Felix to Felicia Ch 08 : Felicia New Home

When they finally arrived at the house that Felicia once called home, a rush of memories washed over her. She had lived here with Emily when she was Felix, Emily’s husband. The house was familiar, yet everything had changed.

Emily, bubbling with excitement, held Felicia's hand as they walked up to the door. “Come on, Felicia,” she said eagerly. “Being here might help you remember.”



Felicia nodded, playing along with Jake's plan, fully embodying her role as the submissive maid with amnesia. "Yes, Miss," she replied softly, her eyes taking in the familiar surroundings with a sense of detachment.

Emily led her through the house, pointing out various items and recounting memories. "This is where we used to have breakfast every morning," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "You always made the best pancakes."

Felicia smiled politely, remaining silent. She could see the pain in Emily's eyes and felt a pang of guilt for the deception, but she was committed to the role Jake had set for her.

As they reached the living room, Emily turned to Felicia with a sad smile. "When you were gone for those three months, I was so sad and lonely. It was the hardest time of my life."

Felicia looked down, her heart aching for Emily. "I'm sorry to hear that, Miss," she said quietly.

Emily sighed and continued, "During that time, I met Jake at a business meeting. He was so kind to me, and he helped me through the loneliness. We grew close, and now he’s often into this house with me. We sleep together in the master bedroom."

Felicia's heart sank at the revelation, but she kept her composure. "I understand, Miss," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Emily gave her a reassuring smile. "You’ll be staying in the spare room on the first floor. We’ll be living together, and you can help us with the house chores. I’ll treat you like a sister, Felicia. We can go to the beauty salon, the spa, shopping, and do all those girly things."

Felicia nodded, trying to mask her shock and pain. "Thank you, Miss," she said, trying to sound grateful.

Emily squeezed her hand. "I know this is a lot to take in, but we're here for you. We'll help you adjust."

Felicia forced a smile and nodded again. "Yes, Miss. I appreciate it."

As they continued the tour of the house, Felicia couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Seeing Emily so happy with Jake made her heart ache. The realisation that her wife was cuckolding her right in front of her eyes was a bitter pill to swallow, but she couldn't blame Emily. It was Felicia's mistake for being missing for months. Now, she had to accept her new reality, her destiny. And despite everything, she was in love with Jake too.

As she settled into the spare room, Felicia's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The life she once knew was gone, replaced by a new reality where she was no longer Felix, the husband, but Felicia, the submissive maid.

Felicia had fully embraced her new life as a maid. She adjusted to the routines of the house, finding comfort in the predictability and simplicity of her duties.

Each morning, Felicia would wake early to prepare breakfast. She ensured everything was perfect for Emily before she left for the office. Emily would smile warmly, appreciating Felicia's efforts.

"Thank you, Felicia. You always know how to start my day right," Emily said, giving Felicia a gentle pat on the back.

"Anything for you, Miss," Felicia replied, her heart swelling with pride at the compliment.

Once Emily was gone, the atmosphere in the house shifted. Jake's presence seemed to fill every corner, his commanding voice breaking the morning's stillness.

"Felicia, come here," Jake called from the bedroom, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Felicia's heart raced as she walked down the hallway. She entered the room with her head bowed, her demeanour submissive. "Yes, Master?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with desire. "It's time to serve your master," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Felicia's breath hitched in anticipation. "Yes, Master," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She moved towards him, her hands already reaching for his belt.

Jake watched her with a smirk, his gaze intense. "You know what to do," he said, his voice a mix of authority and desire.

Felicia nodded, her fingers working deftly to undo his belt and slide his pants down. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with devotion. "You’re so big, Master," she whispered, her voice full of awe as she took in the sight of his erection.

Jake's smirk widened. "Show me how much you appreciate it," he commanded.

Felicia leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his penis. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she began to suck. Jake groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.

"That's it, Felicia. Take me deeper," he urged, his voice rough with pleasure.

Felicia obeyed, taking him as deep as she could, her lips stretched around his girth. She worked her mouth up and down his length, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit in.

Jake's grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting slightly as he lost himself in the sensation. "You're a good girl, Felicia. You take me so well," he praised, his voice full of approval.

Felicia's heart swelled at his words. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with adoration. "Thank you, Master. I love serving you," she said, her voice breathless.

Jake's eyes darkened further. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Felicia scrambled onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours. She felt Jake's hands on her hips, pulling her panties down and exposing her to him.

"You belong to me, Felicia. Never forget that," Jake said, his voice a growl as he positioned himself behind her.

"I won't, Master. I'm yours," Felicia replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Jake entered her slowly, savouring the feeling of her tightness around him. Felicia moaned, the sensation of being filled overwhelming her. Jake began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then gradually picking up pace.



Felicia's moans grew louder, her body rocking with each of Jake's thrusts. "Master, you feel so good," she gasped, her voice high with pleasure.

Jake grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. "You were made for this, Felicia. Made to serve me," he said, his voice rough.

"Yes, Master. I'm yours to use," Felicia replied, her voice full of surrender.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the intensity of their connection growing with each passing moment. Felicia's mind was a blur of pleasure, her body responding to Jake's every move.

Jake's thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax. "I'm going to cum, Felicia. Take it all," he growled.

"Yes, Master. Please... pleeea...see...., fill me," Felicia begged, her voice desperate.

With a final thrust, Jake came, his release filling her completely. Felicia moaned, the feeling of his seed inside her pushing her over the edge. She came with a shudder, her tiny locked penis twitching, a small amount of clear fluid leaking from the tip, her body collapsing onto the bed in exhaustion.

Jake pulled out slowly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're a good girl, Felicia," he said, his voice full of approval.

Felicia looked up at him, her eyes shining with adoration. "Thank you, Master," she said, her voice weak but full of gratitude.

Jake leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Rest now, Felicia. You've earned it," he said, his voice gentle.

Felicia nodded, her body relaxing into the bed. She watched as Jake left the room, a sense of fulfilment washing over her. She had served her master well, and that was all that mattered.

When Emily was home, Felicia played the role of a cute and efficient maid. She served them both with a cheerful demeanour, always ready to attend to their needs. The three of them developed a unique bond, living together in a way that seemed harmonious despite the complexities.

Emily treated Felicia like a sister. They often went shopping together, picking out clothes and accessories that suited their tastes.

"This dress would look perfect on you, Felicia," Emily said, holding up a chic outfit.

Felicia blushed, feeling grateful. "Do you really think so, Miss?"

"Absolutely! You have great taste," Emily replied with a smile. They'd spend hours at the beauty salon, getting their hair styled and nails done. It was during these moments that Felicia felt a sense of normalcy, as if they were just two sisters enjoying a day out.

At night, Emily and Felicia would share intimate conversations, gossiping about various topics while Felicia brushed Emily's smooth hair.

"I really appreciate you being here, Felicia," Emily said, her voice soft and sincere. "You've brought so much peace and order into our lives."

Felicia smiled, feeling a deep sense of fulfilment. "I'm happy to serve you, Miss. It’s my pleasure."

Felicia navigated her roles with grace, balancing her duties as a maid with her secret pleasures with Jake. The lines between servitude and companionship blurred, creating a unique and fulfilling dynamic that Felicia embraced wholeheartedly.

One day, the air in the house felt heavier than usual, laden with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. The doorbell rang, echoing through the hall. Felicia's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door to find Victoria Steele, Emily’s mother and her own mother-in-law, standing there with an imposing presence. Memories flooded back—Victoria was the one who had enrolled her into the institution, setting her on this path of transformation. 

Fear, resentment, and a grudging respect all mingled in Felicia’s chest as she ushered Victoria inside. Emily sat on the sofa, a picture of grace and elegance, while Jake sat beside her, his demeanour calm and composed.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Steele," Felicia greeted, her voice steady despite her internal turmoil.

"Good afternoon, Felicia," Victoria responded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I must say, you’ve adapted quite well to your new role. You were quite the mess before—couldn’t hold a job, always struggling. But look at you now, a cute maid. This suits you much better."

Felicia swallowed hard, unable to meet Victoria's piercing gaze. "Thank you, Mrs. Steele," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to cause any family issues, especially not with Victoria.

As Felicia served tea, carefully placing the delicate cups in front of Emily and Jake, she couldn’t help but feel an unusual tension in the room. Something was different today.

Emily's eyes sparkled with joy as she held out her hand, admiring the beautiful ring that adorned her finger. "Felicia, look at this cute ring," she repeated, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Jake proposed to me, and we’re getting married next spring!"

Felicia’s heart sank even further, and she felt a wave of dizziness as she tried to process the information. "It's... it's beautiful, Miss," she managed to say, her voice shaking. "Congratulations, Miss. I hope you will be very happy with Master."

Emily's smile widened, and she squeezed Jake's hand affectionately. "Thank you, Felicia. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am. Jake is everything I’ve ever wanted."

Jake, looking pleased, wrapped an arm around Emily’s shoulders. "I’m glad to hear that, Emily," he said, his voice warm. "I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world."

Felicia watched as Emily’s happiness radiated from her, a glow that filled the room. She forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside her. "I’m glad, Miss," she said, doing her best to keep her voice steady.

Emily leaned into Jake, her joy unmistakable. "You know, Felicia, when you were gone for those three months, I was so sad and lonely. Meeting Jake was like a miracle. He’s been so wonderful to me, and now we’re going to start a new chapter together."

Felicia felt a pang of jealousy but quickly buried it. She had to play her role. "I’m happy for you, miss," she said softly, bowing her head.

Victoria, who had been watching silently, nodded approvingly. "This is how it should be. A new beginning for all of us."

Emily's eyes lit up even more as she began to elaborate on her dream wedding. "Jake, I want the wedding to be in a beautiful church, with lots of flowers everywhere. Roses, lilies, peonies... I want it to be like a fairy tale. We’ll invite all our family, friends, and business partners. It’s going to be the event of the year!"

Jake smiled at her enthusiasm. "That sounds perfect, Emily. Whatever you want, we’ll make it happen."

Emily turned to Felicia, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Felicia, I want you to be my Flower Girl. You’ve always been a part of my life, and I want to share this happiness with you. You’ve been through so much, and your support would mean the world to me."

Felicia’s heart raced. "Miss, I... I would be honoured," she said, her voice trembling. "Thank you for including me in your special day."

Emily smiled warmly. "Of course, Felicia. You’re important to us, and I want you by my side. We’ll find you a beautiful dress, and you’ll look just perfect. I want you to be happy for us and share in our joy."

Felicia forced a smile, nodding. "I’ll do my best, miss. I’m happy to support you."

Victoria looked at Emily approvingly. "That’s a wonderful idea, Emily. It’s good to see that you’re including Felicia. She’s come a long way."

Emily squeezed Felicia’s hand. "I know this might be difficult for you, Felicia, but I want you to know that you’re still part of our family. We’ll make this a wonderful experience for everyone."

Jake nodded in agreement. "Felicia, you’ve been a great support, and I know you’ll make an excellent Flower Girl. Thank you for being here for us."

Felicia’s eyes welled up with tears, but she quickly blinked them away. "Thank you, Master, miss. I’ll do everything I can to make your wedding perfect."

Emily beamed, her excitement growing. "We’ll start planning right away. I want everything to be just right. The church, the flowers, the guest list... it’s going to be magical. And Felicia, I want you to be involved in all the preparations. We’ll go shopping for dresses, visit the salon, and make sure everything is perfect."

Felicia nodded, her heart heavy but determined to play her part. "Yes, Miss. I’ll help with anything you need."

Emily leaned into Jake, her happiness radiating from her. "This is going to be the best day of our lives, Jake. I’m so excited."

Jake kissed her on the forehead. "Me too, Emily. I can’t wait to marry you."

As Emily and Jake continued to discuss their plans, Felicia stood by, feeling a mix of emotions. Despite her inner turmoil, she resolved to support them and make the wedding as beautiful as Emily envisioned.

Felicia felt a lump in her throat as she tried to compose herself. With a forced smile, she interjected gently, "Excuse me, I just remembered I need to check on something in the kitchen. Please continue, I'll be right back."

Emily glanced at her with concern, noticing the unease in her voice. "Are you alright, Felicia? You seem a bit off today."

Felicia nodded quickly, avoiding direct eye contact. "Yes, just a little tired, that's all. I'll be fine."

Jake, who had been engaged in conversation with Emily, turned his attention to Felicia. "Take your time, Felicia. Don't rush."

She managed a weak smile, grateful for Jake's understanding. "Thank you, Master. I'll be back shortly."

With that, Felicia hastily left the room, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She couldn't bear the thought of Emily marrying Jake, the man she now served as a submissive maid. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she entered her small room, closing the door softly behind her.

Sitting on the edge of her neatly made bed, Felicia buried her face in her hands. "How did it come to this?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with anguish. "I never imagined I'd be in this situation—watching the woman I love marry the man I serve."

She could still hear the echoes of Emily's excited chatter about the upcoming wedding, the joy in her voice as she talked about Jake. "I'll be his Flower girl," Felicia murmured bitterly, the irony not lost on her. "A maid in my own wife's wedding."

Images of Jake and Emily together flooded her mind—their laughter, their shared moments, the intimacy that Felicia could no longer partake in. She hugged her knees tighter, trying to stave off the ache in her chest. "I thought serving Jake would bring us closer," she mused aloud, tears staining her cheeks. "But now... now I'm just a witness to their happiness, a bystander in my own life."

As her tears subsided, Felicia's thoughts took a darker turn. She imagined a future where she was nothing more than a maid and a cuckold, forever serving Jake and Emily. The vivid images of Jake having sex with Emily, Emily becoming pregnant, and Felicia taking care of their baby consumed her mind. She could see herself in the background, cleaning and serving while they built a life together.

A strange mix of sadness and sexual stimulation coursed through her. The humiliation and submission intensified her arousal, despite the overwhelming sorrow. Driven by these conflicting emotions, Felicia reached for the dildo Alexa had given her. She hesitated for a moment, but the need to escape her tormenting thoughts pushed her forward.

She inserted the dildo into her ass, closing her eyes as she imagined herself in her fantasy. In her mind's eye, she watched as Jake and Emily made love passionately in front of her, Emily's belly swelling with Jake's child. The scene both saddened and aroused her beyond measure.



"Oh, Jake," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "I wish I could be more for you, for both of you."

Felicia's body responded to the stimulation, and she began to move the dildo rhythmically, lost in her fantasy. The mixture of pleasure and pain built inside her, driving her to the brink. She imagined herself watching, helpless and humiliated, as Jake and Emily's love grew stronger.

She whimpered, feeling the dildo pressing against her sensitive spots. "Mistress Emily... Master Jake... I'm yours. Always yours."

Her tiny locked penis twitched, and she felt the familiar sensation of precum leaking out. As the climax hit, she sobbed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions. She cried out softly, her voice a mixture of pleasure and despair, until she finally collapsed on the bed, spent and crying.

Felicia lay there, tears streaming down her face, feeling utterly defeated. She knew she was trapped in this life, serving her wife and her master, but a part of her couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction it brought her. She wept for her lost love, her broken dreams, and the strange, bittersweet pleasure she found in her submission.