The Researcher Ch. 07

This is a story I began in January, three years ago. The plot evolved as I finished the third chapter and the scenes and details of each chapter have required more time than I anticipated. The curve of the plot shifted towards the couple, Maris and Jon (aka serge). This chapter was posted in Erotic Couplings, but due to the plot progression it is posted as Transgender & Crossdressers as well. Readers might want to skim the earlier chapters to understand how Jon came to be known as serge.

Hopefully the readers will elect to read the preceding chapters.

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This is a work of Fiction and will have an additional chapter.

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Summary through Chapter seven:

Maris has requested that serge stay in her life, but in their atypical relationship. She expects to lead and he will acquiesce to her requirements. Maris has come to understand her primal feminine essence, which is the underpinning of their bond, yet serge has not confused his subordination with devitalize.

The Researcher, about four months later . . .

The weeks moved on and Maris seemed to become relaxed, as her role developed and serge compliantly adjusted to her needs. He tried to restrain his questions, as some harmony was helpful, and serge had become comfortable in their daily lives. Maris, or Domina to serge, would dress carefully every day, before going off to the lab each day. She had asked that serge witness her morning ritual, so he would sit in the club chair, and watch, as his lover would do her face, and select her lingerie and outfit. She did not allow serge to comment on her decisions, except occasionally asking him to select her heels and her bag. Their lunch meeting occurred most days, and on many evenings, Domina would share with serge her sex play, with carefully detailed descriptions of the events. Maris would glow with excitement seeing serge's own arousal as he listened to how Hannah or Kate had fucked his lovely mate.

These two very close friends of Maris, in fact her mistresses, had each been to the home several times. Their awareness of Maris's handling of her submissive male friend, though at odds with the three women's lesbian relationship, had little effect on Maris sexual excitement around Kate and Hannah. Therefore Mistress Kate supported Maris distractive male lover.

The daily work serge completed, now included many domestic responsibilities, as well as maintaining his body and physique. His digital code work had flourished and his monthly payments therefore had increased. Though he had much to look forward to each morning, as he sat watching Domina, serge knew his world was swinging about Domina's. In his spare moments serge did research how Domina and his relationship was unusual, and unique. There's did not aligned with other couples, and there were very few references to follow. He did searches, for female led, submissive males, open thinking couples, but none of these truly described Maris and serge.

Maris had traveled alone to Chicago for a scientific conference. She had planned careful during these first months, as serge was adapting to her will. The annual meeting would be finished Thursday and she would fly back to New York. This trip was required, as part of Maris certification, and therefore Mistress Kate had supported the travel. Leaving serge alone was not an issue, as her Mistress Kate had visited twice since Maris had defined her relationship with serge, and Maris had asked that Kate not visit serge while she was out of town.

Yet as she slept on Wednesday night her dreams were lurid. In the dream, Kate was direct; 'he will be mine, as well, you little slut'. Maris rolled about . . .

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In her dream . . . serge went to the door, to see the delivery woman walking away. On the stoop was a box. He opened the door, and as he picked it up serge saw Kate's car pulling into the lot. A few minutes later she simply walked into the apartment.

"Open it serge, it is from Maris and me, to you." Kate stood after closing and locking the entry door.

"Your Maris has allowed me this one opportunity, as we need to determine if there is a spark in you." Kate was now sitting on the sofa, and serge saw her long legs open, exposing her sex. She wore a short white dress and red heels; her shoulders were bare. His eyes tracked up her legs, noting her expensive sheer hose'.

"Nothing you haven't seen serge, right?" Kate moved the short dress hem and the white tulle petticoat; he saw her moist bare pubis.

"You have watched me fuck Maris, so looking at my pussy won't be an issue, correct?"

Kate moved her finger along her labia, "After you see what we bought for you, you can come and kiss me here serge?"

He stood still, and considered the conditions, as Maris was away. He had not inserted the plug after his shower, but the specific dress requirements were now well established. His boyshorts were covered with the taut girdle, holding back his penis and tucked bits. He was not certain Kate knew of the dress requirements. He closed his eyes briefly considering whether he should disobey Kate's direction. Then he bend down, on to his knees, as the box was near the sofa, and he ripped the box seal open.

"Listening is a very good habit serge," she said as she leaned forward and looked into his eyes. "Go ahead, see what we have for you," Kate said as she rubbed her pussy.

Inside there were a variety of smaller packages, and he picked up the one on top.

"Pink boxes for this trial serge." Kate said softly. "Maris and I have select each for you," but he was unsure, how could they have selected this day? Maris was unreachable, as the protocol for her meeting required that she terminate her cellphone.

"Oh my serge needs his mommy, huh? Well, she is mine, as you know, and therefore so are you. Please be a good, ahh, boy, and open the package." She reached to take it from his hand, "Okay, I 'll do this one for you. There, you get that second one." Kate removed seal and the item and let it hang from her fingers.

"What a lovely brassiere," she dangled it near serge's face, but he looked down now.

Kate still held the thin strop of the ultra-sheer bra, in a soft rose' color.

"No young sissy, you have no choice here. Open the next pink box serge. You will love what she bought for you."

He felt the weight, and while his eyes stay on Kate's face, his fingers opened the ten-inch long pink box. Inside was a black feeldoe. He looked briefly at the cocktoy.

"Why didn't Maris let me know of this visit Kate?" He was not required to call her Mistress.

Kate moved to her knees and came close beside serge, as her hand reached to touch his groin, and she felt the garment beneath his taupe pants; he was restrained with the boned girdle. Then she grasped the toy and moved to kiss his cheek, "There are quite a few other surprises serge. Take out the next one, please," Kate said as she pulled the bra about her.

"Look here serge," as Kate had pushed her strapless dress top down to expose her lovely breasts. "You can also have a pair of these, that is if Maris requires it."

Ten minutes later Kate was still wearing her dress, and serge had been dressed as well. Kate stood in the bedroom beside serge.

"I think this could be a revealing day for us serge. The fit of the dress is quite good. Maris knew you would be less than cooperative, if she were here. So we decided that it was my responsibility to determine, if there is a sissy in you. What do you think?"

Kate was now standing next to serge, with the two reflected in the tall mirror. He wore a similar white dress to Kate's, and with the soft mounds on his chest, together with the flowing hair of the wig; everything was quite shocking to serge. Kate smiled, "Yes, now we will do your nails and face serge."

Almost an hour later Kate was delighted. Though Kate didn't understand serge's look of complaint; serge had allowed her to complete the process, but he was not aroused and Kate was somewhat frustrated.

"Maybe she was correct, a sissy does not exist in your head, but Maris fucks you. I think we will both see, how this next step goes serge. Having my cock inside you; maybe that is the real test, huh sweetie?"

She held the feeldoe and smiled. Maris had pegged him that first time, late one night, weeks ago. She had used a similar toy, as Kate's, but each of the five subsequent events with Domina was etched into his memory. He had truly enjoying being her fuck-boy. Now Kate was about to introduce her new toy cock to his bottom.

He looked quietly at the created condition, reflected in the mirror; that was him at this special moment, standing beside Maris's female lover. They both were in heels, yet Kate was slightly taller.

"Months ago, I got Maris to beg me to fuck her bottom, for I desired her. Today I will not beg serge, since it is my prerogative. I can stuff your tight ring to my content, for Maris, well, she has given me this day and night to determine if I need, or more correctly, if a crave, such a unique person in my group of women."

In the reflection serge saw her hand reaching to touch his mons, "The girdle really helps, you are so flat here, no? I mean, you are a vision serge."

He watched as Kate lifted her hem and her finger parted her puffy moist sex, "I am quite wet serge."

Then Kate took serge's hand, and moved it between her legs. "You have made a soupy mess between my thighs serge." Kate moaned as she continued to hold serge's hand on her wet cunt. She used his fingers to rub her outer lips, then she positioned his long digit at the opening there. Kate moaned as she forced serge's finger inside her vagina.

"Ahh, Maris is missing all of this, hmm," then she said. "Oh, yes, we must have a picture or two," and Kate released his hand and turned to fetch her phone.

Kate used her app and quickly snapped six pictures of her and serge. One was with her atop serge, as she rubbed his girdle encased mons. Another was with serge's face at her pussy, as Kate held his head.

"I have sent these two, to Hannah, see serge?" she showed him the text with the two explicit images, "And the others I have sent to Maris. We both know Maris won't see them, until after I have fuck you though. Maybe your outfit and face will arouse Hannah, hmm? And she will leave the lab work behind, and join us?"

He was surprised by her directness, as she was a serious lesbian, "But Kate you are only into girls," he said softly.

Kate reached to hold his wet fingers, "Well serge, look at what we have here, two women," as she pulled serge up on to his tall white heels. "So your point is?"

The look on her face suggested Kate was being honest with serge. He turned again to the mirror and he stepped closer, to study the person he saw. Kate moved closer as well.

"I recall Hannah telling me you were a looker, but this is a different level, I mean, serge, you look, well sweetie, so feminine." Kate now touch serge's arm.

"I want you!" she said.

He turned when she said this and Kate bent slightly to kiss serge. He was surprised how gentle this kiss was, as he had seen Kate's acting aggressive more than once.

Kate's hands came to the side of his face, "The hair, is helping serge, but there is something else. Maybe something that Maris has known is there, in your spirit, for this is quite surprising. I know you're a guy, and I haven't been with a man in years, but my head is twisted by how you present now serge." Kate stood tall again.

"I want to, well, there is something here," Kate ran her fingers over his red stained lips, "I want to kiss you serge."

The next kiss was amazing, as Kate's passion was deep and her tongue now urgent. She moved to rest her hip on the bed, and serge did so as well. Their lips again opened and Kate's tongue was insistent, as her hand caressed serge. He was shocked as this was almost romantic. Her passionate touch again rubbed across his girdle-restrained mons.

"So flat and yet we both know how you can enter me serge," Kate moaned.

Now she paused and smiled, for serge had found the feeldoe and now held it for her.

"This first serge? You want me to enter you?" and she again kissed him, as he nodded. Her soft smooth lips had aroused serge.

"Yes Kate, please. I need this more than I could have known, please," and Kate turned to allow serge to open her dress.

"Now let me help unzip yours serge," and Kate helped serge remove the sexy white dress, revealing the silky rose' undergarments that covered serge's maleness. Kate reached to serge's brassiere and she held the breast forms, "You like having these don't you serge?"

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Maris awoke from her nightmare with a start; alone and far away. She looked about; it was four-thirty, and quite dark outside her hotel window. She resisted turning on the light. The memory of her dream seemed too real. She laid still, thinking of her lovers, and closed her eyes. Again she fell back into the trance.

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Once asleep again Maris dreamed . . .

Kate bent slightly trying to ease the bulbous end of the toy into her vagina, "Help me serge, lick my cunt for me," he moved quickly and bent down, seemed to enjoy the act of caressing Kate wet pussy.

"Ahh, ah, oh god, there," as serge continued to kiss and lick Kate's pussy, "Oh, there it goes serge." The feeldoe slid into her body. He was near and the shaft rubbed his nose. The black dong now stood lewdly from Kate's pelvis.

"I love this serge," she said as she spread the lube along the shaft. "If Hannah was here, she would have licked your cleft and hole for me, but the lube will do though."

Kate saw the unusual girdle that serge wore, as the back panel scooped high, to allow full access to his bottom.

"Maris had shown me this girdle design weeks ago; I like this nude one best. Here, for you should enjoy this with me," Kate's fingers spread the lube across his exposed butt.

"Remember how I had Hannah fuck Maris months ago? I had Maris standing atop her heels serge, with a loose rope holding her upright. Should we re-arrange the room, so that you can mimic her delightful night serge? Her penetration was filmed," and serge looked about for a camera.

But Kate had stepped away. As she turned serge looked at her, as Kate took from her small purse, the white lace garment.

"I want you to keep quiet now serge," and she pushed the moist thong-panty into his mouth, "Remember, not a word serge."

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Maris awoke again and screamed, though she was alone, and still in Chicago. She noticed the light, as it was now six-thirty and the morning light was evident. She immediately pulled the cord for her phone and dialed the apartment.

"Hello, serge?" He had picked up on the first buzz, "I know it's early, yes, and I am okay. I just needed to ask, are you with anyone right now?" Maris asked softly.

Maris listened, it sounded as if serge was in the kitchen; it was an hour earlier in New York.

"I just needed to hear you, I guess. I miss you serge," Maris said softly.

Again he asked if she was all right, "I had a dream, that's all serge. I'm glad you were there to talk with me," serge said something and Maris missed it.

"What was that? You had a wild dream, and who?" Maris listened as serge explained his nightmare.

"It involved Kate, and Hannah, but you were not there Domina," serge did not describe the dream.

Now Maris decided to withhold her own night, though she was uncertain why, "Well, I had better get off the phone, as there is a meeting in ninety-minutes serge."

Later that evening, on the taxi ride back from LaGuardia, Maris opened her phone and clicked on the file. The dark video began. She hadn't watched it in over a month, but Mistress Kate had sent her a screen shot, with a text sometime before Maris's plane had landed. She didn't received the image until the jet was on the ground:

'just a subtle reminder, I miss you'

The image Kate had attached to her text showed Maris from behind, and Hannah was preparing to push her strap-on into Maris. The image aroused her, but she resisted sending a follow-up.

Maris lowered the volume, as she heard herself moan, from the small speaker, as she saw Mistress Kate pinching her nipples. The quality of the film was quite good, and Kate now lifted Maris's dress hem to get into her panties, first adjusting her position, and then shifting the garters. She watched as Mistress Hannah brought her cocktoy to Maris's bottom.

"Kate, drop the sling so that she can get this dick really wet," Hannah said and now Maris, bit her lip as she watched the video of herself, now kissing the tip of the dildo. Mistress Kate was now in the video kissing her lover.

"Hannah, the pet wants the stick in her ass. Enough of this foreplay," and Kate moved to raise the sling forcing Maris to stand in her black heels. Then Kate stuffed her moist white panty into Maris open mouth.

Maris heard the question, "One more time pet, ask Mistress Hannah for her dick. Ask her to fuck your tight hole."

Maris closed her eyes as the taxi hit a rough spot, and she recalled the moment, when she asked to have her ass fucked by Hannah. Her fingers were rapidly bringing on her release.

A few moments later, she heard the muffled cry from the small screen, and she opened her eyes to see on Hannah's cock entering her bottom. Maris was bounced about in the rear of the cab, and she moaned as she climaxed in the dark. The driver didn't seem aware of her at all. Maris slipped back and adjusted her thong, and settled her hose' and dress. As she considered the joy the small clip had given her, she wondered, why hadn't she made a clip of taking serge's ass, that first time, nearly three months ago. Then she remembered her night's dream, of Kate with serge. Maris was anxious, and wondered how she could prevent Kate from doing something like that with serge? She would insist, of course, that Kate not interfere, but Maris knew that when she was near Kate, with Hannah, and the sex would start, Kate could push her in any direction she desired.

She recalled the small tattoo that she had made high up on her left inner thigh, at Kate's request. That wasn't even a demand. Maris now remembered Kate's statement from the dream, 'maybe she was correct, a sissy does not exist in your head, but Maris fucks you'.

Though Maris enjoyed each day with serge, she knew that her overview of his sexuality was not resolved. He wasn't a normal cuckold, as serge had released her and selected her as his partner. Maris planned to lead serge, and within two years have a child. She had explained this to both of her mistresses. The pegging she had initiated was now quite enjoyable for her, and serge had begun requesting this special attention. Kate's earlier suggestions were nearly all incorporated in her and serge's lovemaking, especially the anal activities. Even the hooks on the bedroom ceiling, were due to Kate's recommendations. Maris was not certain she could allow serge to slip further away from his maleness though.

Maris knew that she alone had the responsibility to guide, and train serge, so that he could continue to fulfill her desires and satisfy her needs. Kate had conditioned her, and she was certain if Kate were allowed, she would focus serge to her own requirements, and away from Maris. Maris was comfortable with serge's new grooming and he was following her lead on style, but most of all, serge had developed a good attitude. In serge's head, Maris was the fundamental authority, and she was supreme. She knew she had to use that authority. This meant with Mistress Kate as well as serge.

When she arrived home, serge was asleep. She considered calling Mistress Kate. Then she walked into the darken room and saw that serge had worn her long cotton nightie. The coverlet was on serge's hip, exposing his cute bottom. Maris allowed serge to sleep without a devise in his bottom, for she knew how distracting it was. Kate had required Maris to use an anal plug, in her bottom at night, for several weeks early in her training, and the near constant arousal was too much. Now she reached to caress serge. His bottom and legs were smooth. He had shaved tonight before bed, as he had been instructed.