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".