Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 11:36:17 +0100 (CET)
From: greta wasweiBich <gretatvhh@yahoo.de>
Subject: Mommy Adriana convinces Andrea to take over/TG-Story Part 3

Dear Readers, my mother in law has always been quite pushy with
me but her visit was like living hell and now I wonder where
this story will end. In any case, please enjoy!

          Mommy Adriana convinces Andrea to take over
                            By Greta

When they finally stopped their embrace I minced towards my wife
and Mommy Adriana, head bowed, avoiding to look into their eyes.
I held out the tray and waited for Andrea to take her breakfast.

"Greta, you are dumb like a bimbo. Is Andrea supposed to eat the
breakfast holding the plate in her lap?" I heard Mommy Adriana
say. "Put down the tray on the nighstand, get the little table
from the kitchen, come back and after you've set it all up you
walk to the corner, hold up your skirt and say 50 times "I am a
dumb Bimbo Maid and I need Mommy Adriana to train me well."

I felt deeply humiliated and blushed red. Despite my
embarrassment I didn't forget my earlier training and dropped
the best curtsy I could.

"Yes, Mommy Adriana."

While I was sashaying into the kitchen to get the little table,
Mommy Adriana and Andrea broke into laughter.

"Oh Mom, look at this pathetic sissy. I once tought I had
married a man and you reduced her in less than 48 hours into a
mincing maid. She simply has no backbone. What are we going to
do with her after the weekend is over? I mean she has to work
tomorrow."

After I returned, I set up the table, put the tray on top and
went to the corner, where I held up my skirt and recited the
sentence Mommy Adriana had told me to.

"Honey, don't worry your pretty head. You have two choices here.
You can send her to work in skirts and she has her big coming
out, or you keep her here with me. How much does she earn? I
mean she doesn't have a career like you. Her earning was just
good enough to buy that extra soap or body milk. I think you
should let her hand in her notice first thing tomorrow morning
so I can train her from dawn to dusk and you take care of your
career, go out and meet a really nice man, who can finally give
you as good a sexlife as you deserve. On the other hand, I just
had a great idea."

When finally ready with my task I asked Mommy Adriana what I was
supposed to do now.

"Greta, keep standing in the corner and think about how you can
serve Andrea the best way. You have the choice: Either tomorrow
morning you go to work but dressed as a female or quit and
promise to become the best maid Andrea and her lover to be can
imagine. You'll tell us your decision when Andrea is ready with
her breakfast. Oh, by the way, if you choose to go to work
you'll do so without a wig, otherwise your co-workers won't
recognize you."

Still standing in the corner I knew I was in a dilemma. If I'd
go to work I'd be the laughing stock of the whole company and
probably been reduced to the status of a coffee girl in no time.
If I'd choose to become a maid I'd have to endure a severe
training by Mommy Adriana and have to serve not only Andrea but
also the lover she was supposedly taking. I knew I couldn't
leave Andrea, I simply loved her too much and besides where
would I go if I left. My low paid job would maybe be good enough
to just rent a single room apartment. No more southsea
vacations. No more expensive weekends in Paris or London.

While thinking about it I heard Mommy Adriana say: "Honey, now
with the new situation you are her Mistress, you'll have to put
you in the frame of mind honey. I mean you aren't supposed to
ask things anymore, you are to command. You have to establish
your power over her and the best way to do that is you doing
what I did last night with Greta. She completely accepts me as
her personal trainer now. In fact you have to do two things."

My ears red with fear and excitement I tried to listen more but
Mommy Adrianas voice had turned into a whisper.

"Oh Mom, I don't know if I can do that", I heard Andrea reply.

"Honey, you must! Then the path to a fullfilled life is wide
open my dear. Think of it, you can do what you want and you'll
always have her at your beck and call."

I heard Andrea push the table away.

"Greta," she said. "I wait for your answer. What will it be? All
decked out at work or resignation and becoming my favourite
maid? I slowly turned around, I knew I had to answer and I knew
I couldn't face my co-workers in a dress or miniskirt and heels.
So I looked at her and whispered: "I will become your maid
Mistress Andrea."

She stared into my face. "I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

I stuttered and hung my head. I felt like being in a movie or a
story. This couldn't happen to me. I mean what had I done that
I deserved this. Her icy voice cut into my thoughts.

"What is it? Speak up Greta!"

Slowly I raised my head and I was surprised by my boldness.

"No, I can't do either one. I am your husband. Please, you can't
do that to me."

Andrea kind of started to smile as if to say: Finally he stands
up! But then I saw how Mommy Adriana looked at me. She rose in
slow motion, her face red with anger and I felt a cold breeze
running down my spine.

"If you know what is good for you girl, you walk over to Andrea
and take the position you know you need to take. Otherwise I
will take things in my hands or shall I say paddle?"

I practically held my breath, I didn't want to feel that awful
paddle again and I knew I wasn't a match for Mommy Adriana. Oh
how I wished she would go home and I could establish normal
order in our house again. But there was none of it. Time stood
still again, but somehow I felt the room moving and I saw Andrea
coming closer to me. No, it was me who was slowly mincing
towards her. She was sitting there on the bed, looking up at me
almost in pity knowing it was the last battle I would ever
fight. I got lost in her gaze and then dropped to my knees and
positioned myself over her lap.

Nothing happened for a while. Just silence. Then I broke the
spell.

"Please Mistress Andrea, I apologise profusely. Please let me be
your maid. I promise to be the best maid you can imagine. Please
punish me for my bad behavior."

I started to sob and cry.

"There we go girl", I heard Mommy Adriana say. "I have just the
thing for Andrea to reinforce your new status as her maid. Here
honey, my beloved paddle. I don't think I need it anymore but I
believe you should use it when ever you think she needs it."

Just hearing the word paddle increased my sobs and then I felt
the first hit. It wasn't so much the pain but knowing it was
Andrea, who held the paddle hitting me with it reduced me to a
emotinoal wreck. I started to cry uncontrollably. All my
thoughts of rebellion left in this very moment. I knew I would
do from now on what I was told to do. I wanted Mistress Andrea
to be proud of her new maid, of me. The rest of my punishment I
hardly felt anymore I simply cried and cried.

Somehow I must have passed out because when I came to my senses
I was lying on the floor. I heard Mistress Andrea and Mommy
Adriana talking in the living room. I straightened my dress,
picked up the tray and minced slowly towards the kitchen.

Of course both women heard the feminine click-clack of my heels.
When I entered the kitchen I almost dropped the tray. While
being asleep on the floor Mommy Adriana had taken the liberty to
put a nail into the wall and hung the evil paddle in the
kitchen. While staring at it in fear I heard Andreas voice.

"This Greta shall be a constant reminder of who is wearing the
pants from now on. Do you understand?" I slowly turned around,
looked at her and curtsied in submission.

"Yes Mistress, I do understand."

Both women smiled, I curtsied again and I walked to the kitchen
sink to place the plate and the cup. Just as I had done this I
felt a hand under my skirt. It was Andrea who stroked my bottom
through my frilly panties. Then she held her hand in front of my
face. She slowly opened it. I saw two pills and I knew what I
had to do. I grabbed both of them and with a little water I
swallowed the pills.

"Good, now you are on the right path to become a girl. Didnd't
you always dream about becoming one?" Mommy Adriana asked. The
question was rather rethoric because she didn't insist on an
answer and Andrea resumed kneading my butt cheeks. Mommy Adriana
stood at my side watching my reactions. I slowly started to moan
when Mommy Adriana started to tweak my nipples roughly. In no
time they were hard and I moaned even louder.

Mommy came closer while Mistress Andrea kept caressing my
behind. Then Mommy Adriana started to kiss me. She pushed her
tongue into my mouth and Andrea pulled down my panties caressing
my now bare bottom, kneading my cheeks. I let them have their
way, I didn't fight it and just tried to enjoy their caresses.
Mommy Adriana pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and like a
robot I started to suck on her tongue.

Due to our heavy breathing I didn't hear the zipper of Andreas
slacks being lowered. I got alarmed when I felt something cold
and slippery at my boycunt, but Mommy Adriana held me in a
bearhug and my struggle wasn't really hard anyway. I had
mentally surrendered before and now my body followed suit.

My cries were muffled by Mommy Adrianas wrestling tongue when
Andrea pushed the 10 inch dildo home to mark her new territory.

"Oh yes Greta. What a tight pussy you have. Oh, my god I never
imagined how good this is. Why didn't I do this much earlier? Oh
yes, oh my God, I am cumming already," she gasped.

Soon Andrea recovered from her first orgasm and quickly settled
into a steady rhythm, several times interrupted by orgasms
racing through her body. Mommy Adriana meanwhile pushed me
slowly down on my knees with Andrea deeply buried in my boycunt.

Mommy lifted my head and I saw her adjusting the straps of just
another big strap-on.

"Greta, I brought two of the same size. Just in case of such an
occasion."

This said, she unceremoniously pushed the dildo into my mouth.
I just held on for dear life. Mommy Adriana pushed deeper and
deeper into my mouth while Mistress Adriana did the same from
behind in my newly found pussy. Both women worked themselves
into a frenzy and especially Mommy Adriana seemed to feel really
happy when my nose had touched her belly. They both came almost
at the same time and screamed with pleasure.

Mommy Adriana stepped back with wobbling legs and held on to the
kitchen table slowly sitting down while breathing heavily. My
new Mistress Andrea just slumped over my back, forcing me to get
down on all fours, her rockhard cock still deeply buried inside
me. She lay there for quite a while, then I felt her kisses on
my back, on my neck, she whispered in my ear.

"I simply loved it. You are one hot bitch. I never imagined. Say
what you need to say to Mom and I fuck you right again in front
of her again. You know, you want too. I felt your ass muscles
clenching on my cock, I know you are craving to be fucked hard.
Just give in to your feeling and say it."

I was momentarily stunned. How was she able to feel what I did
without wanting it? It was just instict taking over. How could
she have read my mind that I loved to be taken from both sides
at the same time by her and Mommy?. How could she have seen I
craved her dominating me?

Mistress Andrea held me on to my hips, her fake cock still
deeply buried inside. Agonisingly slow she pulled out while I
was wrestling with myself to voice my darkest secrets. She was
almost out, only my sphincster clenched on her cock preventing
her from slipping out all the way when I finally made up my
mind.

"Dearest Mommy Adriana, thank you so much for showing Mistress
Andrea the joys of using a huge cock on me. I really loved to be
taken by the two of you and would love to be used by both of you
at any time you wish. Thank you Mommy Adriana, thank you
Mistress Andrea. I know I am just a little bitch and need to be
at your mercy."

When I had reached the end of my little speech, Mistress Andrea
pushed her huge cock back to where it belonged, deep into my
pussy.

Mommy Adriana smiled at me. "I always knew it, Greta honey.
That's why I was so insistent. I always knew you were a sissy,
ooops, a sissyslut. I should have dressed you at the wedding,
but didn't want to have a fuss with your sweet mother.
Unfortunately she has led you to believe you were a man. She is
just too sweet and doesn't want to see the truth. Well, we'll
change this soon when we go and visit her in the Hospital. It'll
be a surprise for her to see she now has two daughters. Her
daughter-in-law Andrea and her real daughter Greta. I'll bet she
will recover soon and if she doesn't, at least she can rest in
peace knowing she has now the daughter she always dreamed of,
like she told me at the wedding. Isn't it ironic that I make her
dream come true Greta?"

Before I could even answer I felt Mistress Andrea pull back all
the way, holding on to my hips and pushing with all her might
deep into me, filling me up to the hilt. With glassy eyes I
cried out and heard the roaring laughter of Mommy Adriana.

"Oh yes Andrea, fuck her good, fuck her for all she is worth,
the little slut."

This she did, ramming her huge cock into me, her flesh slapping
against mine in rapid succession.

"Oh Mistress Andrea", I cried out. "I am yours, I am all yours,
your little bitch. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard, harder, harder."

Andrea tensed up one last time, screaming like she had never
done before and her orgasm almost made her pass out. She slumped
backwards, sitting on the ground brathing heavily and leaving my
pussy wide open. Mommy Adriana stepped around and looked at me.

"This looks great. See how her pussy is a gaping hole. Look, it
is slowly closing. Hmmm, now she is prepared for the real thing.
Hahahaha!"

Then she grabbed my genitals, tightly encased in the chastity.
I winced in pain.

"You know you'll never will have this pathetic thing in Andreas
glorious pussy again. It is no sissy's land for you from now
on."

With that she squeezed hard until I cried.

We all went to take a shower and afterwards Mommy Adriana
summoned me into her room.

"Greta, I have laid out your clothes for you. We'll go to a Mall
and see what we can do to make you more feminine.I don't know
yet, but Andrea and I will decide once we are there."

I looked at the clothes. A lacy white corset, white stockings,
frilly pink panties, black 4" high heels, a black mini skirt and
a pink top which read "I love being a Sissygirl". Just at the
side there was a pink leather Jacket which read on the back
"Andreas Sissy". I looked at the clothes again and with a
shocked face I looked at Mommy Adriana. Just a single word left
my mouth.

"Please."

She smiled at me, but her voice was as cold as steel. "Just
think of the paddle honey."

My shoulders slumped and I knew soon I'd be leaving the house
wearing the clothes she had chosen for me. She motioned me to
come to her and quickly dressed me in my new clothes, but not
using her make up skills on me and also forgetting my wig. She
simply ushered me out of the room. We walked to Andreas bedroom,
but she was already downstairs waiting for us.

"Please Mistress Andrea, can't I put on the wig and some make
up. This outfit looks ridiculous."

She shook her head. "Sweetheart. The outfit doesn't look
ridiculous. You do!"

Mommy Adriana's roaring laughter rang in my ears, my face
beetred with embarrassment. Mistress Andrea took my arm leading
me to the inevitable and said.

"You'll survive this trip and come out stronger as a girl,
maybe."

We walked to the car. Mistress Andrea opened the door but before
I could enter she told me to take off my leather jacket. Then
she simply turned me around and pulled my hands behind my back.
I held them there and she quickly handcuffed me and pulled the
jacket over my shoulders, zipping me up effectivly pinning my
arms to my back. She pushed me down in the carseat and buckled
me up.

"Open your mouth Greta", she said.

I looked at her pleadingly but I knew better to object. I simply
opened my mouth and she pushed a penisgag inside, pulling the
straps tight behind my head.

"There we go Mom, all set for our excursion."

Mistress Andrea wanted to close the door, but Mommy Adriana had
just another bad surprise for me.

"Oh no honey, we aren't ready yet, or at least this little bitch
isn't ready."

Out of her over the shoulder bag she produced a starstudded
black collar which said "Sissy Bitch". I couldn't do anything
about this new humiliation and Mommy Adriana let Mistress Andrea
do the honours of fastening it around my neck. Then Mommy handed
her a pink leash which she clipped on to the collar. Both women
sat in the front seats and Mommy Adriana drove off to the mall.