks.

"Now, untie sweet Marissa, this instant.", Terese commanded, cracking me again across my bare buttocks with her leather crop.

As I undid Marissa's wrists I stared in amazement at the image of Terese.

"Who?...", I stammered.

Monique stood now in the doorway and was laughing heartily.

"Don't you recognize your own twin sister, Terese, in her dominatrix outfit, Thomas? We saw you come back with Marissa and we thought you might get carried away so Terese decided to teach you a lesson.", Monique explained.

"Yes, and you showed you are just a filthy man and must be punished.", Terese said in an ominous voice. "Monique, would you tie Thomas' wrists to the hoist so that I may teach him to be a gentleman."

Monique bound my wrists together and attached them to the hoist which pulled me up nearly to my toes. I was both aroused and in shock as Terese circled me and began to swat me with her leather crop on my thighs and buttocks. Monique kneeled before me and sucked my cock even as Terese lashed my backside. Marissa was still catching her breath and watching intently as the tables were now turned.

Tears finally came to my eyes as the stinging lash burned my ass flesh mercilessly. As Terese came around in front I was stunned to see how much alike we looked. How could this possibly be? Before I could get an answer she had clamped the electric transformer leads to my nipples and directly on the tip of my penis.

The sensation began like a mild tingling but soon progressed until it felt like a swarm of bees were covering me from my chest to my crotch. The nerves in my penis became overstimulated and I began ejaculating even without experiencing a full orgasm. When I was near fainting Terese ended the session and released me from the hoist.

"I hope you have learned to be nicer to the employees, mon frere.", Terese said to me giving me a kiss on the mouth. It was like kissing my own reflection in the mirror. While Marissa was relieving her bladder in the restroom Monique and Terese finally let me in on their game.

"When you told Marissa that you had a twin, Thomas, I could not believe you did not actually know.", Monique began. "C'est vrai. Both you and Terese were born to your mother, Julie, and each of you was adopted by a different family."

"I found Monique a few years ago and worked for her last summer. It was all my clothes that you wore, Thomas.", Terese said, laughing. "Perhaps that is why everything fit so well. I just wish you hadn't run my nylons so easily. I don't have a decent pair left."

As she spoke she removed the brown wig. Underneath she had short, blond hair almost the same color as mine. We were not identical twins but Monique had used her makeup and the wig so the similarity was astonishing.

"Une soeur, j'ai une soeur!", I exclaimed in suddenly recognition and delight. "Not only a sister but a beautiful twin sister. We have so many years to catch up on, Terese. But first, I have one small request."

"Let me guess,", Terese said as she moved beside me and kneeled next to the chair.

Her hand slipped around my still erect cock and began stroking the slippery shaft, then she leaned over and began sucking me with her wet mouth. When I was fully hard she straddled the chair and brought her wet pussy down onto me, impaling herself on my cock. We began to fuck looking into each others face as if it were a mirror. When Marissa returned she could only gasp in shock at what she was seeing, but grande-mere Monique...ahh...she could only exclaim,

"L'amour, toujour l'amour".