I entered the cellar. The two uniformed maids stepped back as I approached the rubber-sheeted table. Mike was on his back, naked except for a pair of white silk panties and strapped to the table by several thick leather straps. He was still unconscious. "Is everything ready?" I asked. Sally curtsied prettily saying "Yes Miss. I have the suction pads and I have his new brassiere ready." I stared down at Mike's chest. His new breasts were not big...he'd be about a thirty-six B I estimated, but they were undeniably female breasts. I turned to Alice saying; "Has he seen them yet?" She shook her head. "No Miss. He's been out-cold since the operation." I smiled. "Then he's in for a shock...but not until he's experienced the pleasure that goes with real breasts. When you hook him up to the breast-suckers make sure he can't see his chest." Alice frowned. "But surely he'll feel them Miss?" She answered doubtfully. I grinned wolfishly; "Oh yes...he'll know something has gone wrong...but he won't be certain...and by the time he does see them he'll know just what we can do for him." Sally touched one of his firm pear-shaped breasts. "He really is pretty Miss...when do we get to use him?" Her face had gone pink but she stared back at me defiantly. I thought for a minute; then, "Give him an hour with the sucker-pads. Then let him see you both. Wear something sexy and both use your mouths on one breast each. I'll do all the talking. We'll soon have him ready for a bra." Mike moaned and I stepped back so they could fasten the suction-machine to his new breasts. It was an ingenious contraption. Something like a milking-machine really. Sally and Alice used cosmetic glue to fasten the rubber suction-pads to Mike's breasts. I switched the machine on just as Mike blinked his eyes open. I met his eye and started to talking; the machine hummed in the background. Each pad alternately sucking and releasing; sucking and releasing his nipples. "Hello Mike. Welcome to my home. I'm sorry we have to restrain you...but until you are thoroughly trained you cannot move about. Is there anything you want to ask me." The young man licked his lips. "What...what are you doing...why am I here." I smiled down at him. "You are here to be trained as a maid. I will dress you as a female servant. You will serve and obey me. But first things first. I want you to ENJOY being female. This machine is meant to show you how good it will feel when you have breasts. How does it feel?" Mike blushed. I mean he went crimson. HE WAS ENJOYING IT. I grinned. My palm slid down over his bare stomach. I caressed him through his panties. Mike's eyes glazed. His jaw slackened. This was going to be easy. I made a fist of his flesh through the flimsy panties.. "You will wear my bra Michael. You will wear ALL of my clothes. And you will ENJOY wearing them. So I want you to ask me for a bra. I want to hear you BEG. Tell me you want to wear that most female of garments...say you want to wear a brassiere. When you say it...I will free you." Mike shook his head...but the sucking-machine hummed away...sucking and releasing; sucking and releasing...I knew he was finding it difficult to concentrate on my words. The sheer pleasure of the suction-pads on his tender feminised flesh left little room for other considerations. I leaned over him; I whispered in his ear; "You WILL wear my bra; you will ENJOY wearing a bra...you are SO pretty. I will call you Shirley. Listen to me Shirley...you are very pretty. You have the most gorgeous bosom. If you wear my bra you can also wear a petticoat...a very pretty petticoat. You know that's what you want..so say it Shirley; say you want my bra." And I massaged him crudely through his silk panties. For the next hour I whispered and cooed into his ear..and the machine suckled gently at his breasts. Mike wriggled and squirmed..but he could not deny his pleasure; his lust! Then I waved at Sally. She removed the suction pad from his left breasts and opened the front of her uniform tunic. She was wearing a very sexy bra made from pink lace. Mike saw her firm girlish breasts through the lace bra just as she swooped her pink lips to his swollen nipple. Mike moaned as she sucked his nipple deep inside her mouth. As her hot tongue played over his sensitive nipple I waved at Alice. She had undressed down to her black satin bra and matching girdle. She too pressed her red lips to one of his breasts. Soon both girls were feeding greedily at his breasts. And Mike was lost in a fever of lust. Alice gripped his breast in both hands as her mouth worked; she massaged and caressed; kneading his flesh until his moans echoed round the room. Sally was equally industrious her tiny white teeth nibbled and excited his soft pink breast. And all the time my hand was between his thighs, massaging and squeezing him through girls panties! Suddenly he almost screamed the words. "Yes...Oh yes...I want a bra...please; oh please let me wear your bra!" Sally and Alice stopped what they were doing and stared at each other. I smiled a huge triumphant smile...and Mike looked stunned. I nodded to Sally. She released Mike with a few swift wrist movements. Alice was waiting with the stunning white satin bra. It was a beautiful garment; soft rounded satin half-cups delicately trimmed with pink lace. She slid one satin shoulder-strap up over his goose-fleshed arm....and sally helped her fit his small breasts inside the under-wired bra cups. her fingers expertly closed the three hook and eye fastenings. Mike was wearing a bra! Everyone stared at his chest. He looked very , very sexy. Sally looked at me and I nodded. They both fondled one of his breasts through the silvery-white satin bra. Gently squeezing and kneading him as they kissed his face and neck. He was hardly aware that they were lifting him from the table. Mike was bent low over the back of a second machine; what I called the dildo-machine. They strap him face down so that his breasts hang enticingly...and his legs are splayed open... I drag his panties down over his plumb buttocks, I caress his wide hips as they swing the pointed end of the machine downwards...into the cleft of his buttocks. Mike stiffens. So I explain; "It's an electric dildo...this life-like penis will go in and out, in and out...until you climax!" I nod and the girl switches it on...Mike gasps as he is impaled. The machine chugs and whines...in and out, in and out, in and out. I cup Mike's breasts in my palms...he moans....and the machine makes him a woman. in-out in-out, in-out And I squeeze his breasts! An hour later he was a wreck. They stood him in front of me..and they held his arms. Mike and I stared at each other. A prisoner dressed in bra and panties. "You are very pretty Shirley. You belong to me now...I am your Mistress. You are my maid. Kneel at my feet Shirley; tell me you will obey." Sally and Alice forced the feminised she-male to his knees before me. Mike looked up at me. For a long moment he was silent...then...in a very soft whisper he spoke. "Yes. I will obey you." I took his hair in my hand and twisted. "Of course you will obey. Now tell me your name." Mike licked his soft red lips. "My..my name is Shirley." I twisted hard. "And what am I?" I demanded. He squealed like a girl. "You are my Mistress." I drag his girlish face between my open thighs...I twist and he opens his mouth...I thrust my sex into his lips...and he maons....I twist again..until I feel his tongue. My thighs tremble as I am serviced; my two maids caress my breasts...I kiss the blonde...and Mike licks and kisses me... Eventually I release him saying; "Dress him and bring him to my bedroom." Sally blushed as she answered me. "Yes Miss...but can we...I mean can we use him...please?" I smiled. "But of course you can my dear. But not the dildo....I want a virgin in my bed tonight." Sally giggled. "Can we watch...tonight I mean?" I shrugged. I don't see why not...now hurry. get him ready for me. Make him pretty for his Mistress." I left them and walked to my bedroom. This one had been very easy. I was looking forward to sharing with my bed with Mike. I dressed carefully. I wanted to show him I was his boss in every respect...and yet I also wanted him to desire me. I chose black silk. A short thigh-length nightie of shimmering sheer silk that was almost transparent. Under this I wore a stiff cone shaped bra and a spandex girdle that held up black silk stockings. I wore red high heeled slippers with a six inch stiletto heel. I made up my face like a whore...crimson lipstick and long black eye-lashes. And lastly I strapped the huge rubber dildo around my waist. I lay on the huge four-poster bed; it was covered in white satin sheets and the two oversized pillows were heart-shaped and trimmed with red lace. There was a soft knock on my door...I hid the pink rubber dildo with the hem of my nightie... Sally and Alice dragged a sobbing Mike into the bedroom. He was wearing a frothy white baby-doll night-set. It was a fluffy nylon and silk creation with huge puffed sleeves and a very short flared skirt. Huge frilly matching panties were visible at the hem of the nightie; ridiculous panties lavishly trimmed with masses of frothy pink lace. They had him wearing outrageously high heeled slippers in pink satin and he was wearing long evening gloves of pink lace! But it was his face that shocked and aroused me. They had made-him-up like a doll. White pancake make-up; bright pink lipstick and sooty eyelashes that fluttered and waved as he blinked in shame. He was gorgeous! "Bring him here...make him kneel!" I whispered thickly. The two maids who were wearing only bra and knickers forced him to the side of my bed. On his knees he looked even more desirable. I reached over...I cupped one luscious breast through the filmy nightdress. Mike moaned....and I felt his nipple grow hard. I show him the head of the realistic dildo...and his eyes widen in shock. "Come to your Mistress Shirley...come here...quickly." Mike crawled onto my bed. I open my thighs...and I take hold of his hair...I pull him close..until his lips caress the dildo...I thrust hard...and it slides deep into his mouth. His eyes bulge...and I slide it in and out... Now I tumble him into bed. I gripped his wrists firmly, I slid my heavy thigh over his feminised body. I kissed his painted lips with a wild and genuine passion. Mike accepted my thrusting tongue with an obscene eagerness that shocked us both. I used my weight to flatten and spread-eagle his body under mine. Mike was now helpless...pinned beneath me like a beautiful butterfly. I felt Sally's hands beneath me...she was tugging Mike's panties down. Mike writhed and squirmed under me as I kissed and fondled him...then...as his naked flesh felt the first hesitant nudge of the slippery wet rubber dildo...he stiffened in my arms. "No! Noooo..." He moaned as he understood what was happening. I smiled down at him. Sally giggled. "But you are a woman now darling. MY woman! You are my wife...and a wife must submit." I jerked my hips and I silenced his cries with my lips. Later I dress him myself. A wine coloured brassiere and matching satin-panelled lycra girdle. Jet black silk stockings and purple satin knickers. Mike slips the purple satin full slip over his head and shoulders. I tug it into place over his bust and hips. It is a fabulous slip; tailored with an opera-top that flatters his cleavage. I cannot resist sliding my hands all over him. He stays still as a statue as my palms run up and down his girlish body. I cup his breasts and I caress his wide hips. I grip his round buttocks as I pull him close. When I kiss him his mouth opens readily for my searching tongue. Later I watch as he dons his tight purple satin frock. The long sleeved garment looks as though it has been painted on. The skirt is so tight he cannot move without taking tiny mincing steps. The eight-inch high heels don't make it any easier for him. He looks terribly girlish and exceedingly vulnerable. I pin his black silk pinafore to the sloping front of his frock. His hands slide the long apron strings behind his back. I massage his breasts through the black pinny as he ties a big bow over his full round buttocks. He immediately kneels before me so I can pin the tiny lace cap to his blonde curls. I point to my black leather boots. "Clean them maid...use your tongue!" Mike shakes his head...."But why?" He whimpers. I grab my cane and lash out at him. "Because you are my slave, DO IT!" And he obeys..he kneels. I am his Mistress. He is my she-male sex slave!