When I was first recovering, they said it would take a week for the dead skin above the band to fall off.  It took a full 10 days.  I felt this pop and then it was gone. All that was left was just a little piece of dried up stuff and a band on the floor.  I looked down and saw this little button and that was all.  Just then Jean walked in and looked at me.  She told me to follow her to the servants dinning room and had me lay on the table.  She deflated the balloon at the end of the catheter with a syringe and pulled it out.  That felt so good!  Then she snipped at the end of the stitch that held the skin together at the pee hole (it was a long rolling stitch) and slowly pulled on the end with a pair of tweezers.  This also felt strangely good for some reason. 

“Now, take a shower!” she said and I retreated to the servants laboratory and took a long hot shower.  It felt like heaven not to have to wash up in the sink anymore.  I dried off on a full thick towel.  It was amazing how much more human I felt all of a sudden.  I did not notice anything at first since my eyes had soap in them in the shower and I really was not paying attention during the shower, when I washed myself down there.  I was still in a bit of denial.  There were these two beautiful women, all be it a mother and her daughter and I was still quite aware of just how beautiful they were.

When I got out of the shower, the steam had fogged all the mirrors in the bathroom and the fog was quite thick.  I switched on the fan to clear the room and stepped into the bedroom.  That is when I noticed myself in the mirrored closet doors.  My knees wobbled for a moment.  I was quite sexless now.  There was indeed nothing between my legs.  Nothing at all!  Maybe the catheter and the little flap helped with the denial, but now they were gone and there I was.

It seemed like time had just frozen solid.  I stood there for almost hours in my mind but it also may have just been for a moment.  Some things happen in our lives that are so profound that time is irrelevant.  This is surely one of those.  After an eternity, in which I came to grips with the fact that all I have known to this point I will never know again.  I will never see my family again.  How could I.  They would never understand this.  No old friends.  Maybe despair is not quite the word that comes to mind.

That’s when Jean’s hand came to rest on my shoulder.  I turned to look at her.  The hurt puppy eyes were met with kind eyes and a soft smile.  I started to say something but never got past the finger she gently placed on my lips.  After a moment she moved the finger under my chin and just lead me to the bed.  She was, as I now noticed, completely naked.  I must have looked pretty silly just staring at her but she did not seem to notice or maybe took that as a complement.  She smiled at me and motioned to me to join her in bed.

Ok, tell me, you were a man for years.  You know the drill and all.  Now all of a sudden the rules are totally changed.  What exactly are you supposed to do here?  I must have looked pretty stupid, but again this was only met with a smile. I awkwardly joined her there and she guided my lips to hears and as we kissed, she directed my hand to her right breast.  I really had no plans of rushing anything, as I was not really sure what I should do here.  There was a familiar tingling between the legs, but no embarrassing erection.  My hand did find its way down to her vagina.  She then placed very subtle pressure on my neck and directed my mouth to her right breast.  It tasted sweet and became instantly erect.  I played with her nipple with my tung while I tried to suck as much of it in my mouth as I could hold.  She began to ride my finger in her vagina.  I tried to reach her clitoris with my thumb but I could not make my hand go that way.  I felt the hand almost pulling at my hair now and sort of directing me to the neglected left breast.  Her rhythmic riding of my hand was now more noticeable.

This time the tugging at my hair was so obvious, I was sure I was loosing hair as she tried to guide my tong to her now swollen clitoris.  I sucked it into my mouth and dove 3 fingers into her vagina.  The faster I sucked the more she rocked.  She began to moan and stretched her hands down my back.  Then as she rocked harder and faster, she dug her nails deep into my back.  That is the strangest deeply hurtful wonderful feeling.  I cannot describe it but I really did know I was making her feel pretty good.  I cannot ever remember doing that to a woman before.  Just a few minutes and well, sorry but I gotta go.  Then it was over.  She was just laying there breathing deeply and sweating heavily.  She looked at me and just smiled and patted my head.  Then she looked at my back.  There were trickles of blood running down the small of my back.

She called for her daughter.  Without even asking what she wanted, her daughter arrived with some moist towels and a tube of white salve.  Jean got up and left for the bathroom. 

I looked up.  Expecting some kind of embarrassment or something, having just walked in on her mother just having sex with a servant would to most be a bit odd but she did not bat an eye. She toweled off my back and began applying salve to the wounds.  She commented on the fact that she had never actually seen a back in this condition before and that due to the depth and number of scratches, I must have done quite a good job.  I looked up at her, totally embarrassed, and said: “pardon me for being ignorant, but what is your name?  I have been waiting patiently for someone to mention it but nobody has.”

“My ‘Name’ is Jennifer, but nobody calls me anything but Jenny”

“What may I call you?  Or am I limited to Ma’am”

She giggled,  “Do I look like somebody’s Grandma to you?”

“No!”

“Well, don’t call me Ma’am then, call my mom that!  How is your back now?”

“fine thanks”

“Good” she said and jumped into bed and plopped her feet in my lap.  Without saying a thing, I undid her shoes and slid off her socks and neatly tucked them into her shoes.  I slowly worked my thumbs deep into the souls of her feet and worked towards the balls of her feet from her heels.  First the right foot then the left.  I pulled on her toes to realign the bones and rubbed deep into the tops of her feet.  She was now seated in the middle of the bed and grabbed my ears and pointed my head up at her and smiled.  She let go of my ears and started taking off her top.  She jumped out of bed and turned away from me and slid off her skirt almost knocking my face with her beautiful but.  I felt like kissing it but she turned around and said: “ I want a back rub?  Are you up to it.

She bounced into the bathroom and reappeared with a bottle of mineral oil and I resumed work on her feet.  I have to admit, it was a whole lot easier to do the foot rub now, that there was something so beautiful to look at.  I really had a much harder time concentrating on my work and she seemed to not only know this, but was happy as well.  It was as though I approved of her beauty. 

I rubbed the back of her calves and worked my way up to her thighs and she giggled and rolled over.  Now I stood beside the bed and leaned into it.  I was not an especially big guy to start with, but I have always been relatively strong.  I felt the tension melt off as I worked my hands deep into the back sides of her thighs and spent a long time there and on her buttocks.  I re-oiled my hands and worked deep into the muscles on both sides of her spine and worked my way out towards her sides and around almost to her tight firm breasts.  She reached back and stopped my hands.

“Not yet, not here”, she said.  “Just the back”

I worked my hands deep into the back of her neck and up to behind her ears.  She purred deeply and was as relaxed as I had ever seen anyone.

She rolled over and smiled.  “now, lets get that oil and salve off of you, you are really lagging behind in your lessons for today.  Come!” and she got up and I followed her into the shower. 

The shower was very large and easily accommodated 2 people.  She handed me the soap and requested that I remove the oil I had so generously applied to her.  I Scrubbed her with a soft cloth from her head slowly down to her ankles.   She turned around and guided my soapy hands onto her now erect tight little breasts.  She was not a young woman.  She was probably at least twenty-something but if she dressed right she could look much younger.  While I was washing her breasts, she gently placed a hand between my legs.  She flashed me an evil smile and a wink and pushed away and wrenched off.

We toweled off and she handed me a pile of now soaked towels and got dressed.  I delivered them to the laundry chute and headed for the kitchen.  I spent the rest of the day there making salads and helping the more senior servant prepare dinner.

I had my own room now.   I knew it would not be long until a guest would come and I would have to leave.  I guess my sadness was obvious the next day, because Jenny stopped me.  “Why are you so sad today. “

“I am almost trained now.  It won’t be long and I will have to leave”

“And that is a bad thing?”  She asked?

“I really like you and I like it here”

“Believe me, it shows.  We have never had a servant that worked harder at trying to please everybody.  Never.  Not once!  I wish I could keep you.  Mom wishes she could too.  But we do have rent to pay and you will be undoubtedly much better taken care of wherever you end up.  But I will miss you so!”

In the few weeks that followed, I have learned how to cook quite well.  I can do laundry, iron delicate clothing and have a better appreciation of how to dress a woman.  I can now apply makeup and paint finger nails and toe nails.  I am trusted to trim them, but I have yet to learn how to properly apply acrylic nails.  I can arrange a room for a party and can properly set a table.  I even have the what course goes when and what fork to use for each and even what wine to recommend (even though I personally cannot stand wine).

The thing I learned early on was the harder I work to please the ones I care for, the better I feel.  What a change!