The Help -t

Jim was staying out of the way. Something he tried to do now days. He really
didn’t want to be seen when she had company. She could hear his running of the
vacuum cleaner in the rear of the house. She knew he was working back there in
the hopes of staying out of sight. Jim looked at himself in the full-length
mirror of the master bedroom. He had on one of his working uniforms. They were
more comfortable than the formal ones. This one was gray, the skirt ended just
above the knee, the dress it’s self was rather pretty; gray with white lace at
the neckline and sleeves, a black satin ribbon was threaded through the lace
and tied in small bows. He looked as his legs and feet, off black panty hose
and low heeled plain black pumps, he wore minimal make up, his own short hair
mannish except for the two black hair clips one on each side of his head.
Leaving the vacuum cleaner run he took some time to really examine himself in
the mirror. She had led him to this and he had willing allowed it to happen.
She had caught him wearing her black knit dress with a pair of black patent
pumps he had bought in a cheap shoe store. He was wearing a tea apron and was
dusting as thought he was a French Maid. The flash from her camera had got his
attention, she got off several more shots of him in his panic and even more as
he ran off in his heels, hose and the too small dress. Several hours later he
appeared before her, dressed in his male clothes and very embarrassed he
confessed his crossdressing and his fantasy of submission. She had already
decided his fate. He would dress for her; she would use him as her maid. He
would be spanked and humiliated for misdeeds or mistakes. When and how he
dressed would be at her choosing. From now on she would decide when and how
they would have sex. The pictures and the negatives would be kept by her along
with a further photo study of him dressing, masturbating, singing and dancing.
She would pick the outfits for the photo sessions, and he would perform with a
big smile. If she wasn’t pleased with him as a maid the photos would be shown
to his boss, friends, father and brothers. She did have friends who were going
to see them and she was reserving the right see men as she saw fit. He would
act as the dutiful maid, curtsy and wish her a pleasant evening with her
gentleman friend. He would speak only when spoken to and be subjected to over
the knee spankings when instant correction was needed.
This flashback of his total capitulation was one he often played as he looked
at what he had become. All the what ifs, the if onlys and the if I had done
this or that that played in his head meant nothing now. He had accepted the
terms, bowed his head and agreed to this, this submission. It was too late now
to do anything she had turned him into this mincing sissy maid and both he and
her knew he wanted this as much as she enjoyed inflicting it on him.
He heard the little bell she used to summon him. He checked himself in the
mirror, hem straight, no dust on shoes, no dampness at armpits, make up fresh
and hair neat, he was ready. She had been talking to her guest for nearly an
hour. Jim hadn’t been seen. The guest was a woman who had at one time worked
for Jim. As a secretary Jim had treated her with disdain and when she left his
employment to start her own business Jim told her he would give her 3 months
then when she begged he would hire her back. Well her company was a rousing
success with over 30 employees.
Jim’s wife had always liked Sara Wilson and they had become friends and saw
each other often. Sara was one of the people who had seen the photos of Jim.
She heartily approved of Jim’s situation. Today Sara wore a denim skirt, a red
tee shirt and red cowgirl boots. She looked very cute and casual. When Jim’s
wife rang the small bell, Sara said, " no, you don’t really" but the bell
rang. They heard Jim’s heels before they saw him. Both women turned to see the
maid. Jim’s mouth dropped open when he saw Sara Wilson. There was probably no
one that Jim wanted to see any less that her. Sara had a big smile on her
face, as she looked the "maid" over. And look she did from his pumps to his
cute hair clips, she had him turn do a curtsy and mince over for a closer
look. Turning to Jim’s wife she asked, "what do you call it?" Jim was used to
being referred to as she or her but not it. It hurt his feelings and
embarrassed him deeply. "Oh this is precious, what an adorable sissy this is"
Sara said. Jim stood there and took it. His wife asked Sara if she would like
to see Jim in a formal uniform, she of course did. Jim was dispatched to his
room to change. He could hear the women laughing and could guess that he was
the topic of conversation. In about ten minutes a blushing maid stood before
the women. He wore his black satin formal dress. It was a classic French
maid’s outfit but exaggerated to show of his sissy state. The skirt barely
cleared his stocking tops, garter tabs clipped to the fishnet hose shown when
he bent over. The tiny lace apron did little to protect the dress it just
emphasized the girlish look. The black patent shoes had high stiletto heels
that would be impossible to actually work in and the little white cap pinned
to the French twist styled blonde wig topped off the look. Jim was well aware
of the look he presented. It was exactly the fantasy he had longed to live
out, now as he was living it he felt he was living in hell. He knew he would
have a raging erection except for the penis sheath he had to wear with the
formal dress. The two ladies called him forward Sara got up to have a look.
She circled him a couple of times, felt the lace on his sleeves, and little
apron, she lifted his skirt slightly to look at his petticoats and garter
belt. Turning to Jim’s wife she asked, "what about sex? Surely you don’t have
sex with this girl, do you?" Jim’s wife just smiled and said "She has a very
talented tongue and if I need a man it’s not a problem to find one." Sara
asked if the maid still had a functioning penis. Jim’s heart stopped and he
knew what was coming next. He dreaded the command that he knew he would soon
hear. "Show your former secretary your little princes sweetie" Blushing so
hard that he felt the red showed through his make up, Jim stood in front of
Sara Wilson and lifted his skirts and lowered his panties, he reached between
his legs and released a small clasp. His penis moved to its normal position.
Sara was beside herself with laughter. Pointing at the sheathed member she
said, "My God his penis is a girl" His penis wore a black satin corset like
garment with a ruffle at the end. It was laced with a ribbon so tightly that
the diameter was reduced to about the size of an index finger. "Would you like
to see how it has sex?" Sara said that she would love that. She sent Jim for
his papers. Jim pleaded with his eyes to be spared this indignity. But she was
relentless he would be further shamed. Jim laid newspaper on the floor, he
knelt and sat back on his heels, he held his penis between his thumb and index
finger with his right hand, his left hand held up the skirts. He had been
taught to extend the rest of his fingers in a lady like manner like a woman
holding a teacup. At a nod from his wife he began masturbating with each
stroke he would stick out his tongue like a dog having it’s belly rubbed. The
two women were roaring with laughter at this sight, causing Jim great
humiliation. His being unable to reach a full erection increased the
humiliation. The women of course noticed this and a stream of comments were
forth coming. As he began to reach his climax he heard his wife say go on the
paper sissy, and he did. Jim’s semen shot up and out and landed in several
spots on the newspaper. Without being told Jim knelt and licked up the sperm.
Jim just sat there knowing the women were looking at him he had never felt
such shame.
His wife spoke "Jim I know you have been humiliated beyond belief, this was
your fantasy. I will release you from this punishment if you so desire, or you
can remain my submissive maid and you life will continue in this way. You may
respond." He couldn’t believe his own voice as he said, "Please allow me to
serve"