30 December 2009

Baby Maker -t

We had been married 6 years. I was 32 and my wife, Adele, 29. Our sex
life was sort of run-of-the-mill with brief explorations into new areas
and they gave our sex a boost for a while but we always returned to the
old tried and true methods. As time past my wife began to worry about
her biological clock and for a couple of years she tried to conceive
but nothing happened. Tests showed that I had a low sperm count, which
I think triggered a feeling of antagonism in her toward me as she began
to interject snide comments into our conversations about my
inadequacies. I tried to be patient and understanding and tried to talk
with her about investigating insemination programs to solve our problem
but she couldn't bring herself to pursue it. So life went on and our
marriage seemed to be becoming one of daily confrontations.

At her insistence we tried to increase the frequency of sex life but I
found it difficult to respond due to the hostility in our relationship
so we turned to porno CDs to encourage and sustain my participation. It
was during the viewing of one of those shows that we discovered I was
turned-on by a theme of cuckoldry. The story plot was about a husband
who encouraged his wife to have sex with other men so he could watch
and then ate her out afterward. My sexual libido was at its height that
night and I was able to perform three times which I hadn't been able to
do since early in our marriage and I had to restrain myself from trying
a forth. The second time I pulled her on top of me and she simulated
fucking me, which kept me hard for the third time. Adele was really
impressed and the next morning she commented on my performance.

"You were really hot last night. My pussy is still sore. That was the
best time for me to get pregnant so I'm hoping we'll see some results."

"I'm sore too, and I'm sure hoping it works so you'll get off my case."

"I'm sorry sweetie, but you know how anxious I am and I get depressed
when I can't get pregnant..."

"I understand honey and I tried for our sake."

"Whatever turned you on? Was it the flick we watched? I thought it was
disgusting that he wanted to watch his wife have sex with another man
and then go down on her. Ugh!"

Was there something in the flick that had turned me on? I thought I'd
better respond negatively to her question. "I don't think so. Were you
using a new perfume?"

"No, but maybe I put on a little extra."

"That must have been it. It sure fired me up."

"I'll remember that for the next time." she laughed.

She was happy for the next couple of weeks while we waited to see if
she got pregnant but one day I came home from work to find her lying on
the couch crying.

"What's the matter honey?" I asked as I knelt down and tried to take
her in my arms.

"I got my period today." she cried out as she twisted out of my arms
and stood up. "Damn you, you're worthless!" Tears were running down her
rage-contorted face as she stood over me with hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry honey. Maybe we should see about insemination or adoption
now."

"NO!! I want you to perform your duties as a husband and if you can't
we'll have to make some changes." she said as she stormed off to the
bedroom.

After the slamming of the bedroom door I went to stand up and found I
had a huge hard-on and a wet spot on the front of my trousers. Gosh, I
wondered, her apparent dominance really turned me on. I hope she didn't
see my trousers. Maybe I have a submissive trait I didn't know about.

+++

Things were very strained around the house the rest of the week and I
tiptoed around her, hoping things would calm down and we could discuss
our problem rationally. Most of the week went by without conversation
and laying far apart in bed at night. I caught her looking at me
strangely at times and I wondered what she was thinking.

Friday evening I came home and after dinner she said, "I have another
video we can watch tonight."

"That's wonderful honey." I told her hoping that things were getting
back to normal.

After dinner we adjourned to the den and she inserted the CD into the
DVD player and took a seat in her Lazy Boy. It took me a few minutes to
recognize that the plot was similar to the one where a husband is
cuckolded with his blessing and he assumes a submissive role in their
relationship. It didn't take long for my cock to get hard as I watched
the wife cleverly seduce her husband into a sissy role in their
lovemaking.

"I see you find this arousing." my wife told me as she stared at the
front of my trousers where another large wet spot had grown to my
immediate embarrassment.

"I'm sorry honey." I stammered as I tried to twist around to hide the
telltale bulge and wetness.

"Don't be embarrassed sweetheart. Why don't you take off your trousers
and get comfortable?"

Her consoling voice made me think that she was ready to try lovemaking
again so I stood and slipped off my trousers.

"Why not take off your shorts too?" she asked and I slipped them off to
stand in front of her with my raging hard-on dripping precum projecting
from my groin.

"Wrap your hand around it." she told me and thinking she might give me
a blow job I grasped it firmly in my hand and pointed it at her. She
continued to calmly sit in the chair with her hands clasped in her lap.
"Now masturbate yourself sweetie."

"Whu, what?"

"You heard me. Jack yourself off. I want to see all that useless stuff
squirt out of you."

"Oh honey, please..."

"You heard me, jack yourself off."

Her commanding tone was causing my cock to get even harder and raise my
sexual libido to heights I'd never reached before. My hand began to
move on my shaft as she watched with a pleased smile on her face.

"That's it sissy. Do yourself. Let me see you cum."

My hand was moving faster as I stared at her in disbelief that she was
doing this to me and I was doing it to myself without contesting her
right to make me. I felt myself getting ready to cum and she told me,
"Catch it in your hand. I want to see the worthless stuff."

Seconds later I began to cum in one of the greatest orgasms I'd ever
experienced; catching it in my other hand as it spewed out. When I was
spent and the last spurt had landed she said, "Let me see."

My cock was still hard; refusing to go soft as I lowered my hand so she
could see the puddle of cum on my palm.

"Very nice sweetie, but don't be proud of it because its worthless. Now
eat it. Lick it all up and swallow it."

"Honey, I can't do that."

"Yes you can. Now eat it. Don't let me tell you again."

My hand slowly came up to my mouth and I tentatively stuck out my
tongue to taste it as its strong odor assailed my sense of smell. The
taste wasn't too bad as I stuck out my tongue again for more and then
again and again until I licked my hand clean. I swallowed my load down.
My cock still stood rigidly from my groin and I was so embarrassed...
The cum coated the inside of my mouth and my lips with a semi-sweet,
salty flavor that clung to my inner flesh all the way to my stomach.

"Let me see."

I showed her my empty hand and she smiled up at me. "See that wasn't
bad was it. You'd better get used to the taste because you're going to
be eating a lot of it from now on."

"Oh honey, please."

"I told you there were going to be a few changes around here. Now put
these on." she told me as she stood and slipped off her panties and
handed them to me.

"Oh honey..."

"PUT them on."

Almost crying I took them from her and put them on. I groaned in
ecstasy as the silky material caressed my cock and balls causing more
precum to ooze from the slit.

"I see you like panties as well as cum. From now on you're a female. If
you can't give me babies then as far as I'm concerned you're a cum
eating sissy. Now go in the bathroom, take a shower and shave all the
hair off your body except your head and eyebrows and then put on the
clothes I laid out on the bed for you."

"Honey, please, please. Let's talk about this."

"There's nothing more to talk about sissy"

With a sob I turned and went down the hall to the bathroom. Why didn't
I say NO like a man? What was the matter with me? My hard throbbing
cock gave me a clue. She had found the thing that would make me her
slave and do anything she wanted by raising my sexual libido to a point
I couldn't refuse her. I was a true submissive under the control of a
dominatrix.

+++

After showering and struggling through the elimination of my body hair
I was thankful I wasn't a hairier person but I did manage to nick
myself a couple of times. I was very careful around my balls as they
were difficult to shave with a hard-on. Going into the bedroom I found
my wife sitting on the bed waiting for me.

"Let me see how you did."

I walked up in front of her and slowly turned for her inspection. My
hard-on still rigidly protruding from my groin.

"Very good but next time we're going to use a hair remover. You're
going to find out what a woman has to go through day after day. Now,
I'm going to help you dress this time but from now on you'll do it
yourself when you get home from work and on weekends."

"Honey, what if someone sees me?"

"They'll have to get used to you as a girly sissy."

"Please honey."

"Never mind, let's get you dressed. Put these on." and she handed me a
pair of pink, lace-trimmed panties ignoring my plea.

She watched as I pulled them over my ass and stretched to get the
waistband over my hard-on.

"We're going to have to do something about that clitoris of yours. We
can't have you bulging out your skirts and dresses all the time. Now
hold still while I put on these breast forms."

I began to whimper as she affixed breast forms to my chest with
adhesive. When she was finished she said, "There, those will do nicely
until you can grow your own."

"Grow my own?" I whispered.

"Yes, grow your own. I'm putting you on female hormones. Your going to
like the new you sissy. Now I'll help you put on this bra." She
produced a pink, laced trimmed bra to match my panties and slipped the
shoulder straps over my shoulders. "You might as well get into the
habit of bending forward to fit the bra cups over your breasts because
that's how you're going to have to do it when you get some real ones."

I bent forward without comment. It was no use trying to argue with her
in her current mood. She appeared to be very determined about
feminizing me. She secured the strap in back and made some final
adjustments. It felt strange to have the additional weight on my chest
and the pull of the bra straps. My hard-on refused to diminish. I was
trapped by my libido to continue to submit.

"There, these are my clothes you're wearing and we'll have to go
shopping tomorrow to get your own. It's a good thing we're about the
same size. I don't have panty hose to fit you though, so you'll wear
this old garter belt of regular nylons and mine. You have pretty legs
for someone who was once a man so you'll be able to attract a man when
you're trained."

"A man? I don't want a man."

"Where else is a sissy cum eater going to get cum. You've got to go to
a fresh source besides yourself."

"Oh honey, please."

"Put the garter belt on and the stockings. Do you hear me!"

"Yes dear." I will have to wait until she cools down I thought again as
I strapped the garter belt around my hips.

"Here, roll the stocking up your legs."

I rolled the nylon stockings up my legs while she instructed me and
attached them to the garters. Next she brought out a waist cincher,
fastened it around my waist and pulled it tight.

"I can't breath." I gasped in response to the tightening.

"Stop complaining. You need this to get into the skirt." She then
handed me a skirt and I pulled it up my legs and fastened it around my
waist.

"Before we put on your blouse sit there in the chair and I'll put on
your makeup. You'd better pay attention because you're going to have to
do this yourself from now on."

For the next half hour she worked on my face applying facial cosmetics
to enhance a more feminine look and then makeup to my eyes thickly
applied to give me a wide eyed look... When she went to apply a bright
red lipstick she said, "When you wrap these lips around a nice fat cock
you will look so girlish and slutty. I'm getting wet just thinking
about it."

O god, I thought, what does she have in mind? She must have planned
this for sometime. Do I have the will to stop her? My hard, pulsing
cock seemed to answer for me as I slipped into the blouse and buttoned
it.

"We're almost done. Let me put on this wig and then you can put on
these shoes." she said as she fitted a red haired wig to my head and
then handed me a pair of woman's high heeled shoes. Slipping on the
shoes, which were a little tight, I straightened up being careful to
keep my balance.

"Let me look at you. Yes, very nice. Look at yourself in the mirror
sissy. We'll have to get your ears pierced and some beauty shop work
done to finish you up. You have an appointment for that tomorrow."

I looked in the mirror and was astounded at how she'd changed me. The
image in the mirror looked like a woman. A very attractive looking
woman. I couldn't believe it was me I was looking at...

You're almost a woman. You just need to be fucked and suck a cock and
you'll be a real woman."

"Oh honey. I can't do that."

"Oh, I think you will, but first you're going to walk around the room
and get used to those shoes. Go ahead."

I started to take a few tentative steps and then began to adjust my
balance to the shoes and managed to navigate around the room
satisfactorily.

"Very nice. You have a nice little tush and you have a good balance.
With your narrow shoulders and slim legs you can pass for a woman. The
hormones will help soften up your flesh so you'll be even more
feminine."

Suddenly, as I was turning back toward her there was a flash,
immediately followed by another. I looked to see her taking her digital
camera over to the computer camera terminal and down load the pictures.

"There, that's my insurance you're going to cooperate." she smiled at
me.

"Why, honey? I'm doing what you tell me."

"You aren't going to keep that hard-on forever. When it goes away I'll
need something for a little leverage." Now come and sit down here and
I'll do your fingernails."

I was stunned... Maybe she was serious about this. Shouldn't I resist
now? I tried to summon the strength to say NO MORE but I seemed to be
locked into submitting. There was something so feminine about it that I
almost wanted to be a girl so I slowly, with some misgivings, went over
to her.

Sitting down on a chair facing her I watched silently as she carefully
applied a bright red nail polish to each of my fingers. Finishing, she
had me wave my hands to accelerate the drying and then told me to stand
up and follow her.

"Where are we going honey?"

"We're going out for dinner. Here's an old purse of mine you can use."

My hard-on suddenly collapsed as fright took hold of my body.

"Oh no! I can't go out like this. I'd be a laughing stock. Someone
would see me."

"You will have no trouble passing as a woman and you're just going to
have to get used to your new role in our relationship. Come stand by me
in front of this mirror. Now look at us. Which one is a man?"

Looking in the mirror it was difficult to tell that I wasn't a woman
like Adele and it calmed me down a bit, but I was still apprehensive

"Here, take this pill." she told me handing me a small pink pill.

"What is it?"

"It's a tranquilizer. It'll calm you down. You might even enjoy the
outing. In the meantime seeing as your clitty has gone soft push it
down between your legs under the panties."

I did what she asked and then took the pill and went into the bathroom
for a glass of water. After taking it I went back to her and found I
was making good progress walking on the shoes.

"Take your purse and let's go. We'll go to a quiet restaurant where
we're not known. Just keep telling yourself you're a woman and act
feminine. Pretty soon it'll come naturally. You can start with your
voice by going to a little higher pitch when you talk."

The pill was staring to work and I could feel the tightness in my chest
and facial muscles staring to relax as I responded, "You mean like
this?"

"Too high, lower it a bit."

"Is this better?"

"Fine, now lets go. Walk with one foot ahead of the other. It will tend
to sway your hips and give you a more feminine movement."

I walked ahead of her following her suggestion trying to keep memories
of women walking in mind. I felt my cock start to firm up again as I
adopted

"That's it, you're doing fine."

When we got to the garage she told me, "I'll drive. You've got a new
role to play." She held the car door open and helped me get in. I began
to get more feminine feeling as the little pink pill began to do its
insidious work.

"What is my new role?' I timidly asked as she got behind the wheel and
pressed the button to open the garage door.

"You're my new live-in girl friend and lesbian lover. I've given this
some thought and I feel that this is the only way our future
relationship can work. I still love you and don't want to lose you but
you can't be my husband anymore. If you want to leave me, OK, but if
you stay its under my terms. You don't have to answer right away but
when you see how easily you can pass as a woman, maybe you'll want to
stay if you love me. And another thing, I want a baby; if you can't
give it to me I'll find someone else who can and you can help me raise
it as a woman."

We pulled into the street and headed for the highway out of town as I
mulled over what she had told me. Finally I spoke, "I love you too
Adele, but I don't know yet whether I can handle a loss of masculinity
and still live with myself. I find myself really turned on by being a
female submitting to you but I can't be turned on or walk around with a
hard-on all the time. I'm willing to give it a try though for your
sake."

"Thank you sweetie, that's all I ask. I'm hungry. How about you?"

I gave a big sigh of relief that things were out in the open and we
could move forward and try a new relationship although I didn't think I
could get past having her impregnated by someone else. "I'm hungry
too." I responded and she laughed and reached and squeezed my thigh and
then fondled my cock that was straining to get out of my panties again
causing me to groan softly.

"Oh sweetie, you're going to be so easy to convince. And I think you're
going to love being cuckolded." she laughed again.

It was dark in the car but I know I blushed and my cock throbbed.

+++

When we got back home from dinner later that night I was feeling better
about things as she had been right. We'd been treated as two women out
together at the restaurant in the next town and I'd gained a lot of
confidence in my role as a woman. I'd watched Adele and other women in
the restaurant moving about, eating, talking and just being feminine
and tried to emulate their mannerisms. This was something I'd never
specifically paid attention to before but now it was important not to
give myself away and be embarrassed in public. It had gone very well
and I began to relax and enjoy myself after awhile. We'd even gotten up
at her suggestion and used the ladies room together without discovery
which did much to reassure me.

Now back home she suggested we get comfortable and asked me to come to
the bedroom. I did and she told me to take off my clothes after
entering and she began to remove hers. When we were both naked she
picked up two shortie, laced trim, nylon nighties from the bed and
handed me one without comment. Wordlessly, I slipped it on and found it
felt so silky and sexy as it slipped down my body with the lower hem
stopping just below my rigid cock.

"I've got another video to watch in bed if you're interested or we can
go watch the late news."

I barley hesitated as I told her, "Let's watch the video."

She chuckled, "I knew which one you'd like. Your balls must be so full
and aching now that you'd agree to anything for release."

She was right and I slipped onto the bed as she put the CD in the DVD.
Beside the bed was a dresser with a mirror that was at bed level and
seeing motion it it caught my eye and it surprised me for a moment to
see a very attractive woman looking back at me. Then I realized it was
me. My cock began to throb again in response when I acknowledged to
myself that as a man I responded to femininity and as a pseudo-woman I
was pleased with my appearance. Was I becoming adjusted to a new me?

Adele slipped onto the bed next to me and began the video with the
remote. My god! It was another theme of cuckoldry.

"Here you go sweetie. Something you're going to be getting used to. Me
getting screwed by another man. Someone who will give me a baby. I see
you like the idea." she said as she took my throbbing cock in her hand.
As the plot progressed I came closer and closer to cumming and she
released her firm grip on my cock and lifted up her nightie to expose
her shaved pussy.

"I think its time sweetie for you to get into lesbian love making.
Here's something you can start on." she told me as she pointed at her
crotch.

I was quickly laying between her legs with my face pressed into her
honey pot and my tongue probing past the swollen lips of her sex.

"Oh yes sweetie. You've always had a talented tongue. Yes, yes, yes!"
she moaned and twisted while pushing my head into her cunt. I found her
prominent clit and worked it with my tongue, which quickly brought her
to a violent orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh god!!" she squealed and clamped her
thighs about my head as her body was wracked with uncontrollable
shudders.

When I thought I was about to suffocate she slowly released my head fro
between her thighs and I gasped air into my lungs.

"Oh sweetie, that was so good. Now I'm going to let you fuck me with
your dildo. That's what lesbians use to make love."

I began to kiss my way up her body, lingering to suckle the hard
nipples of her beautiful 34C breasts and finally reaching her lips. "Be
my butch sweetie. Fuck me." she told me as she spread her legs wide
allowing me access and I plunged my cock into her. It didn't take long
for me to reach my own orgasm with my pent up libido and I pumped what
I thought was a gallon of cum into her. When my cock finally stopped
spewing into her and began to soften I fell back on the bed beside her.

"That was nice sweetie, my lover has loaded me up with his cum." she
said as she grasped my softened cock and began slowly pumping it. "How
does it feel to be cuckolded? My lover has such a big cock and really
fucked me good. Did you watch sweetie? Did you see it going in and out
of me for such a long time until he began to cum and I locked my legs
around him to pull him in deeper. Did you see that?"

She was trying to rouse me again and it worked. I could visualize a big
cock fucking and cumming in her. My cock started to harden in response.

"Oh, he put such a big load of sperm in me. I know I'll get pregnant
finally. My girly, sissy husband couldn't get me pregnant. He just
likes to watch me get fucked."

My cock was now straining in her hand. Her words kicked off my libido
again and I fantasized about being cuckolded.

"Would my sissy husband like to clean my pussy now?" she asked me as
she moved to kneel over my body with her oozing cunt poised over my
mouth. She still held my cock behind her back; keeping me roused and
ready to respond to her intentions.

My head moved up off the bed and I clamped my mouth to her pussy lips
and began licking and probing with my tongue. Her juices and my cum
began to flow out into my mouth and I hungrily began to probe deeper. I
gripped her hips tightly and pulled my mouth tightly against her cunt.

"Oh, oh, oh!! You sweet girl. Eat me. Eat the cum out of my pussy my
girly sissy. Fill your tummy with it. Isn't it sweet and tasty?" she
moaned and twisted over me as the cum and juices flowed out of her. I
swallowed what seemed to be a pint of liquid and slime from her cunt
and it coated my mouth and throat on its way to my stomach.

Finally, the flow slowed and stopped. I fell back to the bed faint with
the enormity of what I had just done with my wife's encouragement. I
was compromised in her eyes and could no longer disagree with anything
she proposed.

"Now we know don't we sweetie? You are ready to do it and become a
girly sissy who will watch his wife get fucked and impregnated by
another man. Then you will clean us up later as a true submissive and
be a woman and my girl friend. There's no going back now sweetie." she
told me as she lay back down beside me. I knew she was right. I could
no longer deny it to her or myself. I could not control my need to
submit, humiliate and degrade myself in a masochistic manner when my
sexual libido was aroused.

+++

The next morning I awoke to find my wife gone, but I heard noises from
the kitchen. We had gone to sleep last night snuggled together and now
I sat up and looked in the mirror again. My lipstick was gone and
crusty particles clung to my mouth and my make up was smeared across my
face from the excesses of the night before. My nightie was crumpled and
bunched up under my arms and I pulled it back down as I continued to
gaze at myself in the mirror. A lot had happened in just a few hours
and I needed to regroup and think about it so I decided to have a
shower while I looked at my situation in the light of day.

Removing the nightie I noticed I still had the breast forms glued to my
chest. I tried to pull them off but they were securely fastened and I
would have to get the solvent to remove them but decided to get my
shower first.

While in the shower I noticed that my body hair had started to grow
again. Noticing a bottle of Adele's Nair I began to apply it to my body
thinking how much smoother my body felt without hair and waiting a few
minutes, I rinsed it off. After completing the shower I carefully
shaved my face. Thankfully, I had light facial hair and didn't have to
worry too much about a five o'clock shadow. Returning to the bedroom I
saw that Adele had laid out a set of woman's clothes and lingerie on my
side of the bed. This was the moment of final decision from which there
could be no turning back. The breast forms hung heavy on my chest as a
reminder of my submissiveness on the previous day and I absently
reached out and picked up the pair of lace trimmed, sky blue panties
from the bed and began to fondle them. Blue for boys, I thought but the
silky smooth feel in my hands tempted me to try them against my flaccid
cock. A moment of rubbing brought my cock to full attention and sent my
libido soaring.

Without further thought I slipped them on and delighted how they felt
against my hairless, smooth skin and sex. I tucked my penis back
between my legs under the panties as it was staring to harden.
Tightening the waist cincher was a struggle but I finally achieved some
sort of success. The bra came next and then the garter belt. I
carefully rolled the sheer black nylons up my leg as Adele had showed
me and attached them to the garters. Before completing my dressing I
sat down and began to apply makeup as Adele had instructed me. Then I
centered the red haired wig on my head. Finishing, I went over and
slipped on a T shirt with the words "GO GIRL" on the front and a skirt
that was a little shorter then the one I wore the day before... I
slipped on the pair of shoes with 3 inch heels and strode into the
kitchen walking as femininely as possible.

Catching sight of me, Adele was all smiles, "Oh, I was so afraid you'd
have a change of heart this morning, darling. You look lovely. What do
you want for breakfast? We have to hurry as your appointment at the
beauty salon starts in about an hour."

"I'll just have cereal, honey."

"Fine, you go ahead and eat. I have to make a phone call."

Adele went into the den to make her phone call and shut the door while
I ate. I heard vague references to "ready" and "total package" but not
much more.

I refreshed my lipstick after eating and then we were ready to go.
Before leaving Adele handed me a couple of pills and told me, "The pink
one will help you relax as this will be a long day for you and the blue
one will give your body a chance to adjust to the new you. Her
explanation for the second pill sounded vague but I took them never the
less.

We drove over to the other side of town and parked outside a house on a
quiet side street. "I thought we were going to you're salon on
Harrison. Did you change?" I asked.

"No, I haven't changed and eventually you'll be going there too, but
for the first time I thought we'd go where we can have some privacy."

"That sounds better. I'm still not ready to come out yet."

"I know you aren't sweetie. That's why we're going here. Cyndi is the
woman who runs this place and they handle private customers only. I'm
going to leave you in her care and I'll pick you up at 5."

"Five? That's a long time."

"Well, I know it is and you may want to have a sleep while they're
working on you. Here's another pill that'll let you doze off. When you
wake up they'll be all done."

"Okay, thanks. I'll get some water inside."

"C'mon, they're waiting for you."

When we entered a middle aged woman came forward and introduced herself
as Cyndi and she took my hand and led me to the back of the house where
we entered a room that almost looked like a medical examining room with
an examination table that looked like it could be made into a chair and
bright ceiling lights with metal cabinets and counters lining the
walls.

Adele smiled at me and said, "Good luck sweetie. I'll see you later.
You'll be in good hands and don't forget to take your pill."

"Why don't you take off your clothes and get up on the table. I'll
bring you a glass of water for your pill and then we can get started.
Toni will be assisting me." Cyndi said as another younger woman came
through the door in a white smock similar to what a doctor would wear.

"Hi, Shall I help you get undressed?" Toni asked as Cyndi handed me a
glass of water. Gulping down the white pill, I felt I should be
embarrassed about getting undressed in front of a female, but the pink
pill eased me right through it and then I climbed up on the table. The
last thing I remember before falling asleep was Cyndi removing my
breast forms.

+++

"She's coming around now." a voice was saying as I struggled to come
out of what appeared to be a deep sleep. "I can hardly wait to see the
look on her face when she sees what you've done." another voice I
recognized as Adele's said.

I opened my eyes and found myself lounging in a chair that had
previously been the examining table. Focusing on those around me I
first saw Adele smiling happily at me and Cyndi and Toni standing back
with smiles of pride on their faces.

"Sweetie, how do you feel?" Adele asked...

"Groggy." I responded.

"Well, take your time. Would you like a glass of water or anything?"

I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but things were fuzzy and
I was aware that my face seemed to burn, my lips and eyebrows were sore
and my chest ached. I tried to touch my lips but Toni restrained my
hand saying, "You can't touch them yet. They'll have to wait a few days
for the swelling to go down. I think we've done a great job on you.
Would you like to see yourself in a mirror?"

Puzzled, I nodded and she produced a mirror and held it in front of me.
The first thing I noticed was that my lips seemed to be swollen, then I
noticed that my eyebrows were much thinner and arched in a feminine
manner. Finally, I noticed that the skin on my face seemed to be red as
though abraded.

"What happened?" I asked.

Cyndi responded, "Well, first we injected some botox into your lips to
give them a more feminine look, then we used a laser technique to
remove all your facial hair, we plucked and shaped your eyebrows and we
also provided some breast enhancers."

I grouped in my drugged mind to reconcile what she had told me and it
slowly began to filter through. My eyes opened wide in realization and
I reached out to grab the mirror so I could study the changes to my
face while one hand went to feel my chest. I had breasts and my face
had been womanized.

"They did your hair and nails too sweetie." Adele said and I noticed I
now had bangs and curls around my ears and the long red fingernails.
"Your hair was a little short so they did the best they could with what
they had to work with, but it'll grow and they can create a hair style
more in tune with your facial characteristics." it does look very
feminine though."

"Oh, honey!!" I cried. What have you done?"

"Sweetie, it was for your own good. When you came out to breakfast this
morning dressed as my girl friend I knew you had accepted your new
status. I had originally scheduled a slower, step by step change but I
thought we'd just go for the whole package at once. So I called Cyndi
while you were having breakfast and told her to go for it. So, here you
are; almost a total woman."

"Oh, no, no!! Is it reversible?" I sobbed with tears running down my
face.

"I don't think you should worry about that. I've told you your new role
and I want you to live it. Now, let's get dressed and I'll take you
home."

"I just wanted to please you until we could talk about what you want me
to be."

"Its too late now. Here's your bra, slip it on. You won't need your
breast forms any more."

Continuing to sob, I slowly took the bra and bending forward I slipped
my new breasts into the cups and waited while Adele fastened it in
back. They seemed to be very tender and the support provided by the bra
helped alleviate some of the discomfort.

"Stop crying," she told me. See how nicely your breasts fill these A
cups. After a few months you should be needing a B cup and you'll be as
proud of them as any girl."

"I don't want to be a girl."

"I told you; it's too late now. Accept it and get on with your life.
Here are your panties. I've ordered you a gaff from the internet and it
should take care of your little problem when you get excited. You seem
to be getting excited a lot more lately, so you must like the new you."

"I don't, I don't!" I moaned as I slipped on the delicate panties;
carefully tucking my cock back between my legs for the panties to hold
in place. Looking down I was suddenly smitten with the feminine look of
my body, the thrusting breasts over flowing the bra, the lace trimmed
panties and the smooth, hairless thighs started to arouse my libido and
I felt myself get hard in the confines of the panties. My sobs slowly
stopped as I continued to stare down at my womanly attributes.

"Do you like what you see, sweetie?" my wife asked. "Why don't you
finish getting dressed while I pay Cyndi and then you can refresh your
eye makeup? You look a sight with all that crying. "

Taking a deep breath I resumed dressing and then applied my eye makeup
and lipstick. I suddenly realized that I was unconsciously performing
typical feminine acts and concerns about appearance.

Later in the car on the way home, Adele told me, "You'll stay home a
few days until your face heals. You can take the rest of your vacation
time at work and then submit your resignation. We'll discuss your
future employment options later."

"You're really going through with this aren't you honey?"

"Yes, I've made up my mind. If you can't give me a baby you must be a
woman. I'll find someone who can give me a baby."

"You're going to make me a cuckold?"

"Yes, deep down you want that, don't you? You like to think about
another man with a big cock fucking me and stretching my pussy, don't
you? Wouldn't you like to watch like a girlie sissy?"

I thought a few moments and felt my cock getting hard until I finally
whispered, "Yes."

"That's what I thought sweetie. Well, I'm going to give you what you
want."

My cock struggled to get free of its prison and I felt wetness from
precum oozing out of it. When we got home and entered the house Adele
commented, "You were getting a little excited again coming home weren't
you? I see a big wet spot on the seat of your skirt. I'll be glad when
that package gets here with some things I bought from the transsexual
store on the internet. Maybe I'll check the front porch to see if it
came today. You can go change your skirt and panties."

Within a few moments of entering the bedroom Adele came in carrying a
box, "Ta da! Its here. You can start using some of these right away."

I was immediately apprehensive but excited. She was taking me down a
path that was emasculating and sissifying me and I was becoming more
agreeable and submissive to what she was doing.

"Take off your clothes and we'll put these new items on and try some
for size." she said as she put the box on the bed... I quickly stripped
and she handed me a strange looking item of lingerie in pink satin.
"This is called a slingshot gaffe and will hold your clitty so it
doesn't show even if it gets hard."

I pulled the gaffe up my legs and noticed how nice the satin felt as it
cupped and pulled my cock and balls into a nice package close to my
body. It also had a cotton liner to catch any precum.

"That looks sexy sweetie. Now try on this bustier. It even has garters
to hold your stockings up." she told me as she handed me a bustier in
black satin. With trembling fingers I took it from her and proceeded to
put it on.

"Let me help you with that sweetie. This will lift and separate your
breasts while it pulls in your waist. You'll be so girlie looking.
Here, let me tighten the laces." she said and began to draw them so
tight I could hardly breath.

"Oh!" I gasped as I tried to breath.

"You'll get used to it sweetie. Now put on your stockings and try not
to damage them."

When I went to roll up the stockings I found I couldn't bend far enough
to slip them over my toes.

"I'll do it this time but next time pull up your stockings before you
put on the bustier." she told me as she slipped them over my foot and
rolled them up so I could reach them. When I finished attaching them
she had me slip a pair of 4" heels on and then stand in front of the
mirror. I had to admit that I looked very sluttish in my new lingerie
and it renewed my libido so that my cock began to grow in its new home.
The new gaffe held me securely however, and I enjoyed the look of the
new me.

"You look so sexy sweetie. Why don't you try a few poses?"

I tried to remember how the models posed in the bathing suit issue of
SI and so I tried a few I was suddenly surprised by a flash and turned
to see Adele with the digital camera taking pictures of me.

"That's it sweetie, try a few more and we can watch this later. You are
sooo sexy looking. I don't know how a man could resist you."

Man? I don't want a man. I suddenly remembered her earlier words about
me sucking cock and I became apprehensive again.

"What's the matter sweetie?" she asked as suddenly I sat down on the
bed.

"Honey, you've got to explain to me how far we're going with this? I
don't want a man."

"Sweetie, I explained it all to you. You're going to be my female
companion and help look after my baby when I have it. You're also going
to be my lesbian lover and you're going to be able to live out your
fantasies and be a sissy, girlie cuckold. When you feel the time is
right you may want to be a girl for a man. That part will be up to you
but I want you to be ready for it. Does that answer your question?"

"I think so." I replied with some relief and a return of my libido.

"Why don't you kiss me and then we can make love." she said as she put
her arms around me and placed her mouth on mine. My arms automatically
went around her as she bent my head back and slipped her tongue into my
mouth. I felt so feminine as she assaulted my mouth and I moaned in
response as her hand cupped a breast under the bustier and then slipped
down and began rubbing my cock under the gaffe.

Finally, she lifted her head, "Why don't you get down now and kiss me
sweetie. Be my girlie lover."

Her hands guided me down on my knees beside the bed and between her
legs. Lifting her hips up she pulled up her skirt and waited as I
pulled her panties down to expose her pussy. Putting her hand behind my
head she pulled me in and I plunged my tongue into her, probing deeply
into her and feeling her body gyrate in response.

"That's it sweetie. That's it! Be my lesbian lover. Suck me. Eat me. Oh
yes! That's it you girlie sissy. Suck his cum out of me. Ooohhhooo!!!"

My cock was throbbing as I submitted to her needs and I attacked her
clittie with my tongue and lips.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!

Her body stiffened and her thighs clamped tightly about my head until I
felt myself blacking out from loss of air. Finally, she relaxed and I
gasped to get air into my oxygen starved lungs.

"Oh sweetie! You make such a wonderful lesbian lover." she moaned still
in the throes of her post orgasmic bliss.

I slowly stood up and began to remove the gaffe covering my hard cock
in anticipation of entering her to relieve my own needs but she said,
"Don't take that off. Leave it on. You need to get used to it."

"But honey, I need to cum too."

"I think you're going to have to learn a little self restraint. Also, I
don't want to catch you playing with yourself unless I give you
permission."

Oh, honey, please."

"Maybe later sweetie. We'll see. Now go wash your face and see about
dinner. You're going to have to start sleeping in the guest room now so
this evening you can get you're things moved in there. We'll be doing
some shopping for new clothes for you and then you can start getting
rid of your man clothes."

I knew that I would obey her now. I was becoming dependent on her and
the need to submit.

+++

I woke in the morning at 7AM at the sound of the alarm clock beside the
bed in the guest room. A few minutes later Adele came to the door and
told me, "You can get up now and get started on some things I want you
to do on a regular basis. First, shower and use Nair on your body to
get rid of any hair. Second I want you to give yourself a good enema.
Then call me and I'll help you install a little surprise I have."

"What is it?"

"Never mind, just do as I tell you."

Later, after my shower and enema I felt clean and smooth, inside and
out I called to her and she came in carrying a strange looking object
in her hand.

"Bend over and hold onto the toilet." she told me as she started to
apply Vaseline to the end of the object. Suddenly, I realized what it
was, a butt plug shaped like a cock.

"Please honey, not that. Its too big."

"You'll love it when it's inside. Its supposed to help your feminine
walk and give a little more roll to your tush. Now spread your legs and
relax your ass muscles."

I spread my legs with a whimper and braced myself for the invasion into
my ass. I felt her place the head on my anus with one hand holding the
plug as she grabbed my shoulder with the other and shoved. The greased
plug entered my ass easily and then she took a small rubber bulb and
attached it to the end of the plug and started to pump it. I
immediately felt it begin to swell in my ass until I felt full down
there and my anus was stretched to the maximum.

"There sweetie, that will keep it in and after a few hours you will
loosen up and I can pump it up some more. Now go get dressed and get
our breakfast. We'll be going to the mall to do some shopping today."

"Yes honey." I moaned as I straightened and walked into the bedroom. It
did feel good inside my ass and I could feel my libido start to rise
again and I hurried to get the gaffe on before my cock got too hard; my
hips rolling as I walked across the room.

"That's it sweetie. See how nice it feels to have a big cock inside
you. You look like you're really enjoying it." she giggled.

I blushed as I slipped into my gaffe and then reached for my bustier.
Before donning it my hand slipped up to a breast and squeezed the
nipple. It felt so good!

Adele was watching me dress and I saw her smiling in satisfaction at my
response to my breast fondling. "Its so good to be a woman sweetie.
You're finding that out aren't you?" she told me as she pulled the
laces tight on my bustier.

I blushed again and nodded as I continued to dress. When I was done I
sat at the mirror and applied my makeup. Most of the redness on my face
had disappeared and the remaining redness disappeared under a light
coating of powder. Next I applied lipstick to my new lips and thought
how feminine and sexy they looked.

Adele must have been reading my mind as she continued to watch. "You
have such succulent lips sweetie. A man would certainly like to kiss
them and they would look so pretty wrapped around a big cock."

Despite my brain saying "no way" my cock gave a lurch under my gaffe. I
had to be careful, my libido was engaged in high gear and I might
submit to anything.

After breakfast we went to the mall and spent the rest of the day
shopping. When we left we were laden with skirts, dresses, lingerie,
dresses, jewelry, cosmetics and shoes. I enjoyed the complimentary
looks I received from men and the feel of the butt plug as I walked
through the mall. Adele watched and smiled at my enjoyment, "You're
beginning to like being a woman aren't you honey?"

"Yes, I think I am."

"I think I 'm going to start calling you Beth. Do you like that name?"

I thought a minute then decided I liked the name 'Beth'. "Yes, that
would be fine."

"C'mon, lets stop in this lounge and have a drink. We've done quite a
bit today and should celebrate."

Going into the lounge we deposited our packages in a corner booth and
slid in behind them. A waitress came along and asked, "What'll you
ladies have?"

Before I could speak Adele spoke up and said, "Bring us a couple of
margaritas, up."

The waitress nodded and went off to convey the order to the bartender.
After she left I glanced around the bar and it being early afternoon
only a few other customers were there. My eye fell on two men sitting
nearby at a table and unwittingly smiled at one of them when he looked
our way.

He immediately turned to his partner and gestured our way. I realized
that I had committed a mistake by catching his eye. Being a woman had
its pitfalls because both men got up and headed our way. They were both
big men and I felt a strange flutter in my stomach as they approached
us. I caught myself wondering if their cocks were proportionately the
same size.

"Hi ladies, do you mind if we join you?"

"I'm sorry, but we're married." Adele told them and they just nodded
and went back to their table.

"That was a close call." I said.

"Yes, and I hope you learned something from this. As a woman you have
to be very careful about eye contact. Try to avoid it whenever you can.
Of course, there are times when it comes in handy, if you know what I
mean."

"I think I do now."

"They were kind of cute though. We'll have to come here again."

Just then our drinks arrived and I was still so nervous about our
encounter that I drank it in two gulps and looked around for another as
the affects of the alcohol washed over me.

"That's another thing you've got to remember; women must be very
discrete about alcohol consumption. You can lose inhibitions and find
yourself in trouble..." Adele said as she sipped her drink.

I was learning that being a woman was nice but required that she be on
guard against predatory males at all times.

Finishing her drink, Adele stood up and announced to me, "Time to hit
the road, Beth. Lets get these parcels home and then think about
dinner." Gathering up our parcels we headed to the door, studiously
avoiding looking at the two men who had tried to pick us up earlier.

+++=

The next morning, being Monday, I phoned my work and announced that I
was taking my vacation starting that day for the next two weeks. My
boss was surprised but said they could cope for two weeks.

That morning began the start of a ritualistic routine for me to follow
as a woman starting with an enema in the morning and reinsertion of the
butt plug. Adele kept increasing the inflation pressure slowly until I
could take it in without discomfort and finally the day arrived when
she told me that I didn't need it any longer. After that I missed
having something shoved into me and liked the feeling of comfortable
fullness it gave.

In the meantime, Adele was utilizing my erotic weaknesses to further my
submissiveness. She forbade allowing me to cum except when directed by
her. This she managed by allowing me to enter her every three days and
then ordering me to clean her pussy out afterward "To develop a taste
for it." she told me. She also reminded me daily that I would soon be
cuckolded and had me at her beck and call daily to worship her pussy. I
spent much time on my knees with my face in her crotch bringing her to
orgasm.

Finally, on Friday she announced, "I'm going out on a date tonight and
I'd like you to wait up for me."

I was stunned but torn between being the jealous husband and an elated
cuckold. Was this it? She had been telling and preparing me for days to
the possibility of romance with another man. All I could do was nod and
acknowledge what she had told me.

Later that evening she came down stairs just as a horn sounded out
front. "I may be a little late but wait for me and don't touch that
clitty of yours." She was dressed with a miniskirt to show off her
lovely legs and a snug fitting sweater that emphasized her breasts. Her
face was heavily made up for her; almost sluttish.

"No honey." I responded and watched as she went out the door. My clitty
was throbbing and I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep until she got
home.

I spent the evening watching TV and attempting to fill in the time so
my thoughts didn't dwell on my throbbing clitty and what Adele might be
doing. It was after 1 AM when I heard a car door slam out front and I
was instantly apprehensive as the door opened and she re-entered. Her
hair was disheveled and her lipstick smeared as she stood there a
moment looking at me.

"I had a great time Beth. I wish you could have been there," she said
as she crossed to a chair and sat down. "Maybe you will be some time.
Now come over here and get on your knees." she told me as she put her
hips on the edge of the cushion, pulled her skirt up and pulled her
panties down to reveal her pussy with the swollen labia and crusty
secretions between them. "Here it is cuckold, eat your fill. I'll bet
you're hungry after waiting so long."

My response was to thrust my face into her funky smelling groin and
force my tongue between her swollen lips and begin probing for what I
knew was in there. I was soon rewarded with a husky glob of cum mixed
with her juices that I savored in my mouth before swallowing it down.

"That's it! That's it! You sweet, sissy cuckold. Get it all this time.
He fucked me three times so you have a lot to swallow. Next week is my
ovulating time and I won't want you down there eating any sperm then.
He's already fathered three kids so I know it'll do the job. But this
time its all yours. Go for it."

She clamped her thighs about my head as she approached her orgasm and
with the first convulsion she released a large discharge of cum into my
eager mouth.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! You're so good at this. Fucking is nice but this is just
as good." she moaned as her body began to relax after her orgasm.

I wanted to continue my ministrations of her pussy but she pushed my
face away from her. "I'm too tender down there now. Would you like to
cum sweetie?"

I nodded and she said, "Go ahead, stand up in front of me and jack-off
your clitty. Catch it in your hand Beth."

Standing, I reached up and slipped my gaff down. My clitty sprang out
from its prolonged confinement and I grabbed it and began to slide my
hand up and down it using the precum that covered it as a lubricant. I
had a three day supply of semen and it didn't take long before it was
gushing out and I tried to capture it in my hand and still remain
standing with my legs almost like jell-O

"That's it sweetie. Now you know what to do with your weak stuff."

I brought my hand up to my face and began to lap up the sticky
contents; swallowing it down as I'd done before. When I'd finished I
turned my hand to show her it was all gone.

"Very good Beth. You're becoming an accomplished cum eater. You must
really like the taste."

I stood there with my face all covered and my mouth coated with her
juices and his cum and nodded in response.

"Why don't you get cleaned up and go to bed Beth. I'm going to have a
shower and go to bed myself. We're going to start a new routine
tomorrow.

I could only wonder what she had in mind.

+++

Late the next morning I awoke in my room and dressed in a blouse and
slacks after doing my enema routine. Then I fixed my hair and applied
my makeup and then went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The
coffee was just finished perking when Adele showed up.

"I smelled the coffee Beth. I awoke famished. There's nothing like a
good fuck to work up an appetite don't you think?"

I blushed as I poured her coffee but didn't respond.

Later after breakfast she told me, "Go into the bed room and strip down
except for your gaffe. We girls are going to have a little fun."

"OK," I responded and went into the bedroom and stripped off my
clothes.

A couple of minutes later she joined me wrapped in a robe.

"Get on your knees Beth. I have a surprise for you."

I knelt down in front of her and she slowly opened her robe and let it
slide to the floor. She was wearing a strap-on with a huge cock
suspended by straps around her waist. It was very realistic with veins
running down it and a large purple head with a realistic slit on its
end.

"Here's your surprise sweetie. Isn't it beautiful? Don't you want to
kiss it? It's the same size as my boy friend's that he fucked me with
last night. It really stretched me out. Can't you just see it going in
and out of my pussy? Now we can pretend you're making love to him too
so open your mouth and take it inside like a true girlie sissy."

I was appalled. She had told me that one day I would be sucking cock as
part of my transformation to womanhood but I had hoped she was just
trying to scare me. Now I knew just how serious she was. She not only
wanted to sissify and emasculate me she also wanted to turn me into a
homosexual and place me in limbo as a sexual identity.

She reached out her hand and placed it behind my head as she brought
the head closer to my lips. "Kiss it sweetie. Pretend it's the cock
that fucked me. Can't you see it going into my pussy and my legs
wrapping around my boy friend to pull it in as far as it will go."

My cock was throbbing behind the gaffe as it touched my lips and I
couldn't stop my mouth opening to take it inside. It slid over my new
puffy lips, which acted as a cushion for the shaft.

"That's it sweetie. Watch your teeth and close your lips around it. Use
your tongue suck the cum out of it. Cum is so good right from the
source." she told me as she slowly began to fuck my mouth. "Now look up
at me and worship your master. Thank him with your eyes for the nice
big cock and all the cum he's going to give you. I continued to suckle
and work the cock in my mouth for several minutes while looking up at
her. The look on her face was one of elation as though she'd won a
battle and was accepting her due from the loser.

" Oh sweetie! I think I'm going to cum now. You're a good cocksucker
too. Here I cum!" Suddenly, I felt a spurt of something hit the back of
my mouth followed by several more. I tried to pull away but she held me
fast. "Swallow it down sweetie. Its what all the girls do and it's so
nice and fresh and tasty."

The spurting finally stopped and she withdrew it from my mouth. "Its
just a little white of an egg, salt, milk and flour sweetie. It almost
tastes like the real thing doesn't it?"

I nodded, too stunned by being seduced into taking the dildo in my
mouth. My cock still throbbed behind the gaffe.

"Why don't you get up on the bed sweetie? Get on your hands and knees
and I'll let you feel how nice it is to take a cock in your pussy. You
have your own pussy you know. All girls have them."

Still shocked I shook my head in disbelief.

"C'mon now. Get up on the bed and assume the position with your gaffe
down." she told me and I slowly rose from my knees, climbed on the bed,
positioned myself on my hands and knees and pulled the gaffe down,
exposing my ass.

Getting on the bed behind me she straddled my legs and brought the tip
of the dildo to my anus and rubbed the still wet and dripping head to
provide lubrication.

"I know you're going to enjoy this; you liked the butt plug so much."
she said as she grasped my shoulders and then thrust forward to embed
the dildo in my ass. It slid in without resistance and I felt her
thighs against mine.

"Now I'm going to fuck you sweetie. It'll be the ultimate high for me
as a woman to fuck a man and an ultimate high for you as a girlie sissy
being fucked by a woman."

I groaned in happiness at the full feeling in my ass and pushed back to
urge her on.

She began to fuck me in long slow strokes accompanied by talking in my
ear. "How does it feel to be fucked sweetie? Don't you feel debased and
fulfilled at the same time? Isn't your little clitty throbbing and want
to cum. You really want to cum don't you? Well, hold it back until I
tell you and we can all cum together."

I pressed back again in my eagerness to get more and she began to fuck
me faster. I could hear her panting and grunting increase too and I
knew the dildo was pressing against her clit at the same time. I
struggled to hold back my orgasm and at the same time reach maximum
pleasure from my submission and debasement.

"OK sweetie, I'm going to cum now. OooHooo!! Suddenly, I felt the dildo
start to fill my ass with cum and I released a torrent of cum onto the
bed. Everything disappeared into blurry picture of pure pleasure as she
pressed the dildo into me to its maximum depth. I felt her shudder and
heard her moan in ecstasy as our organisms tailed down on parallel
paths.

Recovering, she slowly withdrew the dildo from my ass leaving me with
an empty feeling again. "Oh, sweetie! That was so good. We're going to
have such a good time together as girls. And look at you. You came
without touching your clitty. Just like a real girl. I'm so proud of
you. Now lets go get cleaned up and we can relax the rest of the day.
You have a date tonight you know."

"A date?" I asked as I got up from the bed and felt the 'cum' run down
my legs from my dripping ass and gaffe.

"Yes, my boy friend has fixed you up with one of his friends who likes
sissy girlies like you. You may get to feel a real cock in you tonight.
Wouldn't that be great?"

+++

The day went quickly as I was beginning to look forward to my upcoming
date. Adele took me to her beauty salon and they did my hair and nails.
She introduced me as her cousin who was coming to live with her.

We went shopping for dresses and we picked a hot number in red for me
and a similar one in black for her. It made me feel so sexy when I
tried it on. I was beginning to feel more like a woman all the time.

We began our preparations for the evening after a light lunch and by 7
o'clock we were both ready when the horn honked out front. We went out
and I met Adele's boy friend Tom who was a big husky man with broad
shoulders and a contagious smile. I could see why she went for him. She
had worked with him once before and he was now divorced.

My date was a little less imposing but a pleasant man named Bill who
kissed my hand when we were introduced. He assisted me into the back
seat of Tom's SUV and I didn't mind as he placed his arm around my
shoulders as we headed off. Our first stop was at a posh restaurant
where we had a leisurely dinner and made idle conversation. I was
nervous at first but after my first glass of wine I relaxed and joined
in the conversation. I didn't even mind when I felt Bill's hand
caressing my thigh during dinner.

Afterwards we went to a club and danced. I struggled at the start to
dance the role of the woman but Bill was patient and I soon got the
hang of it. Once he whispered in my ear, "I'll bet you can make love
like a woman easier. Adele tells me you're quite accomplished."

I blushed and nodded knowing it was the drinks I'd had when I
responded, "I'm sure that won't be a problem."

Shortly after we went back to our place and had another drink before
heading to our respective bedrooms. It didn't bother me that Tom had
his big hand on Adele's ass as they went into their room and shut the
door. I had taken Bill's hand and led him into my room and shut the
door. We began undressing one another and when I got down to his briefs
I could see he had an impressive package for a smaller man and I was
not disappointed when I got on my knees and pulled them down.

He was already semi hard as I slowly reached and grasped the shaft and
brought my head forward unaided to take the head in my mouth.
Remembering to keep my teeth away I let him slide it across my lips and
cradle it on my tongue until he was at the back of my throat. I'd heard
that some women and gays could swallow the head down their throats but
I didn't know if I was ready to attempt that yet as I began to suck on
it and use my tongue up under the head. Looking up I could see him
looking down at me with a smile on his face. Then he closed his eyes
and tilted his head back and I was pleased and thrilled that he was
enjoying my ministrations. He placed his hands behind my head and
slowly began to fuck my mouth with deliberate motions as I continued to
work my tongue under it.

I could feel it growing and hardening in my mouth and I was getting
excited myself at how I was submitting to his maleness and how much I
wanted his cum. Adele had done her work well.

Suddenly, the pace of his thrusts increased and I knew he was getting
close as I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me as he exploded. The
sensation of making him cum almost caused me to swoon, but I hurriedly
gulped down his seed as it gushed forth. I was insatiable and wanted
more when he finally stopped and gently pulled his softening cock from
my mouth.

"You were wonderful, Beth." he told me, "but let's take a brief rest
till I recover and then we can make love."

"Alright," I whispered as we sat down on the edge of the bed. Suddenly,
we heard a loud moan through the wall from the next room and then a
steady thumping sound followed by squealing and crying. "Eeeooohh!! Oh
god, your so big. Give it all to me!! Fuck me!! It was my wife being
fucked. I was being cuckolded and it just increased my libido as I
turned to Bill and placed my cummy lips on his. He immediately
responded by putting his arms around me and thrusting his tongue in my
mouth and then began to simulate fucking with it. My hand went to his
cock which was showing signs of reviving and I began to stoke it using
the saliva and cum on it as a lubricant. His head slipped down and he
began suckling my breasts, as the nipples were as hard as stones.

The pace of fucking from the next room was starting to increase as bill
gently pushed me back on the bed and spread my knees and pushed them up
to my shoulders. "This is so much more intimate then the doggie
position." he said as he leaned over me and placed his cock head
against my anus. A sudden thrust and he was inside me and I let out my
own squeal of ecstasy. It felt so good to be filled again. Then we
added our own thumping noise to that of Tom and Adele.

"You're so nice and tight Beth. I'm going to cum again soon." as he
picked up the pace of his fucking and I could feel myself beginning to
head for the heights of ecstasy.

"Fuck me!! Fuck me!! My cries of joy and orgasmic pleasure seem to fill
and echo around the room but I realized it was Adele crying out with me
from the next room. Suddenly, the thumping stopped in the next room and
at almost the same time Bill lunged into me a final time and began to
empty his seed into me. This precipitated my own response and I echoed
with Adele again as we also orgasmed. Aeeehhooo!!!

We lay together for some time until our breathing returned to normal
and then he slowly with drew his cock from me and rolled to the side;
completely spent, as I was.

"That was certainly something Beth," he said. I don't think I've
enjoyed myself more."

"Thank you Bill." I was so pleased that I had satisfied him as a woman
and I silently thanked Adele for showing me my new role. I felt happy,
as I lay there full of Bill's cum in my tummy and my ass.

Shortly, there was a knock on the door and it was opened to reveal
Adele standing there in a robe. I suddenly felt exposed and hurried to
cover myself with a sheet. "Hi you two. It sounded as though you were
having a good time over here." she said as she came in. She stepped
over to the bed and bent down and kissed me on the cheek. "How does it
feel to be a woman sweetie?"

I acknowledged her kiss with one of my own on her cheek and responded
breathlessly, "Just wonderful honey."

"I'm so glad. Now come on you two. Tom is getting dressed and wants to
go. He has an early golf time tomorrow."

"I guess I'd better move too." Bill said as he stood and began to
dress.

After they had gone Adele put her arms around me and as we stood with
our breasts pressed together she said, "Are you ready for your bedtime
snack sweetie?"

"Bed time snack?" I queried.

"You know. Toms gift to me?"

I suddenly comprehended and surprised myself by enthusiastically
responding, "Oh yes, sure."

We went into her bedroom and she removed her robe to reveal the same
crusty pussy as the previous night. She sat on the edge of the bed and
spread her knees to give me access and I fell to my knees and plunged
my face into her crotch.

"Oh yes," she moaned. You are such a good pussy eater. Get all the nice
sweet cum out of me. Suck me dry you lovely cunt lapper. I eagerly
cleaned out great globs of Tom's cum from her pussy and swallowed it
down to join Bill's load in my tummy. After Adele had orgasmed and I
had cleaned out the last of Tom's cum she patted me on the head, "That
was heavenly sweetie. We will do so well together."

PROLOGUE

Adele did get pregnant by Tom twice and we live together as best
girlfriends. I have dates with Bill and other guys but my first
priority remained with Adele and helping raise our kids. I had my job
moved to our home. The company was most sympathetic about my new
situation and assisted in the move.

She put me on female hormones full time and within a few months my
breasts had grown from a B to a C cup and my aureoles had grown too. My
skin and flesh had gotten softer and my clitty and its male attachments
had shrunk significantly but my female sex drive flourished so I didn't
miss them. I love my new body and how it attracts men.

We live happily together and someday we'll have to explain it all to
the kids but we'll worry about that later. As society becomes more
tolerant of cases such as ours we don't expect any problems.

29 December 2009

Poor Percy -t

I face the mirror and study my reflection. Without vanity, I must admit to
being very beautiful. My three ladies (I call them ladies in Waiting) are close
to being in the same category as myself, but not having the advantages of
wealth as I have, are not quite at my level. They are around me – Cynthia, my
beautiful English rose, pale blonde, creamy complexion, is brushing my hair
gently, just the way I like it. Tracy, the striking raven-haired beauty with the
swarthy skin of her gypsy ancestors and the whitest of teeth is sitting on the
bench beside me, doing very fine fingernail maintenance. Alice, she of the
titian hair and lazy hazel eyes sitting at my other side, just yawning – but I
see her comparing our reflections through her half closed eyelids, no doubt
wishing our positions were reversed and that she was the Queen of this
particular court. I smile to myself, enjoying the fact that she isn't

Most people would consider these three ladies as maids – but only because of the
aprons they wear. Psychologically, they are no more maids than I am. All three
were hand picked by me over the period of almost a year and I am almost
beginning to believe that they are ready to be turned loose for my further
entertainment. The working maids that support the house do not like them, but I
don't care about the opinions of the lower classes one way or another. I dress
these companions of mine in sumptuous clothes – but make sure they remember
their true status by making them wear the traditional aprons. I only make them
wear the lace caps when I'm feeling particularly bloody minded.

After dinner each night, the ordinary girl servants are sent off to their own
quarters on the estate and forbidden to come near the main house on pain of
instant dismissal. My pretties and I then amuse ourselves. Sometimes we play
cards, sometimes board games – but always there are sexual undertones, whatever
we play. We all enjoy feminine company very much, if you know what I mean. At
other times we just sit and talk about various subjects. Naturally, some of
these discussions involve Percy, my husband. At these times, our primary area of
commonality seems to come to the fore. Tonight, they are sensing that I am
going to unleash them soon and the predatory shine to their eyes matches my own.

I've said that these ladies were all hand picked. The criteria I use is very
simple. They have to be slim, very attractive, taller than five foot nine
inches – and carry an unshakable dislike of the male sex. A deep desire to
humble and humiliate all men.

This predatory and domineering nature is of course not visible to the naked
eye. I survey the pretty, feminine, picture we make in the mirror – the flash
of satins, the susurrus of taffeta, the whisper of lace on silk. The vibrant
colors of the satins, tempered by the muted understatements of the silks. I can
smell the air, redolent, with enticing traces of our perfumes. See the
highlights of our individual hairstyles gleaming in the bright lights of my
dressing table. I start to inhale contentedly, but feel an itch that calls to be
scratched growing by the minute. Stretch my arms out and yawn.
"Feel like a stroll ladies?" I ask lazily, watching to see their reactions from
half closed eyes.
And my three attack cats all react. Just in little ways mind you. A half smile,
a tightening about the eyes, an eyebrow raised no more than a quarter of an
inch, but my sleek beasties know that something is on my mind. This is an
activity we only do rarely.

"We might just run across my husband if we do so." I drawled. "I'm afraid I've
been neglecting him for a long time now." I sniffed regally. "I really must
find something for the poor dear to do with himself. He seems so listless these
days."

Tracy flashed her eyes at me and I knew she was going to find a way to be
impertinent – but I like that streak of wildness in her. Wondered idly, what
she'd do to Percy – if I ever turned her loose!
"If Madame would not be offended?" she purred.
"You could never offend me, silly girl. What are you thinking?"
"You could perhaps allow him to leave the house? So much time indoors? Maybe a
turn in the garden now and then would revive his disposition? N'est pas?"

I pretend to reflect on this. "Yes my dear. You may have a point. But as I
have pointed out to the dear man on a number of occasions, his pale skin suffers
terribly from any contact with the sun – and I'd hate to see his beautiful
complexion be subjected to such danger."
Cynthia stops brushing my hair for a moment. Smiles wickedly. "Yes. His
complexion is one that any girl would envy. So pale and smooth. Peaches and
cream. Lovely."
"But there is always the evening to be considered Madame. The fresh air then
might help without the danger from the sun?" Tracy persisted.
"But his delicate physical condition could be possibly damaged by the night
air." I replied. "And you all may laugh at my old fashioned ideas – but I don't
think that the night air is good for him."

Cynthia commenced brushing my hair again. "I would never laugh at your way of
loving your husband ma'am.. Looking after him, protecting him from all sorts of
harm. Making this beautiful feminine environment and cocooning him inside it.
Not allowing the crass masculine attributes of the outside world to impact on
him. I truly hope that he appreciates all that you do for him?"

I straightened up in my chair. Decided to let the leashes out a little. "You
know, Cynthia? I am not sure that he does!"

A theatrical gasp comes from all three girls. "No Madame! Surely not! How
could anyone not be appreciative for the care and love you lavish on him?" Alice
was reacting beautifully, a hand carefully placed on her heaving breasts. "Only
a male beast could fail . . Oh, I am speechless with indignation!" she said –
but laughed to show that it was all in jest.
"You are a Saint, Madame! To be shown such ingratitude and not wish to punish
the offender!" Tracy added, reading my mind perfectly. I sighed, inwardly
delighted at the turn the conversation was taking. Decided to add a little more
fuel to the fire.
"Oh? Sometimes I DO think that some punishment is merited. But I am so opposed
to any form of corporal punishment that I cannot conceive of chastising my poor
dear husband." I paused. "Maybe one of you ladies could dream up something
appropriate?" I added softly.

"Perhaps he could be forced to throw himself at your feet and beg forgiveness?"
Alice said thoughtfully after a moment. "That way he would be showing that he
realizes that, though you are the strength in this house, that you also have the
delicate sensibilities of the female of the species, and that he should
appreciate all of your kindnesses towards him?"

I toyed with the idea. "A nice proposal Alice. It surely has some attraction
for me, but? Men being men, you know? It would be very difficult to force him
to his knees. Might damage the male psyche, poor thing."
Cynthia took a slow stroke through my hair. "Mistress? Perhaps he could be made
to feel that he should do such a thing voluntarily, so to speak?"

This was getting interesting. I caught her reflected eye in the mirror. "Yes?
Go on dear. You think he would prostrate himself voluntarily?" I asked.
"Well, perhaps not as things stand. But with a little guidance?"
"Guidance my dear? Who do you see providing such guidance?"
"Of course, you would be the most qualified Madame. But it might seem somewhat
demeaning for you to point out how he should behave towards you. Perhaps
myself, Alice and Tracy could let him . . let him. . " she paused, searching for
words.
"Realize the error of his ways?" I coached.
"Wonderful Madame! A perfect way of describing it."

"And how do you see this being done?" I asked smoothly.
"Why mistress, I don't know for sure. But perhaps he could be trained to serve
you as we do?"
"You mean, be a Man in Waiting, so to speak?"
She laughed her soft, seductive, laugh that I always find so attractive. "Oh no
ma'am. I was thinking that as a man, he doesn't appreciate you. Perhaps if we
brought out his feminine side more. . . .?"
"Make my husband into a Lady in Waiting? Serve me, like one of you delightful
companions? As an idea Cynthia? It has merit. Decided merit!"

Cynthia speeded up her brush strokes, blushing at my praise. Alice looked up at
me. "But Madame? Would you wish to have a maid-in-training serve you?"
"Of course not!" I answered.
"Well? I was thinking? Perhaps he could learn to appreciate feminine virtues
more if he served myself, Tracy, and Cynthia? Was trained by us? I'm sure that
he would be much more appreciative of your kindness and generosity after we had
finished with him?"

I pretended concern. "But? You ladies are so proper. So demanding! My poor
husband would perhaps take a week, maybe more to train!"
"I would think it would take longer Madame. Of course, you would be the final
judge of that, but I feel – and I'm sure that Alice and Tracy would agree with
me - that we would want him to be the perfect servant for you. After all, you
deserve the very best!"
I reached up behind me and took a gentle hold of Cynthia's wrist. "How wonderful
it is to have such considerate ladies in my employ. Thank you dear. That's a
lovely suggestion. How long would you estimate the training would take – if I
were to allow it of course?"

She shrugged. "Three months? What do you girls think?" she asked, addressing
the other two.
"About that amount of time. Yes, at least." Alice answered.
"Don't be mad at me Cynthia dear," Tracy said. "But we are probably not the best
trainers in the house."
Cynthia bristled. "I can't think of anyone better!"

Tracy put her nail file down, and reached an arm across my back then around.
Caressed my breast as only she can. Put her other hand on my thigh and stroked
it.
"You are very forward – you hussy!" I said softly, enjoying her ministrations,
leaning back for a kiss. After the few seconds it took, Tracy lifted her mouth
from mine and addressed Cynthia.
"But Cynthia? Think on this. If you want to train someone in anything? Do you
start that person at the very top?" Tracy whispered this, all the time
continuing to pleasure me with her hands.
"Of course not!" Cynthia replied sharply.
"Well then? Why not start him at the entry level position? Have one of the
other maids train him." Tracy said slyly.
"Oh, you devil!" I giggled, suddenly seeing the possibilities. "That is
something I would very much like to watch. My husband under the supervision of a
junior maid? Oh, I couldn't!" But I smiled broadly to show that I could
retract this negative reaction of mine quite easily.

Alice spoke up. "I would love to watch that as well. May I suggest that Madame
have surveillance cameras installed all through the house and in the maid's
quarters? That way we . . "
"We could ALL get to watch!" I enthused. "What a wonderful idea! You girls
are SUCH gems! I think I'll give you all a tiny reward tonight. Cynthia? You
came up with the original idea – but I'm afraid that Tracy topped it. Then
Alice's suggestion just put the topper on that. I'm hard pressed to say who's
input was most valuable – but bear with me, I'll figure out something that
will please all of you."

Being rich, I am also quite frugal. My girls know this, but they are also aware
that any rewards I give are usually enjoyable – even if monetarily worthless.
They all smiled at each other as I spoke. Tracy actually curtseyed!

A few minutes later, we were all walking along, chatting amicably – on the hunt
for my sweet little husband. The rustle of our clothes as we moved through the
house was very titillating to me – I knew the terror that the sound would impart
to him once he heard it – but he was going to be given good reason for his fear
on this particular evening, I thought. The gentle teasing was over. I was
going to start the game! I had been contemplating various ideas for some time
now, but the conversation I'd just had was providing the impetus for my slowly
forming plans.

We tracked him down in his study, poring over a stamp album. On my knock, he
called out for us to come in – his voice soft and weak.

I did feel a small pang of remorse about what I was going to do to the poor
dear. After all, my total wealth had come from him. He'd been fortunate enough
to hire me as legal and financial counsel after his father died and some nephews
and nieces contested the will. He'd been SO sweet – and careless with his money
- that I'd suggested that he give me power of attorney. That had been almost
three years ago. Now he belonged to me, body and soul.

He hadn't many friends, so was easy to isolate. Not caring for men, I'd
eliminated all male servants gradually. Then, as I declared him to be frail and
delicate, I basically took control his exits and entrances from the house – all
for his own good of course. Now he had spent the last three months without a
single chance to go outdoors, so had spent that time in close proximity to an
entirely female environment. As I often bedded one or more of my companions,
I'd had to move him from the master bedroom into one by himself.. I'd allowed
him to decorate it by himself – well actually with the three Ladies in Waiting
assisting him.

He'd blushed a great deal when I complimented his taste – the satin spread and
pillows in pink and white. The white furniture, the silk canopy over his bed in
pink – with a pale blue lace trim. The little dolls in formal evening wear
sitting on top of his bed. Everything was SO pretty! My girls told me that he'd
actually wanted something else, but they had 'convinced' him that I wouldn't
care for what he wanted. He'd also discovered during this process that none of
my ladies actually paid the slightest attention to any authority he might have
thought he possessed. Now, as he looked up at us as we swept into the room, I
could understand his trepidation.

I went over to him and gave him an effusive hug. "Darling! You're sitting all
by yourself again! And in your robe and pajamas! This early!" I then turned
to Cynthia." Cynthia? I'm so glad you commented on my husband's health. You
were absolutely correct!" Turned my attention back to him. "Cynthia had
mentioned that you seemed peaked. And? I think she's correct. Are you feeling
unwell, darling? Were you going to bed?"
"No Susan. I'm feeling fine. Just felt more comfortable this way. But thank
you for your concern." He turned to Cynthia. "You too, miss." he said.

"Miss?" I asked quickly. "This is Cynthia! That is a disgraceful attitude
Percy! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"But darling. She . . ."
I knew perfectly well, of course, that all of my three ladies had taught him to
address them as "Miss" as a mark of respect, but there was no sense in letting
him know that.
"I will NOT have you talking down to these young ladies!" I snapped. "Please
don't even try to apologize for your abominable snobbishness!"

The poor dear was almost in tears, but he was wise enough to be quiet. I'd only
spanked him once before but he was well aware that I would spank him again if he
argued with me. He opted for peace. "I'm sorry dear." he said meekly.
"That's better. But it's those ladies you should be apologizing to. Go and
kiss Cynthia, and beg her forgiveness. Then? Do the same to Tracy and Alice
please."

Faltering, he got up from his chair and approached Cynthia.. He was taken
totally by surprise when instead of waiting for him, she stepped forward quickly
and took him in her arms. He actually struggled for a second, but she was too
strong for him. When she finished with him, he never had a chance to apologize
as Tracy pulled him into her embrace. Then Alice took him over.
By the time they had finished with him, his mouth was red with their lipstick –
that almost matched his blushes.

"There! That's better. See how nice it is when you are friendly with people
Percy?" I asked.

Standing there, disheveled and cowed amongst the grinning females that
surrounded him, he managed a weak smile. "Yes Susan. I see what you mean."
"Very good Percy! Now, I want you to cement your friendship with these three
ladies by joining us for a game of Trivial Pursuit. My ladies really want a
game tonight, but I don't feel like playing. I'd rather watch. I've been
neglecting you and I'm sorry, so this will kill two birds with one stone. You'll
become closer to the girls and, at the same time, get some mental stimulation."
"Perhaps Madame would like to be the judge? Available to arbitrate arguments?
Hand out forfeits?" Alice asked.
"That sounds like an excellent idea. Yes. I'll be the judge. Come along Percy
don't keep us ladies waiting!" I beckoned to him, then turned and left the
room, everyone following me.

Telling them to make themselves comfortable once we got back to the bedroom, I
suggested that they play on the floor. I sat on a chair of course, overseeing
the players and the game. The girls all crowded around my poor little husband,
practically drowning him in a sea of femininity. I decided that it would be a
quicker game if they teamed up, so awarded Percy to Tracy as her partner
against the other two. She gave me a sly glance of thanks. She knew that this
was an indication of the reward I'd promised.

As they set up the board for play, I was aware of an analogy – a peahen
surrounded by bright flashy peacocks. There was the sex aspect to consider of
course – it was actually the other way around, but the thought amused me and
gave me some points to consider as I leisurely considered my plans of action –
both for the short and long terms.

My Ladies are all adept at most any games of skill or chance. I thought,
perhaps a little too late, of what fun they'd have had with Percy in a game of
strip poker, but stored that idea away for future use. The set up I had now was
ideal.

I had been distracted by my thoughts for a little while, but was brought back to
reality by an argument between Tracy and Alice. I pondered the question then
decided in Tracy's favor. Alice made a little facial expression of
disappointment, so I gave her ten demerits immediately. I saw Percy's puzzled
expression at this, as he obviously didn't know what the assignment of demerits
meant.

The game proceeded apace, with a great deal of giggling and verbal jousting
between the girls as the answers flew thick and fast. I could see Percy
gradually getting caught up in the excitement, then gave Tracy a signal. At
Percy's next correct answer, she let out a squeal. "Oh partner! You're
wonderful!" With that, she embraced him and gave him a long, lingering kiss. I
noticed her hand snaking up under his robe. His ineffectual resistance didn't
last very long and the other girls and I watched with amusement as he finally
laid in Tracy's arms, passive and compliant.
"All right you two girls!" I protested. "Fun's fun, but we have a game going on
here!"

With reluctance, Tracy slackened her embrace, but kept a proprietary arm around
his shoulder, kissing him now on a regular basis. The poor dears eyes began to
glaze, I'll swear. At first he was nonplussed by her attention, scared probably
of my reaction. After I ignored what she was doing to him though, he just
accepted her ministrations with all the signs of a meek enjoyment, gradually
sitting in her embrace, just as if he were a feminine possession of hers.

Then I gave Alice her reward – and Cynthia hers as well. It was a stroke of
genius. Alice had made an incorrect answer. I held my hand up. "Alice? That
was an easy question. You should have answered that. Ten more demerits!
That's twenty now. Cynthia? Will you give Alice her spanking please?"

Now Alice may be a domme when it comes to males, but she LOVES being spanked by
a woman – and Cynthia is equally enamored of applying her hands to a rounded
feminine backside. With a great deal of pretended protestation by Alice, the
punishment was finally administered, with much flashing of satins and lace,
squeals and giggles – as Cynthia's hand made six resounding slaps on Alice's
bared backside. While all of this was going on, Tracy of course was wooing my
husband assiduously, her lips and hands busy all the while.

The game resumed after the spanking, but the air was charged with sexual tension
as both couples were now attending to each others desires. Naturally, Percy was
so distracted by Tracy's attentions that he began to make repeated errors. I
started giving him demerits then, watching Tracy's eyes widen with delight at
what was now an obvious outcome, sentenced him to a spanking by his partner.

He did protest quite vehemently, protesting the unfairness, but when I sentenced
him to an additional three spanks for arguing, he settled down immediately.
Tracy started humming a happy gypsy melody as she arranged him over her knees,
and the other two gathered around – leaving my view unobstructed of course –
while she slowly lifted his robe then pulled his pajama pants down to reveal his
plump little backside.

The first smack of her hand on his ass was distinct and sharp. We all laughed
as he let out a little girlish squeal, and bucked a little. He started to
whimper at the fourth slap. By the ninth, he was weeping copiously.

He settled back into Tracy's embrace again as if it were the most natural thing
in the world, with her cooing and kissing him and saying how sorry she was.
Like a little puppy dog, he gazed up at her, so happy at not being spanked any
more. I showed my disgust for his sissified behavior, pointing out that Alice
hadn't cried at her spanking – and here he was, a big strong male, crying like a
little girl! If he didn't behave I'd give him something to cry about!

Later on, Cynthia earned enough demerits and was sentenced to a spanking. I
almost exploded with laughter when she demanded a "Revokement". Having no idea
what she meant, I was sensible enough to play along. "This is a rare request.
What makes you think you are entitled?"
"I bring this to your attention Madame. I have been the only one given demerits
in the last four instances – with nobody getting any in this period. You
yourself brought this rule some months ago if I may remind you to prevent any
miscarriages of judicial power, and allows me to apply the sentence to anyone
else who has been awarded demerits. As I see no reason to spank my own partner,
and Tracy has no demerits as yet, I ask for revokement – and that I be allowed
to spank Percy!"

I could not believe how sharp this little minx was! She had fabricated this
whole thing! I was so close to laughing that I couldn't speak, just nodded my
head gravely in concurring with her request. Squealing with no shame now, Percy
was ordered over Cynthia's knees and was weeping again before she even started.
While she lambasted him, I walked over to my lingerie drawer and pulled out a
half dozen pairs of satin panties, making sure that one pair was a delicate
pink. Then I went back and sat in my chair.

His face all swollen with his blubbering, poor Percy was finally allowed to
stand. Dazed, he pulled up his pants and started to walk back to Tracy's side,
but before he got there, I spoke to him. Gently, but with authority. "Percy?
Come over here please."

The poor dear tried valiantly to smile, but it was a travesty. "Darling?
You've shamed me." I told him as he staggered towards me. "What kind of man do
these ladies think I am married to? A sissy, that's what they must be thinking.
I warned you that I'd give you something to cry for, didn't I?. Come and lay
over my knees now. And darling? If you pause or complain I'll double up on the
number of the spanks I'm going to give you. NOW please!"

He rammed his hand into his mouth in a vain attempt to eliminate the whimpering
and muffled noises coming from it, but obeyed me and laid down gently over my
knees. I positioned him so that his backside was stuck up in the air
invitingly, then pulled the waistband of his pajamas down again. His backside
was scarlet before I started, as I pointed out to the girls as they crowded
around. "Feel girls! Feel how his nice little backside has become all hot!
Feel the heat!"

Oohing sympathetically, the ladies all laid cool hands on his bare and
defenseless posterior and pleaded on his behalf. I was adamant however. His
backside was red before I started but was an even more fiery red after another
six. Then I stopped and caressed his buttocks. "Oh dear! You're even more all
hot and bothered. Here. I've something for you." With that, I pushed his
pajama pants down and off completely. Then I put the pink satin panties on him
and pulled them up into place.
"Do these feel nice and cool dear?"
"Yes." He managed to gulp out.
"Well, being the sissy that you are, I thought that pink satin panties are what
you should be wearing. Wasn't that a good idea?"
He took a little too long in responding, but a sharp smack on his panties got
his attention.
"Oh yes dear. Thank you." He mumbled through more tears.
Not only that? Here's more for you to take back to your room with you tonight.
That way you can remind yourself of how you acted like a sissy in front of my
friends. Maybe, by wearing panties from now on will remind you of how to act
like a man?"
"Yes dear."

"Mistress?" Alice spoke.
"Yes dear?" I answered.
"I don't think it's fair!" she said.
"What's not fair?"
"I think that if anyone here has the right to spank him, it's me!"
"I don't understand dear. Why would you say such a thing?" I said, smiling at
her.
"When I passed him in the hallway this morning, I smiled at him and wished him
good morning. He just ignored me!"
"That's not true!" he said indignantly.
"Are you calling Alice a liar?" I asked him severely.
"No. But. . . Honest. . . I didn't ignore you Miss. I mean Alice. I mean .
. ."
"Maybe she didn't hear you?" I said quietly, offering him a way out of his
dilemma.

The poor dear grabbed at the opportunity quickly. "Yes … That must have been
it. I was preoccupied. Maybe spoke too quietly?"
"One of my ladies spoke to you? Was nice enough to pay attention to you – and
you were preoccupied? Too BUSY? Too much above her in social position to
acknowledge her?" I spoke in ever-increasing scorn. "I think Alice has a good
reason to make demands on you! Go to her immediately and apologize! Maybe if
you're contrite enough, she'll forgive you and won't feel that it's necessary to
punish you!"

And my servile little husband went to my lady in waiting and started to
apologize humbly and beg for her forgiveness. She, of course, considered
letting him off, agreeing that 'yes' he had to have a lot on his mind, and 'of
course' she understood, but then she said "But sir? You were naughty, weren’t
you?"
He must have seen the potential punishment looming again. "No! Honestly miss
Alice? I think I answered you. Honest!"
"Well? I'm positive that you didn't! Are you going to argue with me? Tell me
I'm wrong? Say that I'm LYING?"
"No, Miss Alice."
"Well then! I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt! Drop your pajama
pants and come over my knees immediately and I'll only give you three spanks."
"But?"
"FOUR!"

He was over her knees in seconds, pink panties gleaming in full view. Alice
thought up a new torment for him.
"My! I hadn't realized. Such pretty lingerie!" She gave his panties a soft
caress. "You're very lucky. You know that, don't you?"
"I don't know what you mean," he mumbled.
"You don't?" she said, continuing to caress his rear. "Lots of girls would just
LOVE to have panties like that! Isn't your mistress nice giving you those – and
lots more to wear?"

It was the first time that anyone had ever described me as his mistress to him,
and I wondered – but just a little – how he'd accept it. I should have known.
Lamblike, he never said a word, just nodded in agreement in answer to her
question – and took his four spanks like the little sissy he was, weeping again,
naturally.

Tracy took her little prize back into her arms and consoled him as if he was a
little girl. I almost died when she increased the resemblance by taking his
thumb and placing it gently in his mouth. Her didn't know what was expected of
him, and removed it. She replaced it gently. He started to remove it again,
but a short "Sissy!" from her, got his attention. He knew what she wanted now
and still sobbing softly, he lay in her arms, sucking his thumb.

He did start to make little pleading noises as she slowly started to masturbate
him through his pajama pants, but totally helpless with all of us crowding
around, watching, and making ribald comments, he finally moaned deeply and
ejaculated, soaking his pajamas and panties.
"You naughty thing!" exclaimed Tracy. "You've messed up all of your clothes –
and got my hand all sticky! Yech!"

I spoke up indignantly. "Honestly Percy! You keep finding more ways to
humiliate me in front of my friends! Take that silly babyish thumb out of your
mouth, then you can take Tracy into my bathroom and wash her hand for her. Then
get those sticky clothes off and wash yourself with a sponge while you're at it.
Cynthia? Get sissy some fresh nightwear from my lingerie drawer and take it
into the bathroom for him, would you dear? Get him slippers to match Alice. I
think yours will fit him best."

I sat enjoying my powers while everyone moved around, obeying my orders. Very
pleasant, I thought a few minutes later, my husband reappearing in a pair of
lime green baby dolls that I had never particularly cared for on myself.
Naturally, he also wore a pretty little matching peignoir. The slippers were
high heeled and pretty. Not a perfect match I told Alice – but close enough.

I then chastised him for being such a disruptive element in our game and told
him that it was cancelled. I then challenged Tracy to a game of chess. At
Cynthia's and Alice's looks of bewilderment, I suggested that they find
something constructive to do. "Maybe do 'something' with that sissy's hair?" I
proposed.

With squeals of joy, they pounced on him. Made him sit with his thumb back in
his mouth as they prettified him, putting his hair in rollers, then wrapping a
pink chiffon scarf around his head. Then they plucked his eyebrows. Then,
these two naughty girls! Know what they did? They made him up as if he was a
girl!

Then I suggested that they play some music – softly of course so not to disturb
our chess game. Got a great deal of amusement watching my perfumed, lipsticked,
mascara'd, blushed, husband learn to dance the women's part as my two ladies led
him around the floor, patting his backside lewdly and telling him how pretty he
was.

My bed is huge – specially built for sexual Olympics – but five bodies in it was
pushing its limits. I knew that he got excited watching a threesome of me,
Tracy, and Cynthia make love – but he was totally unprepared for Alice mounting
him, then the rest of us crowding around, commenting on his technique – or lack
of it – as she manhandled him until he was under her then rode up and down on
him, bringing him to ejaculation. We all fell asleep later, myself being the
last to go. Contentedly, I reviewed the evening's fun, and watched my effeminate
husband lying in Tracy's arms, his lovely complexion shown off by his pretty
nightwear.

The shame he must have felt the following morning! There, in my bedroom, eating
breakfast in bed in womanish clothes, surrounded by beautiful women in their
undies – the working maids serving the meal, trying very hard to keep their eyes
off of this sissified man!

I finally allowed him to return to his own bedroom, wondering aloud what he
would do about his hair after he left. Alice and Alice thought that once out
from under my direct control he would wash the hairdo out. Tracy and I thought
he'd be too frightened and would remove the rollers and brush and comb it into
the feminine style that it would take now.

We were ALL wrong. The poor, subjugated sissy actually reported to Alice and
Cynthia, asking what he should do! He had now apparently accepted the fact that
they were his superiors in the house! Forewarned, I made some complimentary
comments about how pretty his hair was – and how the two delicate blue satin
bows enhanced his eyes once my ladies had finished with him.

Over the next few days I was too busy to play games with him – and I made sure
that my savage little kittens kept their claws to themselves. I made quite a
number of phone calls to various security firms, then made my decision. Then, I
finally allowed Percy to leave the house for the full day – accompanied by his
three chaperones of course. I'm not sure that he was altogether enthused about
spending the whole day in boutiques of one kind or another while my three ladies
took advantage of my generosity by spending some of the bonus money they had
accrued working for me during the year. I'm not sure of course – but I have the
feeling that both they and the boutique salesladies embarrassed my poor husband
– but as he never complained, I couldn't very well punish them, could I?

I had given all the other servants a holiday – with pay, to stop any grumbling –
but demanded that they vacate the premises starting at seven in the morning and
not returning until dark.

The security system people were there as soon as everyone was gone. Working at a
furious pace to ensure the bonus I'd promised, the house and the servants
quarters had cameras and microphones strategically placed all over. The men were
mostly gone by one in the afternoon, leaving a most attractive young lady to
explain how the system worked. It was remarkably easy to use, and I got the
hang of it in no time – I particularly enjoyed the second bank of controls that
gave me entry into my Ladies quarters – that I had no intention of showing them
of course.

The girl and I took a stroll about the whole area covered and I was delighted –
there was absolutely NO evidence that anyone had been there – and no sign of the
devices at all. As we walked along, I started to seduce her. She was
frightened at first I think, but gradually came around. Later, we both lay in
bed and enjoyed watching the total seduction – and heard the words we whispered
– as we moved through the servants quarters – and finally into my bed. She
blushed a lot – very prettily – but was delighted with the bonus I gave as she
left. I made a copy of that episode, which I've watched, and enjoyed, a few
times now.

The following day, I played with my new toy for an hour or two before summoning
my Ladies to watch it with me. (They weren't informed of the second bank of
controls). I must admit that it was rather disconcerting to discover that the
servants actually had minds – and opinions – of their own. It was also amazing
to find that there was a great deal of sexual byplay – or should I say "bi-play"
amongst the girls there – two of them Brenda and Constance being obviously
'butch', the rest – their 'harem'. I particularly kept a surreptitious eye on
Pamela, one of the newer girls - a pretty little thing who I thought might have
merit. I was happy to see that neither of the butch girls seemed to have
claimed her, though obviously both were vying for her attentions.

That afternoon, after I'd sent everyone off for their naps, I had a private
little chat with Pamela.

"You're a very pretty girl Pamela – though I'm sure you must be aware of that,
yes?" I started.
She blushed, but kept her composure remarkably well (I'm sure she thought I was
going to try and seduce her – my servants aren't hired for their stupidity, and
must be well aware of my proclivities.).
"Yes ma'am. I've been told that before" she said pertly, giving just the hint
of a smile, and bobbing a deferential curtsey.
"How tall are you dear?" I asked.
"Five foot seven ma'am"
"I like tall girls about me," I said. "You're a trifle small, but I may consider
you for a position as one of my . . " I paused, as if searching for a
word…"Companions?"

I saw the interest flash across her eyes. "Companion ma'am? Like Miss Tracy or.
. "
"Yes. Exactly. Would you be interested in such a position?"
She was dumbfounded by my question, but recovered quickly. "Oh yes ma'am! Most
certainly.."
"I'm just not sure if you have the aggressiveness I like though. Are you
aggressive?" I asked softly.
"I don't know how aggressive you mean ma'am. I'm quite ambitious – if that
means anything?"
"Ah yes! Ambitious! Yes, that means a lot. Have you any supervisorial
experience? Would you make a good boss?"
She shook her head. "Don't know mum. I'm just a junior maid here, and this is
only my second job, so I've no real experience to go on."

I looked directly at her. "Would you believe me capable of spying on the
members of my household? Be honest now."
She blushed. "Yes ma'am"
I admired her courage in not trying to qualify her answer. Smiled back at her
in response. "You're absolutely correct my dear. I AM capable of spying – and I
DO. I'm thinking of a little test for you. See if you're a natural manager."
"Oh ma'am. I've never gone past high school. I'm not very well educated," she
sighed.

I shook my head and spoke in my kindliest manner. "Not to worry my dear. No
written tests of any kind. Just a test for my own information."
She brightened immediately. "I'd like that ma'am!"
"Very good dear! Within the next few days? You will get a chance to supervise
someone. You will proceed to take that person over. Supervise that person,
manage that person. Make that person your subordinate!"

She was obviously perplexed. "May I ask who . ."
"No, you may not. If you see an opportunity and lose it? I will fail you, and
we will not speak of this matter again. If I see that you naturally want to
lead ? You will be notified. I can assure you that if you have not heard from
me within the next three weeks? You can consider it a lost opportunity. Is
that understood?" I looked at my watch, signaling that the interview was over.

"Understood perfectly ma'am. Thank you for the opportunity. I hope I don't
disappoint you," and she curtsied. "Is that all ma'am?"
"Yes Pamela. Run along now. And don't be discussing this with anyone. If you
do? I'll know of it, and the test will be over."
"Understood ma'am. Thank you." With that, she left.

My next meeting was with Percy. He was wearing day clothes this time, but the
traces of his feminine hairstyle still remained. He bore a strong resemblance
to a frightened little rabbit – a white rabbit! I had been thinking of something
that had happened on the evening we'd had some fun, so decided to experiment a
little.
"Hello, darling husband. Thank you so much for coming to see me. Come and give
your loving wife a big kiss!" and I stuck my lips in the air.

Tentatively, he approached and laid a very gentle kiss on my cheek. I snaked my
arms around his neck and pulled him onto my lap. "No darling! That will never
do! That's how one woman kisses another!" I said – and proceeded to kiss him –
but with my lips and tongue being the aggressors. As I expected, he settled
right into my embrace. I then took his thumb and gently pulled it up, and into
his mouth.
"Now don't move that dear," I warned him. "I'm going to have to chastise you,
and I don't want you to interrupt me, so pretend that you're a good little baby
and just listen. All right?"

Thumb securely fixed in his mouth – I noticed he was starting to suck at it
already – his eyes wide and frightened, he looked up at me and nodded.
"That's wonderful!" I cried. "You look so cute! Think I may buy you a little
bonnet – maybe a pink dress? Little woolen booties? Diapers? You'd make such
an adorable baby!"
I giggled happily at the thought, but collected myself.

"However dear, I didn't bring you here to tell you that. I've been thinking
about that conversation we had the other night. About you being so aloof? So
unapproachable to the servants? Remember?"
He nodded, his puzzlement obvious.
"I'm very concerned about this aspect of your personality. It's SO masculine,
and not a trait I particularly admire. That being the case, I've thought up
what may be a pleasant solution for you. Would you like to hear it?"

He nodded vigorously – and I noticed that his thumb was really getting a workout
now, his soft pink lips wetly sucking away. Made up my mind there and then to
order some pretty clothes for my little baby husband. Took his thumb from his
mouth and kissed him on the lips gently. "Such a good little baby." I
murmured, then placed his thumb back in his mouth again.

"Here's what I want you to do, darling. Starting today? I want you to become
friends with one of the servants."

I saw his questioning look. "Yes dear. That's all. Approach her, and tell her
that you want to be her friend – her best friend as a matter of fact.
Understood?"
He nodded, still puzzled, but quite happily.
"It'll be a test for you, to let me see that you CAN lower yourself to be
friends with someone on a lower social scale than yourself. I shall be MOST
disappointed if you fail!" I paused for a moment, then continued. "But there's
another part to the test. I wasn't going to tell you about it, but now I think
I shall. I deliberately picked a very attractive girl for you to be friends
with. Her name is Pamela. Know her?"
He shook his head.
"Well you will. I'd bet on it" I said, unable to suppress a grin. "Anyway?
I'll expect you to keep your hands to yourself. None of this macho stuff with
that little girl! I will be very jealous if I see or hear any evidence of that!
Understand?"
He nodded, eyes fixed steadily on me now.

"Well. Just one thing more, " I said. "Are you wearing a pair of the pretty
panties I gave you?" As I spoke, I reached my hand up along his thigh slowly
and unzipped his pants. Then I slid my hand in there to feel his erection under
a layer of satin. "There's a good little sissy" I said, starting to caress him
there. He started to squirm at being humiliated in this manner, but was
obviously delighted at the same time, and his face turned a bright red. "Will
you do something for mummy?" I cooed.
He nodded, his eyes almost at the point of glazing over.
"Say goo-goo for mummy."
"Goo-goo?"
"Yes. Goo goo. Like mummy's little baby. Keep saying it. Nice and soft and
gurgly. Yes, that's it!"

And he came a few minutes later making the "Wah Wah, Goo Goo" sounds and other
gurgles that I demanded of him. He really made a mess of himself, and was
totally embarrassed, but I graciously excused him – commenting that it was
perfectly all right – my baby was not expected to be grown up yet – and sent him
back to his room, reminding him that I might check and make sure he had fresh
panties on when I saw him next. I also 'suggested' that he initiate his
friendship with Pamela the following day, indicating my potential displeasure if
he failed to do so.

I didn't see him that evening of course. I had other fish to fry. I dismissed
my ladies after dinner. I wanted to play with my new toy and ensure that I was
totally familiar with all of its capabilities. If truth be told I also wanted
to do some private eavesdropping – though well aware of being likely to hear
some criticisms of myself in the process – but as I said earlier? I am not
concerned with the opinions of employees.

My Ladies were actually behaving themselves! Tracy was reading some trashy
novel, Alice was working on a crossword puzzle (as it so happened, she was
perfectly positioned in a camera's view finder that I was able to zoom in and
actually see her making a mistake on the crossword! Cynthia was in her own
suite, watching television, looking somewhat bored. As can be expected, there
was little or no conversation, though I did practice with the concealed
microphones. Again, I was impressed by the system. I could actually hear the
sounds of Tracy turning the pages of her book, and Cynthia's yawns. Well
pleased, I turned my attentions to the maid's quarters.

There, things were a little livelier, but not much. Three or four of them,
including Pamela, were gathered in their lounge, chattering and laughing as they
effected minor repairs to their clothing or knitted and watched some silly
situation comedy on television. Brenda and another girl were busily engaged in
some mild kissing and cuddling, but I didn't watch them too long, getting the
feeling that any sex they'd had was over for that evening. Well satisfied with
the system, I shut it down and opted for an early night myself.

After breakfast the next day, I isolated myself again. In my room, I sat at my
desk and took care of business, flitting my viewing about the house until I
found Pamela secure in the Dining room, polishing the silver. Then, I zeroed in
on Percy, keeping an eye on him as he ambled about the house in a desultory
fashion. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but once I noticed that he seemed to
be covering all of the areas in the house, I gradually moved my attention from
the correspondence in front of me as he neared the Dining room.

I actually saw him straighten his head up with a show of masculine aggression
when he saw Pamela. I mean, I knew that being aggressive was totally beyond
him now, but was enthralled at what must have been deeply buried tendencies
coming back to the fore for a pretty girl. He coughed to let her know he was in
the room. She put down the silver she was polishing and made a polite curtsey.
"Good morning sir!" she said brightly.
He preened a little. (Finally a woman treating him with respect!)
"Good Morning! It is Pamela, I believe?" he said loftily.
She smiled. "Yes sir! How kind of you to notice!"

He coughed, unsure of how to go on. " I have . . Er . . a rather unusual
request to make of you?" and stopped.
She stood quietly waiting, then dropped another curtsey. "Yes sir?"
"My wife? Your mistress? Has made an unusual request of me." And he stopped
again.
"Yes sir?" A little less respectful now. A touch of asperity creeping into her
voice.
"It's all for my own good of course," he said "Susan is a very clever woman! I
admire and respect her deeply. Her opinion means a tremendous amount to me!"

She didn't curtsey or say anything at all, just looking at this foolish male
fumbling about in front of her. He continued.
"She feels that living in the moneyed class like I have done all my life, has
led me to lose touch with the common folk?" He paused again.
Her impatience with this dolt was showing clearly now. Suddenly it dawned on
me. She hadn't grasped the fact that HE was the one being given to her to
manage! I gritted my teeth in frustration. He was talking again.
"So? Susan thinks it would be a good idea for me to become friendly with
someone on the staff. Someone like you?"

She giggled. "Oh sir! I think mistress must be teasing you! That would be
impossible! You being friends with me? You must be mistaken!"

She was turning him down! Angrily, I slammed my hand down onto the desk in
front of me. My scheme was coming undone! But my sweet little mouse-spouse
saved the day!

An expression of deep anxiety crossed his face and he took a step towards her.
"Oh no, my dear. Susan may tease me now and then, but she never makes
mistakes!" He licked his lips nervously.

I could practically see her mind working now. "Yes sir. I know. She's a very
clever lady, and a wonderful mistress. But I don't see how we could be friends
sir. I'm a working girl. Just a junior maid. I don't see how we could
possibly find the time to get to know each other. I've got too much work to do
during the day."
"Perhaps we could enjoy each others company in the evenings?" he suggested.

I could see the light dawning in her eyes – just a little, but she decided to
press it. "Yes sir. That might work. But we'd have to spend the time in the
maids lounge. We couldn't be alone."
"Don't see why not," he answered, but weakly.
"Well sir! You're a man – and I'm a woman! What would everyone think?"
"I see. Good point." He said. "But we could still get to know each other I
think."

She shook her head. " I hate to disagree sir, but I think that friends need to
know each other's intimate thoughts – and I'm sure that you wouldn't like to
open up like that in front of a bunch of girls, would you now? No sir. I'm
afraid that you and I becoming friends would be next to impossible. Sorry sir"

Even I was confused now. I was certain she'd picked up on what was happening.
She was watching him closely, very much the hunter after her prey – but her
words were dismissing him – letting him go!

His desperation was showing clearly now, but passively he accepted her
decision. "Very well," he sighed, "I'll tell the mistress." And he turned to
leave her.
"But sir? There might be a way?"
His back straightened with hope and he turned back towards her.
"Well sir? If Constance, the senior girl approved? Maybe you could keep me
company during the day? Walk alongside me? We could have private conversations
then. Learn to know what each of us thinks. That way, I'd still get my work
done – and you'd be obeying the mistress?" she added shrewdly.

"I hadn't thought of that! You're a very clever girl!" he said jovially. "When
do you think we should start?"
"No time like the present, is there sir? But may I ask something before we
start?"
"Of course dear girl!" he said, happiness oozing from him.
"If we're to be friends? May I stop curtseying? It would be most awkward."
"Of course! Of course! And you can call me Percy!"
"Alike as two peas!" she giggled.
"Huh?" he replied.
"Percy and Pamela – Alike as two "P's" in same pod!" she giggled. Then she took
him by the forearm and pulled him gently out of the room. "Come along Percy!
Got to find Constance! Got to meet the other girls! Wow, are they going to be
jealous!"

I settled back in my chair happily. My prospective Lady in Waiting had
performed beautifully. She seemed to have taken over the situation as, with my
husband in tow she headed for the senior girl.

Constance, being unaware of what was going on was agog at what she heard –
looking warily from Pamela to Percy, then back again. Obviously did not want
one of the masters wandering about in her bailliewick (ha!) but unsure if she
had the authority to forbid it. Finally, with a great deal of unwillingness
evident, she allowed him to stay with Pamela. As the two of them left, she
gained some confidence and called after them "I'll still expect you to do all of
your tasks Pamela! Sorry sir (to Percy) but if you're too much of a distraction
for her, I'll have to ask you to leave. Is that all right?"

At first I was impressed by her courage, but then decided it wasn't that much
after all – most of the downstairs staff considered him a weakling anyway. He
nodded his head in answer. "Don't worry Constance! I won't get in her way!"

A few minute later, they were back in the Dining room. Pamela immediately
started back in on polishing the silverware, while Percy took a seat at the
table, facing Pamela and watching her work. He sat there, obviously at a loss
for words, then coughed. "Tell me about yourself Pamela. I'd like to know all
about you."
"Oh sir! You'd be bored. But why don't you come and stand beside me? If I
have to take my attention from what I'm doing – well, we wouldn't want THAT,
would we?"

I noticed the little tone of command in her voice, and so did Percy. He blushed
and went to stand beside her. "Now then? Isn't that better?" she asked
brightly. "But, would you mind giving me a hand sir? I seem to have fallen a
little behind?"
"My fault I think!" he said gallantly. "What would you like me to do?"

Two minutes later, he stood blushing, while polishing the silverware with her.
Then, she noticed an invisible spot of polish on his sweater. "Oh my goodness
sir! What will the mistress say!. Here, put my apron on, while I go and get
another. I shan't be long!"

And, despite his weak protests, she left him there polishing the silver,
ensconced in her full apron – with the lacy mob cap pinned to his hair!

I suppose that I could have used the split screen capability to see her going
and talking with Constance, but was so entranced at how quickly my little sissy
husband had been taken over by a slip of a girl that I couldn't break my eyes
away from him doing what he was born to do – maid's work!

I was just about to leave though, when Constance stalked into the room, a scowl
on her face – certainly not intimidated now! Not by any man wearing a maid's
apron. She walked right up to him then grabbed him by the front, crushing the
frilly bib in her hands.
"What do you think you're up to?" she snarled into his face. "After my junior
maid, huh? All you men are alike! Bunch of predators! Leave her alone!"

I almost died laughing – "Men" indeed! And 'predator'! MY poor little sissy?

He shrunk away from her, practically cowering from her onslaught. A puzzled
look crossed her face at his lack of reaction. He took advantage of this pause
to say "I just wanted to be friends with her. Honest!"
"Friends?" she said, letting him go and stepping back a step. "What is this all
about?"
He adjusted his apron. "My wife Susan? She got the idea that I was too
snobbish. Too aloof. Felt I should have a more democratic approach to the
staff . ."
"So you pick the pretty one to glom onto?" she sneered.
"No! My wife picked her – told me to become her friend – honest!"

Constance was still puzzled, but a gleam was starting to show in her eyes. "Come
here!" she said, pointing to a spot just in front of her. He took a cautious
step towards her.
"Your cap's a mess!" she said. "Better learn to pin it up nicer than that! Be
a good idea to have Pamela show you, but here – let me do it for now."

Then she stood back again and surveyed him. "I can see why the mistress would
want you to be friendlier," she said. "But I think it would be very unfair for
you not to be friendlier with ALL of the girls – No? Sure, make Pamela your
special friend – but think how jealous the others would be if you weren't nice
to them too. Don't you agree?"

You could see her argument was making sense to him. After all, I hadn't
forbidden him to be friends with anyone else, had I? He smiled, obviously
relieved at the reduction in tension. Nodded in agreement.

She knew she now controlled him. Smiled sweetly. Looked at her watch. "Lovely!
It's almost break time. We'll go and join the other girls for our morning
break. Can pick up Pamela on the way. What do you say?" But without waiting
for an answer, linked her arm in his and led him from the room.

I summoned my Ladies from their rooms while Constance, Percy, and Pamela were
making their way to the maids lounge in the servants quarters.

My ladies were impressed by the clarity of both audio and video of our
eavesdropping into the lounge, but had no idea of why I'd summoned them. We
watched the maids beginning to gather, chatting – one actually told a good dirty
joke, which we all appreciated. And then my three stars entered!

Cynthia let out a smothered "What in hell? How…"
Tracy, focused on me. "Mistress? I sense that you have been pulling strings
here? That apron looks lovely on your husband. And the cap? Ooh la la!"
I smiled and looked modestly at the floor as Alice laughed loudly.
"Hush Ladies!" I said. "Let's listen!"

The maids who had been in the lounge were nonplussed at seeing who their visitor
was, and even more confused by his cap and apron – identical to theirs.. The
ones who had been seated jumped to their feet and joined the others in
curtseying him.
"No girls. No!" Constance told them. "This gentleman wishes to become known to
all of us – be our friend! Wants to learn how the other half live! Isn't that
so – may I call you Percy? – yes, Percy wants to know! I've assigned Pamela her
to be his – what's that fancy word? – liaison - while he's with us. How long
are you going to be with us Percy?"

He was nervous now, standing in this room surrounded by women, all looking at
him with rising curiosity. Licked his lips. "Nice to meet all of you," he said.
"I'm not sure Constance. Maybe a day or so? Not sure."
"Well sir" she said mock seriously. "I don't think that's long enough if you're
to become acquainted fully with a junior maids life? I'll think about it and
let you know later. In the meantime? You'd best begin acting like one right
away. I think you should refer to me as "Miss Constance" like the other junior
girls do. "And? Curtsey when I talk to you please!"

The girls amused stares turned into outright laughter as my husband dropped a
very clumsy curtsey and replied "Yes Miss Constance".
"That's a disgraceful attempt at a curtsey. Pamela? Take her in hand and make
sure she learns to curtsey properly before the day is out. In the meantime?
Why don't the two of you serve up the tea for the rest of us? I'm parched!"
She then spoke to another girl. "Nora? You look about sizes with him – see if
you can get him a uniform to wear by this afternoon. I'll check with the
mistress and see if I can get the authority to have a full set made for him. I
have the feeling she won't object!"

My ladies were all smiling at me. "You know? I don't think the mistress will
have the slightest objection," I said. "The viewing for the next few weeks
should be very interesting!"

The end