Life with a Princess

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't even untied the strings of my apron, was
actually in the act of rinsing my hands under the kitchen tap when Pamela - I
mean 'Princess'- came wandering in. She looked around the area, as if
inspecting it. Obviously didn't see anything exciting, so smiled gently at me.
Held out a bunch of yellow silken material.
"Missy?" She said, "there's a few buttons need tightening up on this blouse.
Think you could take care of it?"

She was - is - a beautiful woman. About sizes with me, maybe a little taller.
Has a beautiful complexion, cornflower blue eyes, lustrous blonde hair falling
to her shoulders, a willowy figure, a good carriage, sulky pouty lips and a sexy
expression at all times - what more could any man want in a wife?

I looked at her, a combination of exasperation and adoration coursing through my
mind.
"Pamela? What are you doing? We just got back from our honeymoon this morning.
I've done the unpacking. I've done the wash. I made the dinner. I did the
clean up. Now you're asking me to sew - is that it? Sew buttons on your
blouse? I'm your husband! Not your bloody servant!"

A sort of puzzlement crossed her eyes. "But you're supposed to take care of me.
Isn't that what you promised? Isn't that what you told Dorothy?"
"Of course that's what I promised." I remonstrated. "But I took on the
obligations of a husband! You took on the obligations of a wife!"
"But Dorothy said .." She started.
"I don't care what your mother said." I said recklessly. "We have to establish
a relationship - and that reminds me. I think you should start calling me
'Mike'."

Her puzzlement was replaced by a sort of surprised amusement. "But everybody
calls you Missy. Why should I call you Mike? That's silly!"

I gritted my teeth. "My name is Michael Mitson. Always has been. Just because
the people in your mother's office started calling me something based on my last
name doesn't mean that you have to.."
"But your name isn't Michael Mitson any more, is it? Didn't you change your
name to mine when we got married?" She retorted with a little giggle. "Isn't
your legal name now 'Mr. Pamela Laird?"
She gave a little shrug of her shoulders and added. "Or would you rather be
called Pamela?"
"This is silly!" I argued. "You may have a point. But you are Pamela. I'm
Mike. We're married. I'm the husband, you're the wife!"

"Ok." She replied carelessly. "You're the husband. I'm the wife. If that's
all you need to make you happy. Now? Will you tighten up the sewing on these
buttons. This is one of my favorite blouses.."
"Sewing is a wife's job! Cooking is a wife's job! Looking after a husband is a
wife's job! Don't you understand?" I interrupted, letting my aggravation show.

Another curious expression crossed her face. "You expect me to do my own
sewing? And all that other kind of stuff?"
"Yes." I said patiently. "Just like all the other wives in the world."
She still seemed confused by all of this, as if it was something she'd never
considered - or even heard of before.
"And you called me 'Pamela'" she added, as if remembering this suddenly.
"Isn't that your name?" I asked with a little sarcasm.
"Everybody calls me 'Princess'" she said.
"That's ridiculous!" I replied. "You can't have a husband going around calling
you by the pet name your mother uses."
"Oh!" Was all she said, walking out of the kitchen, her blouse still in her
hand.

I actually felt a little sorry for the poor dear, but thought that an
introduction to the real aspects of married life was badly needed.

She didn't talk much to me that evening, and we didn't have sex again in bed.
As we had been married for over two weeks by that time and hadn't consummated
our marriage yet, it didn't come as much of a surprise. With all the traveling
and clean-up I'd worked at that day, I was pretty tired though, so fell asleep
before I'd time to think about it too much.

The following morning I left her sleeping as I got ready for work. I'd intended
to leave her breakfast for her to make herself but relented - after all, I had
been quite firm the night before - so made the coffee just the way she liked it,
poured her juice, prepared her cereal, and left her newspaper propped beside her
place mat just the way she'd told me she liked it. I actually thought of asking
her for some money to get my hair cut - it was actually getting far too long,
even for my pony tail - but decided against it. She could get quite grumpy if
awakened too early.

The girls at the office were all pleased to see me back, making sly remarks
about how tired I looked around the eyes. Alice, the office girl, brought me my
mug of coffee just the way I like it. I did say a little about how lovely Kauai
had been but phones started ringing so we were all busily engaged when Dorothy
came in.

My mother in law is a commanding presence. Tall, burnished copper hair,
piercing blue eyes, immaculately made up and coifed at any given time, a deep
contralto voice to complement her usual office attire of tailored, yet feminine,
suits and blouses. A woman of great confidence - and one that terrifies the
living shit out of me. I hid this fear, or so I thought, quite well.
"Hi Missy!" She called out as she came into the office. "Survived, did you?"
"Barely. Dorothy, barely." I joked back in the same tone.
She smiled a tight little smile, then went into her private office.

At that particular time, I held a sort of position in the office. It had never
really been defined, but it had some power as the girls - Mary, Jan, Liz, and
Gretch (short for Gretchen I think) who were the senior girls all deferred to my
opinion in things great and small. These girls were all extremely competent and
confident. Alice, the office girl, was younger. She was extremely feminine and
the other girls teased her about this on an ongoing basis. Not meanly of course
- more like older sisters giving the baby of the family a hard time.

Before I'd married Pamela (Princess) I'd worked there about six months. At
first the relationship with the girls had been extremely formal. Everyone,
except Dorothy of course, called me 'Mr. Mitson'. Where it had started, I'd no
idea, but gradually, this had been changed to 'Mitson', then 'Mitsy' then,
somehow or other, I'd discovered that they all were calling me 'Missy'. I'd
wanted to comment on this a number of times, but never could seem to pick the
right moment.
What made this feminine connotation of my name stand out was the fact that, in
contrast, their names were all so short - and authoritative somehow. The only
exception was Dorothy - which was the name that everyone used when speaking to,
or of, her - and Alice, of course.

To tell the truth, I was shy of women. When Princess started coming around the
office, I was amazed to discover first of all that she thought me 'cute'. Then,
somehow, we seemed to have established an 'understanding'. I was confused, but
what young man wants to admit that he's no idea why an attractive, rich, young
woman is interested in him? We dated a few times, but it was more her taking me
out than the other way around.

An interview with Dorothy established a prenuptial agreement - and somehow or
other made it a fact that I took on Pamela's name as my own. (I don't know what
cock and bull reason Dorothy came up with - but I gave in on that - as I gave in
on other matters). The wedding was quiet and private. After the ceremony we
flew to Kauai and spent two weeks lolling on the beach in front of Dorothy's
house there - at least Pamel - I mean Princess - lolled about while I prepared
meals and drinks. Now we were home, and I was rather pleased at the amount of
backbone I'd started to show.

Some time later, I was quite surprised to hear Liz say. "Well! Here's the bride
herself! Hi Princess! You're looking nice and tanned."
Princess was pleased with the attention and preened in front of all the girls
for a little while as they complimented her on her appearance and clothes - and
her tan of course. She smiled distantly at me but, as I was on the phone at the
time, just walked by me into Dorothy's office with a tiny wave. She was
carrying a shopping bag. 'Spending money again' I thought. 'Have to get her
out of that habit'.

I was still on the same phone call when Dorothy came out of her office.
"Missy! My office please! On the double!" She said loudly.
I gulped. She was mad about something. God! Was she ever. Quickly I
terminated my conversation and scurried into her office, all of the girls
averting their eyes as I did so.
"Shut the door Missy." She said kindly enough, "then come over and sit here."
I shut the door, confused. She sat in her normal big chair but instead of it
being behind her desk, it was pulled out onto the carpeted area. Princess sat
in the couch on the other side of the office. I was confused because there
weren't any other chairs close to Dorothy. I smiled hesitantly.
"Where Dorothy? Where do you want me to sit?"
"Here!"
"But there isn't a chair.."
"On my lap silly! On my lap! Get your tush over here. We're going to have a
little family discussion, and I want to keep it friendly. Ok?"

I certainly didn't want an unfriendly discussion with this woman, so walked to
her and, gingerly, lowered myself onto her lap. She put an arm around my
shoulders and pulled me back.
"Very good Missy! Now lean back into my shoulder. Cuddle in. There, that's
it! Comfy?"
"Yes Dorothy." I whispered.

She stiffened underneath me. "There! That's one thing we need to take care of
immediately. We're all family now, the three of us, right?"
"Yes Dorothy. You're right.."
"So enough of this 'Dorothy' business. I want you to call me 'Mummy'."
"Eh?" I said. "Mummy? But that sounds... Well, kinda childish. And everybody
calls you Dorothy - even Pa - I mean Princess."
"But I want you to call me Mummy. Isn't that enough for you? Do you want to
displease me?" She was whispering in my ear now, but there was a threat there,
with little or no attempt to hide it.
"Oh no!" I said quickly.
"Oh no what?" She demanded.
"No Mummy." I surrendered.

She relaxed and directed her next comment to Princess. "See? Wasn't I right? I
just knew that Missy here would be nice and agreeable. Didn't I tell you?"
"Yeah Dorothy, but what about..." Princess said.
"Hush Princess." Dorothy said gently. "Now, I'm going to tell you - and all the
girls in the office to tell me if Missy ever calls me anything but Mummy again."
She turned her mouth into my ear again and whispered. "It'd be, well, just like
you didn't want to admit that you're part of my family. Wouldn't it? And you'd
want to be reminded if you forgot, wouldn't you Missy?"
Red faced with humiliation, I replied. "Yes Mummy."

"There! That's settled." She said, allowing me to raise myself to a little
more erect position. "Now what's this about you refusing to do a little sewing
job for Princess? And all this nonsense about you being the husband, and her
being the wife? What's got into you? If I remember rightly you sat in my home
and assured me that you would do everything in your power to take care of my
little Princess."
"But I can't sew Mummy. I don't know how!" I protested.
"Well! Is that all it was? Why didn't you say so? I mean, you can learn,
can't you? And you want to learn, eh?"
"But Mummy?" I asked despairingly. "It's normally - well - usually the woman
who does things like that in a marriage."
"Like what?"
"Well? Like sewing and cooking and cleaning and..."

"That's ridiculous and it's the most sexist thing I've ever heard!" She
snapped. "You mean to tell me that you expect my Princess to cook and clean -
and all that other shit - for you?"
"Well, no Mummy. It's just..."
"Missy! You're really aggravating me. Are you going to sit here and refuse to
meet your agreement. If you are...?"
"Oh no Mummy! Oh no!" I dithered. "Nothing like that. Oh no! Nothing like
that at all."
"So you'll take care of Princess, just like you promised?"
"Yes Mummy."

She relaxed. "Princess? Go and ask Alice to come in her, would you and, while
you're at it? Ask Liz to move all of Missy's stuff down to that vacant desk
beside Alice's - he's going to be working alongside her for a while."
As usual, Princess pouted a little as usual at being asked to do anything but
stood up and shrugged. "Isn't Missy going to need this?" She asked, touching
the shopping bag she'd brought in with her.
"Oh yes. I'd forgotten that." Mummy said. "Give it over here."
Princess handed it over on her way out of the office. A few seconds later,
Alice peeked her head around the office door.
"You want me Dorothy?" She piped, smiling. Then a puzzled expression crossed
her eyes as she saw me sitting on Mummy's lap.

"I want you to teach Missy here how to sew properly." Mummy said. "For
practice? Teach her - I mean him - how to sew buttons on blouses first. Like
this one." And she reached into the bag and pulled out the yellow blouse from
the night before, then handed it to Alice, who immediately inspected it.
Alice smiled. "Oh that's easy. I'd be glad to do it. There isn't much work
here at all."
"That's very nice of you dear." Mummy said, "but Missy wants to learn how to do
it right, wants to please Princess don't you Missy? And don't you need lots of
practice, eh?"
"Yes Mummy." I whispered.
"So what I want?" She continued talking to Alice. "Missy is moving down to
beside your desk. Today I want you to cut all of the buttons off the blouse and
have Missy sew them on again until you're completely satisfied that they're sewn
back on properly. You know? Nice and neat and delicate. Have him do them a
number of times if necessary. Then, for the next month or so after that I want
you two to spend all your time together. By the end of that time Alice? I want
Missy to be an accomplished little housewife. Isn't that what you want too,
Missy?"

I thought I'd reached the end of my humiliation later when, after I'd agreed to
everything and was sneaking out the door, Mummy cracked the whip some more.
"And guess what Alice? Missy was too shy to mention it to you, but wants to say
'thanks' in a very special way, don't you Missy?"
I looked at her, dazed, no idea what she was talking about.
"Want me to tell her?"
I pretended a smile and nodded.
"Missy'll do the coffees for you - and if you want, he'll run little errands for
you when you don't have the time. Isn't that nice?"

"But I don't need any errands run, Dorothy - it's the other girls..." Alice
giggled, then the implication hit her. "You mean he'll run errands for the
other girls? Oh, he couldn't! I mean he'd be so embarrassed.."

Alice was the one embarrassed at first but I guess the sight of me sitting
making dainty little repairs to a feminine garment gradually reduced her respect
for me. I was making, serving, and cleaning up the coffee cups by
that afternoon - that is, when I wasn't working on my sewing. Mummy took all of
my other assignments away and spread them amongst the other girls. Actually
gave Alice quite a lot. "As he'll be doing a lot of your work now Alice,"
she'd explained, "you'll have more free time."

Princess dropped by to inspect my work before she left. Smiled approvingly at
my efforts. "Isn't Missy so nice, girls?" She called out. "It isn't many
husbands do this kind of thing for their wives, is it?"
And the girls came by to examine my progress and agree that I had to be the
sweetest husband in the world - and didn't I have the tiniest little hands for
sewing?

Alice was a competent, though firm, teacher. By the end of that day, she was
complimenting me on the tiny stitching I had become capable of. "You've done
well Missy." She told me. "Now tonight? Ask Princess if she has any repairs
she wants done to her lingerie. If she does, bring them in tomorrow and we'll
work on that. Of course, if she wants anything else done, you'd better bring
that in first."

The announcement about me calling Dorothy 'Mummy' was made later that day. I
also discovered that my workday would from then on be only six hours Monday
through Thursdays - to allow me enough time to get home and cook dinner. I was
also given Fridays off to provide me enough time to 'help' Princess with the
housework. This occasioned some jealousy from the other girls at first - but
they knew damn well who was actually going to be doing the housework at my place
- and they got such a kick out of hearing me call Dorothy 'Mummy' that it was
soon forgotten.

At home that evening, Princess was really nice to me as I was tidying away the
dinner dishes I'd just washed.
"I'm really sorry Missy. I didn't want to bring Dorothy into our first quarrel
- but I hope you see that I just had to. You were being so unreasonable - and
see? It didn't take too long for you to learn how to do a nice job of fixing my
blouse, now did it?"
I blushed though whether at the compliment, or the reminder of the spineless way
I'd behaved, I couldn't tell. Thought it might now be a good time to ask, with
her being in an apologetic frame of mind.

"Dear? Could you possibly give me money for tomorrow?"
"But I always give you lunch money." She replied.
"I meant a little extra." I wheedled, smiling sweetly.
She frowned a little. "What for?"
"I really need a haircut. It's getting awfully long." I said.
"Let's see." She said. "Take the band off, and let your hair down."

I took the rubber band off and could feel my hair fan out at the back.
"Mmmmm." She said, feeling my hair. "You really have pretty hair. Nice body.
But I don't think I want you cutting it just yet. Can't really understand why
you'd want to. So maybe later. Ok?"
I knew better than argue. "Oh sure dear. That's fine." I said picking up the
rubber band.
"But hold on a minute." She said. "Here, let me try something to help show
your hair off. C'mere."
She led me across the room to a coffee table. A piece of scarlet lacy material
lay there. Then she twisted my hair into a sort of loose braid, then inserted
it through the scarlet band. It was elasticized, so held my hair in place.
Horrified, I knew that I was wearing a girl's lace hair band.

"There!" She smiled happily. "Just knew it needed something. Now doesn't that
look much better?"
I sighed inwardly, frightened to show any sign of disagreement. I looked in the
mirror, put my hand up delicately to the back of my head. Pretended to consider
her point.
"Oh yes dear. It makes it much tidier." I said agreeably.
"I meant prettier! Don't you think you look much prettier?" She asked.
I reddened. "Well. Now that you mention it, I guess you're right. Much
prettier."
"Well?" She asked.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to thank me for making you prettier?"
"Thank you Princess." I said as gratefully as I could.
"De nada." She smiled regally, with a tiny wave of her hand.

I started to untie my apron strings, but then the shock hit me. I'd forgotten
to ask her if she need any sewing repairs to any of her other clothes. What
would she - or Mummy - say if they found out I'd ignored Alice's order? I spoke
quickly.
"Oh, almost forgot Princess. Do you need any more sewing repairs to anything?"
She thought for a second or two.
"Yes. I'm pretty sure I do. There's at least one of my slips, and a couple of
my nightdresses have what looks like the start of seams splitting. Why? Do you
want to work on them just now?"
"Oh no dear." I said. "Alice just though she could show me how to do different
kinds of sewing tomorrow. I was going to take them to work."

"Very good! What a nice idea. Isn't it nice of Alice to take the time to show
you all this neat stuff? Here, I'll go and get them."
"Oh, there's no hurry." I said. "You can give them to me in the morning."
"Well, I was going to ask you to rinse out my undies anyway," she said "this
way, you can do the ones needing repair as well."
"Rinse out your undies?" I faltered.
"If you don't mind? And give them a touch up with an iron as well? I like my
undies nice and fresh feeling. And I sure wouldn't want you to take something
into work that wasn't freshly laundered either. Wouldn't want any of the girls
thinking that you weren't taking proper care of me, would I?"

Actually, I rather enjoyed rinsing her delicate undies out, they felt so soft,
silky, and luxurious. I put them on a cool dry cycle in the dryer not wanting to
damage them and, following Princesses advice, took them out while they were
still a little damp so that they'd iron nicely.

She let me set up the ironing board so that I could watch television with her,
and iron at the same time. I was really nervous as I'd never ironed anything
before, let alone such delicate satiny underthings, but I used a cool iron and
took a lot of care, so was quite pleased when I'd done everything without
mishap. I actually felt quite proud at the small piles of vibrantly colored and
pastel panties, slips, and nighties stacked in front of me by the time I'd
finished. I'd even given her garter belts (Princess abhors panty hose) a touch
with the iron as well, so she was thrilled at my thoughtfulness as well - "Marta
never did them for me" she said. "I'll let you know if I can tell the
difference tomorrow." She added.

At this point, I should probably let you in on a few things that I've forgotten
to mention. Before our wedding, Princess had lived with her mother in a
penthouse suite in the building we currently stayed in - two floors above our
current residence, an apartment much bigger than our actual needs - given to us
by Dor - Mummy as a wedding present. From the moment she was born, Princess was
treated like royalty. I've no idea what happened to her father, he just seems
to have disappeared, and it is not too smart to even raise the subject of
fathers around Princess or her mother.

On the subject of money, I'd made myself completely dependent on my wife. Mummy
had indicated that she felt Princess was in need of experience in controlling
the finances of running a home. Accordingly, my wages were automatically
deposited in Princesses checking account. (I'd been under the impression that it
was going to be a joint account, but obviously must have misunderstood).
Princess wasn't keen on handing me any money. I had to account for every dime I
spent - and give her the change from my daily allowance. Lunchtime was always
humiliating - I had to sit (usually) with three women and calculate to the penny
what my share of the bill - and tip, was.

Marta was her mother's maid. Had been for years, and was totally devoted to the
family - me excluded. She was of some mid-European origin, and had a touch of a
Slavic pronunciation in her speech, but I could never quite place it. A hive of
energy. Always neat and efficient in a series of maid's uniforms and aprons.
Quite soon after our return Princess started comparing everything I was doing to
how Marta would have done it - and usually to my detriment.

I found, to my sorrow, the very next day that I had better not be too far behind
Marta's level of excellence.

I'd thought I'd been very good. At the office, I ran some errands for Liz and
Gretch. Alice helped me deliver the coffees, though I did have to do the clean
up myself. She'd also shown me how to effect the tiny repairs necessary for
Princess's lingerie. I'd had to rip some of my attempts out a number of times,
but Alice told the other girls that I showed a really good aptitude as a
seamstress. She even had me take in a sample of my work that she was really
impressed with and show it to Mummy.

Mummy got the strangest expression on her face as she looked at it. It happened
to be a full length slip. Light blue satin, with lace trim in a sort of beige
shade.

As she turned it over and over in her hands, I had the feeling that she wasn't
inspecting my work at all. She really couldn't have been, as she was staring at
me rather intently with only her hands running over the material again and again
while she made little appreciative noises deep in her throat.
"You're starting to please me Missy. Do you know that?" She purred.

I blushed. More and more, I was reddening at what was being said to me. In
many respects I knew it was embarrassment at being talked at, as if I was some
sort of little girl. In others, it was as if I was feeling complimented for
things that I'd never been noticed for before.

She smiled, as if she knew my innermost feelings.
"You blush so nicely. All pink and girlish, but there's nothing wrong with
that. I mean, it's got to be fun working with these pretty things of
Princesses, eh?" She asked.
"Yes. Well, no. I mean, yes I guess." I stammered.
"Ever thought of trying something pretty like this on? I'd bet Princess
wouldn't mind." She was holding the slip up towards me. "Bet it'd fit. Maybe
a little big for you, but you'd look really cute in something satiny like this -
don't you think?"

I took a deep breath, trying to find my composure. Somehow, I knew that if
something didn't happen quickly, my mother in law was going to have me wearing
the slip she was holding in her hands. Luckily, Gretch came bursting into the
office with an emergency. I managed to sneak out in the resulting confusion
and, other when I delivered her coffee, didn't see Mummy for the rest of the
afternoon.

Living close to the office, I didn't need to drive. It was a glorious
afternoon, so I took my time getting home. It dawned on me that the only
freedom I was being allowed was between the apartment and the office. At all
other times of the day or night, I was under the control of my wife, my mother
in law - or lets face it, Alice the office girl. I dawdled, there was no
question about it. I probably took about ten minutes more than I normally take.
Then I discovered that even my travel to and from my work was not to be mine
either.

"Where have you been!" Princess snapped at me the minute I got home.
"Walking home." I explained. "It was such a lovely day..."
"You didn't ask my permission!" She barked.
"Oh c'mon Princess!" I started. "Since when do I have to.. Ow! Ow! Ow!"
My remarks were cut short with Princess grabbing one of my ears and pulling me
along into the kitchen.
"Just be quiet and listen!" She snarled. "I'm extremely unhappy with you
today. I was going to punish you the minute you came home. Do you think I feel
any kinder to you when I have to wait another ten minutes? Do you?"

I could only yowl, she was twisting my ear so hard as she pushed me through the
door opening.
"Get in there where you belong! Start getting dinner ready. And I better not
hear another word out of you until after dinner! And? Go put a nice frilly
apron on Missy - and your hair band. Be a nice little sissy Missy for
Princess!"

I found a hostess type apron. Quite small, made of a sort of lace material, and
scarlet in color to match my hair band. Then I started preparing dinner. I was
scared to let Princess see me in case the apron wasn't what she wanted, but when
I went to set the table I had to pass by her. She nodded her head approvingly,
then spoke in a far nicer tone.
"Yes. That's better. Go and get me a drink. Gin and tonic - there's a girl."

Mummy had referred to me as a 'her' earlier, but then corrected herself. My
wife was now referring to me directly as a girl. I felt a surge of shame within
me, but said nothing. Even managed a little smile as I went and did her
bidding. When I brought her drink back I then proceeded to demonstrate why I
was being treated the way I was. She smiled nicely at me as she took the drink
from the tray. I think she was just as astounded as I was when I bobbed a
little curtsey. I'll never know what possessed me, it was over and done before
I had a chance to even think about it.

She put her drink on the end table beside her and clapped her hands quietly.
"How nice!" She beamed. "That was really nice. Thank you dear." Then she
picked her drink up and took a sip, then looked at me again, nodding.
"Very good. You can go now Missy."
And damned if I didn't do it again! Scarlet with a mixture of rage,
humiliation, and anger at my own spinelessness, I turned and left the room, the
sound of Princess's giggles following me.

She had me take the apron off before I sat down to dinner, though I did have to
keep the hair ribbon on. I had made a nice Caesar salad and she was very
complimentary about it. As I rose to start clearing the table, she said
quietly. "No Missy. Sit for a minute."
I lowered myself back into my chair. Fearful of what was coming. She gave me a
stern look.
"You know why I was mad at you of course?"
I allowed myself an inward sigh of gratitude at her use of the past tense.
"No Princess. Honestly, I don't. Honest." I breathed sorrowfully.
"Oh come on! You must know of the careless job you did when you ironed my
undies. One of my slips and a couple pair of panties were just very poorly
done."
My mouth dropped open. "But Princess! It was my very first time. I'm sorry if
I did something wrong. But I don't know what it was. I really tried to be
careful."
"Careful indeed! It was a careless, sloppy job of ironing - that's what it was,
and I'm not used to wearing my lingerie, feeling as if it were some kind of
dishrag!"

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry!" I gasped, getting worried again.
"I was going to put you over my knee and give you a damn good spanking." She
said confidently. "But you've been so nice this evening - and I've come up with
an idea that might not be so hurtful for you. After the dishes are done, come
and see me."
I saw my chance to get in some more brownie points. "I was going to rinse out
the stuff you wore today Princess."
It worked fairly well. A little smirk of satisfaction crossed her face.
"Well I won't delay you too long. I'd tell you more, but I don't want to
overload your little brain. So run along now."

Gratefully, I rose from the table and hurried into the kitchen. My obedience
had won me some respite from whatever it was she had planned to punish me with.
If I kept it up, maybe she would forget it altogether.

This, however, was wishful thinking on my part. When I reported back to her,
she instructed me to go into the shower. Gave me some spray on stuff and a
ladies safety razor, and explained just how smooth I was to be when I reported
to her again.

Completely denuded of all body hair, and powdered with her favorite talc, I
reported to her about an hour later. She had indicated that she would give me a
thorough inspection, so I just threw a robe on, then met with her in our
bedroom.

She grinned as she inspected under my arms and around my privates. Sniffed with
appreciation as she caught the delicate scent I was now imbued with. Luckily, I
hadn't cut myself anywhere which pleased her no end.
"Ok Missy. You've done a good job. Now, out of that robe and into these."
With that, she held up a handful of ladies undies.

I paused, recognizing a set of crimson and black lace-edged teddies and panties
I'd ironed the night before. There were a garter belt and nylons in her hand as
well. I licked my lips nervously.
"Ha ha Princess. You're joking, aren't you?"
"Stop your babbling. Step into these panties." She commanded, holding them out
in front of me, opened.
"Please?" I said, but stepped into the flimsy garment. She pulled them up into
position.
"Please what?" She giggled, giving my backside a sharp slap. "Let me get this
garter belt on you. Stand still now!"

It didn't take long for her to fasten it around me, then pull the suspender
straps down through the panty legs. "Now, step into the teddies." She said.
"There! That's a good girl!"
Seconds later, I was in the teddies. Quickly, she pulled the straps up and had
me slide my arms through the shoulder straps, then she snapped a little belt
thing that fastened under my crotch. I was now enclosed in the satiny underwear,
with suspender straps hanging uselessly down my thighs. In some sort of
defensive move, I hugged myself.

"Oh stand up straight for goodness sake!" She snapped, punctuating her comment
with a resounding spank on my satin covered buttock. It stung, and I squealed,
but straightened up to her satisfaction.
"I wasn't going to have you wear a bra," she said going to a drawer and pulling
one that matched what I was wearing, "but the teddy just hangs on you and you
need something to fill it out. Luckily, this bra has a little padding, so we
probably won't need anything else. Here, stop being so bloody useless! Give me
a hand!"

And, with some pulling and stretching, I was wearing a bra as well. A few
minutes later, I had been shown how to put nylons on properly, keeping the seams
straight, and how to adjust the suspender straps for proper fit.

Then she said, "I don't think my shoes will fit you, but there's a pair in the
spare bedroom I was going to give to the goodwill. They're a little big for me,
but they might just fit you. Away and get them. We'll see how they are when
you get back. But here, before you do. You can put your apron and hair braid
on. They're not a perfect match, but they're not bad."

Minutes later, I was searching through the goodwill bag in the spare bedroom.
Walking there had been an experience. The shame at being dressed and treated
like a girl - by my wife for goodness sake! - Was still there, but there was an
underlying breathy excitement as well. The feeling of the dainty straps at my
shoulders, back, and thighs. The little tugs and compression’s of satins and
lace touching other layers of exotic materials next to my skin was incredible.
And not to be denied, a sort of wondrous excitement at being under the complete
control of my increasingly dominant wife. What was she going to do to me next?

I found the shoes but didn't try them on. Carried them back with me to the
bedroom. As I got to the door, I heard her say , "Oh that's a good idea! Bring
them along as well then, would you dear?" And she hung up the phone.
I didn't know who she was talking to, more concerned about the shoes in my hand.
They actually fitted me quite well, but they were a little high in the heel.
"It's not that I care about that," she said. "But they really do clash with the
rest of your outfit. Never mind. I've got something else that might work.
Before we put them away for the night, let's see how well you can walk in them."

She had me walk up and down the room a number of times. Even I could sense my
growing capability the sixth or seventh time. Then the door bell rang.
"That'll be Marta." Princess said. "Away and get the door for her Missy,
there's a girl."
I blanched. "But...But.."
"Missy!"
She gave me a sharp slap on my behind. Quickly, I scurried downstairs, then
opened up the front door for Marta.

She stood there, eyes narrowed, inspecting me. "If you worked for me, young
lady, you'd learn to dress properly, not running around like a floozy in your
underwear. I don't know how Princess puts up with it. You'd better never let
Dorothy see you that way! Here! Take these to your mistress!" She was holding
out two pairs of shoes.
"I'm not a lady." I said sharply, "and I won't have you.."
She reached in through the doorway and took a firm grip of my earlobe.
"Damn right you're not a lady!" She snarled. "You're a damned pansy-sissy.
That's what you are! Here!" And she let my ear go as she pushed the shoes
towards me.

"Aren't you coming in, Marta?" I said, docile now, taking the shoes from her.
"Maybe Princess wants to talk to you?"
"No. I know she's busy. If the shoes don't fit, bring them back to me. Right
away."
"Thank you Marta." I said meekly to her back as she turned and walked down the
hall.

On the way back upstairs, terror started to mount in me. Suppose the shoes
didn't fit? If I told Princess what Marta had said, would she send me up two
flights of stairs to return the shoes? Somehow, I was sure she would - and the
thought of going out in public in my new undies was more than I could bear.

But I needn't have worried. Marta's shoes fit me perfectly, and the heels were
reasonable in height. I couldn't figure it out. Marta had sent two pairs. The
pretty red ones that matched my undies with the heels was the pair I was
wearing. The others were a pair of low heeled brogues - almost like a pair I
owned myself.

Princess had changed into a pair of lounging pajamas and a matching robe while
she'd had me practicing walking in my new shoes. She sat at the chair in front
of her dressing table.
"Over here Missy. You can take the pins out of my hair, and give it a good
brush. Here, use this brush."

And, my hair in a lacy tie, my body encased in scarlet satin teddies, my legs
encased in smoky nylon, and wearing high heels, I stood like any lady's maid and
brushed my wife's long blonde hair. Every so often, her hand would snake out
behind her, and she'd caress my legs or tease the ruffled edge of my teddies or
panties.

After about ten minutes, she finally spoke. "You know why I've made you wear
these pretties, Missy?" She purred.
"Because I didn't iron them properly?" I asked hesitantly.
"Well that's the basic reason of course, but it's mainly to let you feel just
how uncomfortable it is to be wearing improperly ironed undies. Now do you
understand?"

I licked my lips nervously. "Not really Princess."
"Well you can tell the difference between them and properly ironed ones
- surely?"
Before I could respond, she giggled. "Oh, how stupid of me! You've never
really worn properly ironed undies, have you? So how could you possibly tell?
I can be so dopey at times!"

She giggled a little to herself for a moment then stood up. "There, that's
enough. Why don't you sit down, and I'll do your hair. Doesn't that sound like
fun?"
It didn't actually, but I wasn't going to be so stupid as say something like
that. In all honesty though, once she'd removed my hair band and had been
brushing my hair for a few minutes, I did find it very relaxing. So much so
that I got sleepier and sleepier.

In a real daze, I sleepily realized that she had stopped brushing my hair. I'd
been feeling the soft touch of her fingers at my throat, behind my ears and, for
some reason, at my wrists. Her touch was unusually cool, and a delightful
fragrance seemed to be enveloping us. I found myself leaning more into her
body, then her hands were tilting my face up towards her, and she was now
touching my lips, gliding her finger smoothly across them, giving feather light
little touches.

Then, I discovered that my mouth was sort of sticking together, and there was a
'perfume' taste on my tongue. I opened my eyes just in time to see Princesses
face coming down onto mine, her eyes gleaming in a way I'd never seen before.
Her hands were now behind my head, and she lifted me up until our lips met. We
hadn't kissed all that much, but this was far different than anything I'd ever
felt before.

There was still an element of 'stickiness' between us, and the her scent seemed
stronger somehow. Then, one of her hands left the back of my neck and started
down my body, caressing me under the satin clothing. The next thing, I was up
from the chair, and being led to the bed. On the way there, I had the
realization what was going on. It was my perfume I was smelling. It was my
lipstick that I was tasting, and I was being led to the bed like any young
bride.

And we consummated our marriage there. As to who played the normal roles, I've
no idea. I did have the male instrument, but I'm pretty sure it was used by her
in the manner she wanted. I was simply there as a sort of living vibrator -
with feminine trappings. I can't say I minded though - it was glorious. We
both came about the same time, then lay panting on top of the bed. I fell
asleep almost immediately.

I awoke to find her lips on mine, her arm possessively around me. I snaked my
arms around her neck and lifted my lips to kiss her. She climbed on top of me.
Straddled me, looking down and grinning a soft seductive smile. Traced her
fingertips down the underside of my arms.
"You're nice and soft.. Know that? I should have you put on a pretty nighty
last night. You're so like a girl. Do you like being all soft and silky and
sweet smelling? All submissive? I'll have to get you a new name - Melissa?
Priscilla? Margaret? Any of these you like?"

I couldn't help it. Giggled, and the sound that I made was decidedly girlish,
even to my ears. "Oh c'mon Princess." I then protested weakly. "That's not
fair."
"What's not fair? What on earth are you talking about?" She said, but she was
grinning.
"Well. It was you that made me wear these clothes. It was you that put the
perfume on me..."
"Oh shush Priscilla!" She said a little impatiently. "I'm only doing what you
want me to do. Here's an offer for you. I've decided that I'm going to put you
over my knee and spank you on your panties. If you can stop me? I'll never
call you by a girl's name again. I won't force you to put on girl's clothes, or
makeup, or perfume. But I'm going to spank you, amn't I? Do you know why?"
I shook my head, too frightened to speak.
"Because I'm stronger than you for one. Because I want to for two. Because you
want me to as well. So fight me. Let's see if you can stop me. Ok Priscilla?"

I felt a surge of pride rise in me. So she thought all these things, huh? I'd
show her! I got to my feet and started to struggle as soon as she got off me.

Without the appearance of the slightest bit of effort, she closed with me. I
saw our reflection in the mirrors around the room - and it closely resembled two
girls wrestling, little squeals and gasps coming from each, but not for long.
She had been right, she was much stronger than I was, and I found myself being
forced back onto the bed. Soon after, she was sitting down again, with me on my
back lying over her knees. Arms and legs weakly flailing I struggled, to
absolutely no avail - she even took the time to caress me through the material
of my undies and even adjusted one of the shoulder straps of my teddy while I
writhed in complete futility underneath her. Then she kissed me firmly. "Spanky
time dear." She whispered, and turned me over so that I was facing down.

Wriggling and writhing in my satin underclothes, I found myself gradually
accepting her domination. Squealing and whimpering, I felt her body tense as
she lifted her hand.

The spanking was a total surprise, consisting of a series of little 'love taps'
on my posterior. Trembling in total humiliation and subjugation, I finally lay
there, and tearfully admitted that the name Priscilla was to be her name for me
while we were alone, and that I'd always answer to it - like the good little
girl I was.
Finally, she let me up.
"Ok Priscilla. Need to get you fresh undies and pick out a dress for you to
wear to the office. You'll need to hurry and shower though. You've wasted a
lot of my time with this nonsense of yours. Dorothy might get real mad if
you're late and she thinks it's because you've been tarting yourself up."

"Undies? A dress? Tarting myself up? Princess! What are you saying! You
can't mean it!" I stammered vehemently.
"Course I can, you silly little goose." She argued. "It's about time you
dressed properly for your job."
"D.D.D.D. Dressed?"
"Yes. You're the office girl now, or hadn't that struck you - least that's how
it looks to me. Doing what Alice tells you. Running little errands for the
other girls. To my way of thinking, you may as well dress the part - and
anyway, I want you to start dressing like a girl."
"But they'll think it's me that wants to be dressing that way."
"Well, they're bloody stupid if they do. You're my little girl from here on -
and I want to be sure that everyone knows it! And anyway? If I want you to
start dressing like a girl, aren't you going to want that too? Just to please
me?"

I knew it was hopeless. She was already laying out a new set of satin undies on
top of the bed for me.
"Please Princess! Just one more day. Please?"
She paused, and I pressed some more. "Honest. I'll be good. Just one more
day. I'll put a dress on tomorrow. Please?"

She relented a little. "Well. Tell you what, let's compromise. You'll wear
your undies to work, but you can put your regular clothes on over them.."
"Oh thank you Princess. Thank you." I bubbled.
"I'm not finished yet!" She said sternly. "At lunchtime I want you to take
Alice with you to Melissa's boutique. There's a sweater there that I think
might look nice on you - a really pretty angora, yellow. I want you to go and
try it on. Make sure that the sleeves come halfway down your forearm. If they
don't? Get the green one instead. Melissa will know what one I'm talking
about. If they do? Buy it, then keep it on for the rest of the afternoon.
I gulped. "Wear it back to the office? But Princess.."
"Or you can put on a dress now. Let me see .."

I capitulated immediately. "But I'll need money Princess."
"To buy the sweater? No. I've got a charge there. As a matter of fact?
There's a really pretty shorty nightgown and robe set in yellow. Buy that for
yourself while you're at it. You can wear them tomorrow night."

I knew that my underwear straps were easy to see under my shirt, but everybody
in the office pretended not to see them, except Liz. She actually came and
snapped my bra strap, then gazed a challenge at me until I dropped my eyes. I
wasn't too comfortable with the fact that my nylons showed between the gap at
the bottom of my pants and the brown loafers of Marta's that Princess made me
wear - but no one made any comment with regard to that. There was one stroke of
luck. I had been frightened of what Mummy would say, but she didn't show up that
morning.

When I asked Alice to come to Melissa's boutique to help me buy a sweater, she
was really pleased. It wasn't too far from the office, so we just walked. It
being lunchtime, there were quite a few women in the store, who gave me curious
glances - that got even more penetrating when I had to try on the yellow angora
sweater.

I don't really know what I expected to do. Princess had made it abundantly
clear that I was to wear one of the sweaters back to the office, come what may.
Stupidly, I tried to avoid looking as if I were buying it for me.

Melissa herself met us. A small dynamic woman, she had all the poise and self
confidence of a successful entrepreneur, which she was.
"Ah!" She said, seeing Alice and I enter her shop. "You must be Missy?
Princesses husband?" She said this coming forward to shake my hand. I smiled
back at her and introduced Alice. The two women smiled at each other.
"There's a yellow sweater here that Princess is very keen on." I said to
Melissa. "Thought I'd pick it up?"
"Yellow sweater? Princess? She doesn't... Oh! You mean the one for you?"
I reddened. Quickly she put a consoling arm on mine.
"Oh Missy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you. You just surprised me
is all." She said softly. "C'mon through. I know the sweater you mean and the
changing room is empty just now. I assume you want to try it on?"

What could I do? Meekly, I followed her through into another area, Alice
tagging along, pointing out some of the lovely clothes on display. Melissa
produced the sweater from nowhere. It was yellow. No doubt about it - a bright
lemony shade, soft and feminine looking.
"It's the sleeves that Princess is worried about.." I started.
"I know." Melissa said. "But I don't know what she's going on about. I've
told her that they're a modified dolman, and this size will have the sleeve
length just where she wants it - halfway down the forearm. Just wait till you
try it on - it'll be dreamy on you. You'll love it!"

She ushered us through into the fitting room which, as she'd said was empty.
Then she left Alice and me together. "You might need a hand with these back
fastening buttons. They're pretty tight until you've worn it a couple of
times." She said as she left. "Maybe your little friend can help? While
you're doing that, I'll get that nighty and robe set that Princess wants for
you."

I stood there, blushing. I knew that Alice was perfectly aware of my undies,
but the taking off of my jacket and shirt just seemed impossible. She helped
though. "C'mon Missy. Better get it on. I don't think you want to be changing
and have some other lady come in, do you?"
I shook my head, and divested myself of my jacket and shirt. She held the
sweater open for me as I dived into it as quickly as I could.

I have to admit that the angora felt wonderful over the satin material of my
undies - it even felt good where it rubbed against the bare areas of my skin
that it did come in contact with, though it was a little on the itchy side. The
sleeves came down to the middle of my forearms, just as Princess had requested.
This made me somewhat happier - at least I didn't have to try on another
sweater. Alice took some time with the small fasteners at the back. "They've
really made these loops for these buttons real tight. You'll maybe have to have
Princess help you get undressed tonight." She giggled. "But it feels so nice,
you maybe won't want to take it off, eh?"

The sweater was actually quite plain, apart from the fluffy look of the
material. Fitted quite loosely and seemed to round my shape out considerably.
Came down to about the hip level.
It was extremely feminine - and this wasn't diminished when Melissa returned and
'suggested' that she fill in my bra cups with a little tissue. This completed,
I was showing small, but unmistakably, feminine mounds.

I was sensually aroused by the feel of the sweater - and I was starting to
realize that there was an underlying enjoyment of the intense humiliation I was
undergoing in being effeminized. But more was to come.
"Think I'd better get back to the office." I said , my mouth dry with
excitement. "Where's my jacket?"
"Your jacket?" Melissa asked sharply. "You're not intending to wear that
grungy jacket over your new sweater? Surely not?"

"I can't go back to the office looking like this!" I said defensively.
"Well! We agree about that!" Melissa countered. "Quick! Get these pants,
garter belt and stockings off. I'll get you a nice pair of pants that'll go
with that sweater just lovely - or would you rather wear a skirt? If you would,
you can keep the garter belt and stockings on..."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, shaken. "I'm not going to take my pants
off.."
"You're not walking out of here looking like that!" Melissa said in no
uncertain tones.
"You want me to walk out of here in women's pants?" I asked incredulously.

Melissa looked amazed. "Missy? You've got satin teddies, panties, a bra,
nylons, women's shoes and, if my nose doesn't deceive me, you've had perfume on
within the last twenty four hours. These pants you have on are men's pants.
They do not go with the rest of your clothes. Not only that? They do not match
your new sweater! You walk out of here like that over my dead body! Get these
pants off!"
"But Melissa?" I began weakly, but was interrupted by Alice's hand on my arm.
"Missy? She's right. Why don't you at least try the pants she'll show you. If
you don't think they're right? Well?"
"But Princess didn't tell me to.."
"Trust me Missy!" Melissa broke in. "She probably didn't think about it.
She's one of my best customers. If I let you leave that way, she'd be really
mad at me. I'd stake my life on it."

"She doesn't like pantyhose at all." I said, trying to retain at least some
measure of authority.
"Boy! Do I know that!" Melissa said. "But as you can't wear any kind of
suspender belt under the pants I have in mind, I've got some nice thigh-highs
you'll like. Trust me, she won't hassle you."

I didn't like the feeling of the thigh-highs but the pants were cream colored,
smooth, soft, jersey type material that clung to my hips, then seemed to fall
away quite gracefully. There was a suggestion of my undies showing, but not
enough to worry about. I looked at the decidedly feminine man/ woman? Who
looked back at me from the mirror.
"That really is much nicer Missy." Alice whispered in my ear. "She's not just
trying to sell you something."

"Oh. Ok." I capitulated. Then realized that the pants had no pockets. Stood
helplessly patting myself on the rear-end.
"But my wallet Melissa? How am I going to carry.."

She held out a little clutch handbag towards me. "Here Missy. A little present
for being so good. I took the liberty of putting your wallet in there - and
some complimentary cosmetics." She looked at her watch as I took the small
handbag from her hand.
"Sorry deary. Gotta run. You look really nice. Here's your new nighty." She
handed me a paper carry-bag with the name of her store all over it. "Hope
you'll come back. Princess is a good customer. Hope you won't hold me making
you.."
"Melissa?" Alice interrupted. "I'm sorry. But would you have a hair tie?"
"Of course." Melissa answered. "But you don't ... Oh! I see!"

With that, she rummaged around in a drawer, then handed a yellow one over to
Alice. She looked at her watch again. "Sorry girls. Gotta run. Bye!"

I took a deep breath. Managed a shaky grin. "Guess it's time I faced the
world, eh?"
"Well Missy? Why don't you wear this hair tie? And maybe? Just a little bit
lipstick?"
I looked at my friend, almost in tears. "You too?"

She sighed. "Missy? You're almost looking like a girl now. With the hair tie
and a bit lipstick, nobody will give you a second look as we get back to the
office. Honest! I'm not being mean. You do look like a girl now. The handbag
helps, your sweater and pants help. But just a little more?"

We used the lipstick from my handbag that Melissa had given me - a sort of pale
orange. Then, my pony tail fanned out a little, and tied with a piece of
elasticized yellow ribbon - I wasn't given a second look as we strolled back to
the office, my carry bag advertising the fact that I shopped at Melissa's
boutique. I did shudder as we went in, but things weren't too bad that
afternoon - with one exception.

Dorothy - Mummy, I mean, came back to the office about two o'clock. She saw me
and made an exaggerated reaction that everyone saw, though she said nothing at
the time. A little while later, she came out of her office and cooing about how
'nice' I was beginning to look, put her arm around my shoulder and led me to a
clear area of the office, calling out to all the girls that she had something to
say. Once she had all their attention, she started.
"Isn't Missy looking nice today, girls?"
Everybody grinned and various complimentary remarks came from all sides.

Mummy smiled, then looked serious. "But there possibly just possibly, be a
problem here, that just crossed my mind."
I had no idea of what she was talking about, but knew that it, whatever 'it'
was, was going to humiliate me some more. I couldn't have been more correct -
maybe I was starting to develop the so-called 'feminine intuition'?
Mummy continued. "Now we have a ladies room and a gents room. Missy here has
always used the gents - as was only right and proper. But now, other than him?
The only other people who use it are customers, right? Now how do you think
some man would feel if he was in there .. Doing whatever it is that men do, and
Missy here came out of one of the stalls?"
The girls all laughed out loud. I heard someone say "Faint?"

"Zactly!" Mummy continued. "Now. I don't know about you, but I'd hate to lose
a customer that way. Bad for business?"
There was a chorus of agreement.
"So what I was just thinking? If none of you had any major objection? Maybe
Missy should start using the ladies?"
The response wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but there were no arguments either.

Mummy kissed me softly on the cheek. "Wasn't that nice of them Missy? Now you
can be even more like one of the girls. Aren't you going to say a nice thank
you?"
Spinelessly I answered. "Oh yes Mummy." Then I turned to my co-workers.
"Thank you ladies" I said. And, at three o'clock, handbag in hand, I joined
the ladies before the afternoon break. Alice worked on my hair as much as
circumstance, and the lack of equipment would allow, then had me freshen my
lipstick alongside Liz, who was using the mirror. When I left the office to go
home, there wasn't anybody I could think of who would take me for anything other
than a (rather shy) young girl.

Remembering the trouble I'd got myself into the day before for loitering on my
way home instead of hurrying to serve Princess, I didn't make the same mistake.
I was home much quicker.
As I let myself into the house, I heard the sound of women's laughter, and
someone saying "My god Princess, this place is huge! What do you have in mind
for all these rooms - and are you thinking of getting some a servant?"
"Not really.." I heard Princess say, as she and three young women about her age
swept into the foyer.

"Oh hi sweetie!" She called out noticing me. "My! You're home early today.
Come here and meet some of the ladies from the club. Sorry. I'd forgot to tell
you it's my turn to be hostess tonight." Then she turned to the women. "Girls?
I'd like you to meet my husband, Missy?"

All three of them were very sophisticated looking in tailored suits and blouses,
but almost all of them did comical double takes. One recovered quicker than the
others. "You did say 'husband' Princess?" Then she came forward and took my
hand. "Missy is it? A pleasure."
"Oh yes. He demands that I call him that." Princess said. "He gave me a real
lecture the other night. All about the responsibilities of husbands and wives -
and all that junk."

As the other two introduced themselves and shook my hand, one fingered the
material of my sweater. "My! Real angora! And such a pretty shade of yellow."
"Oh, I like him in yellow." Princess said, then spied the carry bag in my hand.
"Oh! And talking of yellow. Did you get that nighty and robe at Melissa's?"
Without waiting for a reply, she dove into the bag and pulled out the shorty
nighty, the matching robe - and the frilled panties.

"Ooh! That'll be a killer shade on him too." gushed one of the women. "Maybe
he could model it for us? Before the meeting starts?" She looked at her watch.
"We've still got ten minutes."
Panicked, I watched Princess think for a second.
"Nah." She said, shaking her head. "I need him for something else."
I felt a major sigh of relief leave my lungs.
She turned her attention back to me. "Sweetie? I'm sorry, but I don't want you
doing housework today. Ok? I just can't have you running around underfoot."
"Oh, all right Princess." I said happily. "Anything else? You said you needed
me for something?"

She started shoving the nighty and stuff back into my bag. "Yes. Well get this
hung up in your closet - and put the panties in your lingerie drawer. Then I
want you to go and have dinner with Marta."
My face was flaming at the further evidence of my femininity in front of the
grinning women, but I was still surprised.
"Marta?"
"Yes. Marta."
"But.."
"You can keep her company. Then about eight o'clock, the caterers will be
finished tidying away their stuff here, but I'll need someone to serve drinks
and after-dinner liqueurs, so I've asked her if she'd give you a hand."
"Give me a hand?"
"Yes - or would you rather do it yourself?"
"Oh no." I said blankly. "I'd appreciate her help."
"Fine!" Princess said. "Run and do what I said. And Missy?"
"Yes Princess?"
"Ask her if one of her uniforms will fit you - it'll be far more appropriate
that way - can't have my husband not dressed properly in front of my friends
now, can I?"

. . .

Later that night, tired from all the emotional excitement of the day, I was
sitting beside Princess. She wore a pretty coral robe over a slinky jade green
nightdress. I was wearing my new nightgown, robe, and panties. One of her arms
encircled me, the other lifted her balloon glass of brandy to her lips for an
appreciative sip. I was lying back comfortably in her embrace, my head on her
shoulder.

She put the glass back down on the table, then used her hand to turn my face
towards her. Examined me. Smiled.
"Can't believe how pretty you were when you came in with Marta. I mean, I could
really understand why some of my friends wouldn't believe you were my husband.
But at the same time, I keep wondering why they can't see how you just like to
help around the house?"
"I don't know Princess." I said.
She kissed me. Giggled.
"I really like you in lipstick Priscilla. Especially the nice red, wet looking
stuff. It's so nice when it's not me that has to worry about smearing it. But
to get back to what I was saying? When Marta brought you down I was kinda
disappointed - I mean you just looked like a maid for god's sake. Black dress
uniform. White apron, white cap. Then I noticed your hair. Couldn't believe
it - all permed and curled under your little lace cap. Then the earrings! Did
she hurt you when she pierced your ears dear, or were you a brave little girl?"

"I just cried a little bit." I whispered.
"But you're glad now, aren't you?" Princess teased. "Now you can wear all
sorts of nice earrings - just like me. I'll even lend you some of mine
sometimes. Won't that be fun?"
I snuggled into her, but she turned my face up and kissed me again, this time
caressing me on the frilled area of the nightdress that covered my breasts, then
running her fingers lightly down, over my tummy, to my straining erection.

"And Valerie? You know that redheaded friend of mine that ran her hand up your
dress? I hope you know that I really told her off later on?"
She paused. "Now don't cry Priscilla. She was only teasing.."
"I know Princess, but lots of your friends did it. Snapping my panty elastic,
snapping my bra strap.."
My face was turned up again.
"Lots of my friends? Which ones? Tell me, and I'll talk to them about it."
"Oh, it's ok now. I guess." I admitted.
"Well then. All’s well that ends well, eh? But why did Valerie say that your
backside was so warm?"

My eyes filled up again. "It wasn't my fault. Honest! Marta said I'd spilled
a drink, and it was one of the ladies. I told her it wasn't me, but she just
wouldn't listen and I..." I came to a stop as Princess laid a finger across my
lips.
"Hush now. Shhh. Go back to my question. What can you spilling a drink have
to do with your backside being warm?"

I flushed beneath my makeup. "Marta took me into one of the spare bedrooms and
spanked me for arguing." A tear rolled down my cheek. "It wasn't fair! It
wasn't me!"
"Priscilla! Stop that! Maybe it wasn't your fault. I believe you. Honest!
But you can't go around arguing with Marta. She's trying to help you..."
"By spanking me? When it wasn't my .."
"Oh so that's why your little ass was warm? I see now. Well, tomorrow, you
just be sure to go to Marta and tell her that you're sorry for having been such
a bad girl. And I think you'd better offer to help her the next time Dorothy
has somebody over. Don't you think that'd be nice? You can put on one of your
pretty uniforms and be a nice little maid again."

I took a deep breath. "But Princess? I'm not really a maid, am I? I mean, you
even introduced me to your friends as your husband. You did mean that, didn't
you?"
"Yes. Of course sweetie. But it really is very handy for me to have someone
who can be my maid at times - and we can't be asking Dorothy if we can borrow
Marta all the time now, can we? I mean, we've got to learn to stand on our own
two feet now, don't we?"

As she was asking me these questions, her fingers were beneath my chin, wagging
my head up and down in agreement.
"So ... My new bedroom? It's just for a little while?" I asked tentatively.
"Of course it is. But don't you see how handy it'll be? That way you can get
up and make breakfast in the morning without bothering me - and if I want you to
come to bed at night? Well then, all I have to do is ring the little bell for
you. Right?"

"Yes Princess. But I don't like sleeping by myself." I whimpered softly.
"Well I think that's most ungrateful of you. You've got a room that any maid
would be proud to have. Marta's going to make you more pretty uniforms. You'll
need all sorts of clothes for work - and you're not getting any of my closet
space here. And one other thing. You're not going to be sleeping alone that
much."

I smiled at her. "Honest?"
She kissed me again. "Well, I don't have that much of a sex drive, but Dorothy
is very interested in you. Wants to make you her girl. This way she can come
visit you without bothering me."
"But I'm your girl!" I protested, puzzled.
"Tut tut tut. How often must you be reminded? You're my husband! Could maybe
even call you a sissy maid - but you're a man to me. To Dorothy? You'll be her
girl! And if you don't know the difference? I'll bet she'll be glad to show
you. C'mere Priscilla. Let's see how pretty a husband you can be."
Her hand worked its way under my nighty and pulled my panties down.