I made my way out to the garage. It smelled of polish and petrol. It was a change from the domestic smells and perfume I have got so used to. I wear perfume every day. Now I am so used to it I don’t even notice it. Luca did though.

“Ahh Tesoro, you have come at last.”

Luca was around 50 years old. He had a slight pot belly, and short greying hair. He had what could be described as a “Dad body”. He was wearing a vest and had just been cleaning the limousine.

“You wanted to see me, Luca. Can I get you anything?” I said hoping that was all he wanted.

“Why so cold? You know I love you my dolce fiore.”

I turned to go and he grabbed my waist. Even in my 4-inch heels, he was taller than me. He stood around 6ft 4. My waist was so narrow now. The corset I struggled with every morning made sure of that. Misstress spanked me if I slacked.

He pulled me into his body and I could smell cigarettes, sweat, and aftershave. Masculine smells. I used to smell like that, I thought. I didn’t fight him. It was pointless. He could have overpowered me before the hormones. Now, it would be no problem for him.

He ran his hands up towards my breasts, cupping both of them. His fingers found my nipples. I sighed. It felt good. He pulled down the front of my dress and low-cut bra. My “C” cup breasts spilled out. The cool air felt so good on my nipples. They were very sensitive now.

His fingers pulled and tweaked at me hardening nipples. I moaned and went weak at the knees. He held me up and kissed my neck. I moved it to the side to give him access. I was feeling so turned on. I felt a sensation in my trapped cock. Thank god it doesn’t try to get erect anymore. That was so uncomfortable before the hormones kicked in.

I was never attracted to men, but now? It must be the hormones I reasoned. Female hormones can turn your brain female surely? His hot breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine.

“You are mine, my amate. All mine. Now on your knees. Show me how much you love me.”

I had done this before. I knew better than to refuse. Luca threw an old towel on the floor for me to kneel on. Last time, my mistress punished me for the holes in my stockings. By the time I was kneeling his cut cock was in my face. It smelt of man. It made me want to take it into my mouth. It must be these dammed hormones, a little voice in my head was saying.

I opened my red-coated, plumped-up lips and took as much as possible into my mouth. Luca sighed and said.

“Ohh, you give the best head baby.”

He must have been practicing his English.

I swirled my tongue around the head and stroked the shaft with my hands. He thought I was enthusiastic, but I was trying to get him to finish before he wanted more. He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting. He pushed too far and I choked. He released me.

“Scusa bambina. I am too er.. sexy.”

He hauled me to my feet and pushed me over the front wing of the limousine, There was no stopping him now. He was so full of lust. I felt a slight feeling of pride. I had made this happen. He was so turned on by me he couldn't help himself. Is this what women feel?

He flipped up my skirt and petticoats and I felt his large hands caress my rear through the frilly panties. It felt good. I suppose when you get no sexual attention any attention is good. His fingers curled over the elastic at the top and gradually pulled them down. He snapped my suspenders and ran his hands over my exposed thighs. It felt good and I opened my legs slightly to give him better access.

What was wrong with me? When this happened before I switched off my brain and tried to go to my happy place. Now I was sort of getting into this. His fingers went between my legs and found my shrunken secured shaft. It felt nice, but it was not as sensitive as it had once been. Then his exploring finger went higher.

After the first time I was given to him, mistress saw me crying because of the pain I was was in when he fucked me. She made me wear a plug from then on. She told me it would help stretch me for next time. I had thought it was a one-time thing, but I was wrong. Enzo was generous with my attentions.

I felt the plug being removed and heard a pop as it came out. I felt strangely empty. That never lasted as it was replace with 7 inches of rampant Luca. He slid in slowly, almost tenderly. It still hurt. He was a lot larger than the plug. I felt a stabbing pain in my gut, then felt his balls on my buttocks. He was all the way in.

He kissed the back of my neck and said.

“Are you OK bambina?”

“Yes, but please be gentle.” I said through gritted teeth.

There was pain, but also pleasure. He started to fuck me slowly. With each thrust, it hurt a little less. I started to groan in pleasure. Had I fallen so far? It just seemed that he was fucking the manhood out of me. I felt my toes gripping my high heels through my nylon-covered feet. The restricting corset around my waist, my bare nipples against the cold metal of the car. It was all so sensual. Is this what it is to be a woman?

He quickened his pace. I let out little screams. .

“Uh, Uh , Uh, Ohoo”

“I retire next year bambina. Enzo will grant me a retirement present. I’m going to ask for you. Would you like that? Eh my bambina. Live with your Luca as his wife. You will make a good housewife bambina.”

He gave three hard thrusts into me and I felt him come. My head went crazy. I had a vision of myself in a wedding dress, then standing in a housedress cooking for Luca. I came seconds later. My legs went weak and I started to pass out. Luca caught me and turned me around. He kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I didn’t fight it.

I staggered back to my room and changed my panties and my uniform. After refreshing my makeup I made my way down to the kitchen to make Mistress her coffee. I couldn’t help thinking about what had just happened. Would months on hormones change a man that much? The thought of being married to Luca had pushed me over the edge. Did I really want that? Was I just suffering from a form of Stockholm syndrome?

I knocked and entered.

“At last. I see Luca kept you busy.” She said, noticing my new uniform.

“You may sit next to me Fifi.”

She had never asked me to do that. I sat down on the sofa next to her.

“As you know the baby is due in 2 months. I think you should have a role in its upbringing.”

I couldn’t believe it. Was she going to let me be its father? Would all this end now?

“You..you.mean I can go back to being a man?”

She laughed.

“Of course not! Such a silly girl. I have been looking at other uniforms for you.”

She passed me catalogs with rings around several uniforms. They were old British nanny's uniforms. She wanted me to be the childs nanny.

“I have even chosen you some new lingerie.“

She showed me pictures of 1950s-style bullet bras, corseletts, and girdles. Even worse were the long-legged old fashion knickers. Again these were covered with lace with large bows around the elasticated legs.

Right now, being Lucas wife didn’t seem to be such a bad option.