Marriage Guidance

By: Suzie Swallows

David finished preparing the tray of tea and cakes as he heard the doorbell ring. He winced slightly at his automatic reaction to go and answer the door, one of his normal duties. Today was different though and he listened while Dr Swift went to the door to greet his wife. He had been staying at Dr Angie Swift's house for four weeks now, part of her residential programme of marriage guidance counselling that he and his wife had signed up to in an attempt to save their marriage from his black moods and inattentive ways. It was safe to say that David had changed significantly over that period. He recalled how, earlier that morning, he had begged Dr Swift at the point of tears to be allowed to wear 'normal' clothes for the day. When she had asked what he meant by normal, he had told her 'just a shirt and trousers, flat shoes'. She had grinned knowingly and agreed, providing him with clothing that did, almost, meet his request. The trousers he was wearing were made of a stretchy, wine coloured crushed-velvet material, clinging tightly to his hips and thighs but flaring out slightly below the knee. The lack of a fly at the front hinted that they were definitely not the sort of trousers a man would normally wear - they had a tight waistband with a short zip at the back instead. The shirt was made of a slightly shiny white silk material with sleeves that puffed out a little above the cuffs. The round pearl buttons that, of course, fastened on the wrong side and the rounded, scalloped collar again appeared definitely less than masculine. Finally, while his shoes could be mistaken for black slippers from a distance, closer inspection revealed that they were, in fact, a pair of ballerina pumps with a small black bow above the toes. Shortly after the doorbell, David heard the tinkle of the little hand- bell that was his summons to serve the tea. He picked up a little satin apron, trimmed with a wide band of lace and fastened it in a neat bow round his middle. The apron had become such a regular part of his attire he didn't even think to not wear it. Picking up the tray, he reluctantly walked through to the sitting room. His pretty young wife, Jeanette was perched on the sofa looking slightly nervous with Dr Swift's arm around her shoulders. As David entered she frowned slightly, detecting that something was amiss with his appearance but unable to quite put her finger on what. In silence, David placed the tray on the table and began to pour the tea. "I hope you're wearing that bra I gave you, young man," said Dr Swift, breaking the silence. With a cringe, David looked up to see the look of surprise and puzzlement on his wife's face. "A...a bra? Why would he....." Jeanette stammered, her mind in complete confusion. "Yes, a bra, my dear. Hadn't you noticed how big your husband was getting in that department?" Dr Swift replied, a smile playing across her lips. "Unbutton that blouse, show your wife what you're wearing under your 'shirt'," she commanded. Trembling, finding himself suddenly on the verge of tears again, David complied, slowly unbuttoning the blouse and opening it up. The bra he was wearing had clearly been specially made for him. It was made from a delicate baby-blue satin, trimmed all round with little ruffles of white lace. David blushed deeply, wishing the ground would swallow him up as his wife stared open-mouthed at it. 'Is...is he....is he wearing panties too?' she asked, stunned by what she was seeing and unable to think quite what to say. 'Yes, of course dear. I believe firmly in matching bra and panties at all times." Angie replied, smiling wider at David's discomfort and humiliation. 'Why don't you pull your pants down and show us?" she continued, making it more of an order than a question. A tear rolling down his cheek, David turned and pulled down the zip of his pants, pulling the stretch fabric over his buttocks to reveal the matching full-bottomed panties as his wife gasped in surprise. "Tidy yourself up princess," Angie commanded David before speaking to his wife, "I think you'll find that the counselling has been completely successful. Your husband will be very much more even tempered and attentive to you from now on, just as you wanted." Turning back, David stood silently in front of the two seated women. 'Dry your eyes, cupcake, you asked to be dressed in normal clothes. I could easily have kept you in your uniform," Dr Swift snapped. "A uniform? What uniform?" Jeanette asked, her face again looking puzzled. "I think it's better if you're shown, dear." Angie replied. "Go on Daisy, go and get changed into your uniform" she ordered David. "Daisy? You're calling him Daisy? Oh that just too precious", Jeanette responded, breaking into a small fit of giggles as she settled back into Dr Swift's arms. "Yes, go on, Daisy, show us your uniform" she continued, her voice laced with scorn. Meekly and obediently, David turned and left the sitting room. Returning to his room, he opened the wardrobe, displaying a rack of dresses in a riot of colours and lace trim. As he was wearing baby- blue lingerie, he know he would be required to wear his baby-blue maid's uniform, the one that Dr Swift called his 'Alice in Wonderland' dress. Removing his blouse and pants, he slipped on a white flouncy lace petticoat before putting on the maid's uniform in blue satin with white lace trim. He added a pair of white opaque stockings with a lace top and buckled on a pair of black patent Mary-Jane style shoes with a medium heel. Finally he sat at the dressing table and carefully applied make up as he had been taught, finishing with a light pink lip- gloss and styled his hair into a neat bob, pinned back with a pink hair clasp on one side. As he clicked back down the corridor, he heard a fit of giggles and a flurry of movement as he knocked on the sitting room door. He opened the door and entered in response to Dr Swift's command, finding the two ladies sitting together on the sofa, looking a bit flushed and adjusting their slightly dishevelled clothing. "Your best curtsey, please Daisy," Dr Swift asked and David promptly bent his knee, bobbing in a deferential manner. "And for Miss Jeanette too," she added, causing David to blush but repeat the action in front of his quietly chuckling wife. "Well, that is just darling, Daisy," his wife scoffed, "Dr Swift has been explaining a little of the changes that will be happening in our marriage and, I have to say, I'm so looking forward to seeing them in practice." Angie stood and took Jeanette's hand. "Shall we discuss things further in the bedroom, darling?" she asked as Jeanette stood. "That sounds like an excellent idea," Jeanette replied, before pointing at the floor beside the sofa, "Pick those up and put them in the laundry basket, Daisy." David walked round to pick up the women's discarded panties, blushing furiously, and followed them upstairs. At the bedroom door, Angie turned and spoke to David. "You just wait out here till we call for you, Daisy. Jeanette and I are going to discuss your future and have a little fun together," she said with an arch smile before giving the humiliated maid a little finger wave and closing the door. For the next two hours, David stood on the landing, the giggles, moans and ecstatic screams of two women thoroughly exploring each other's bodies coming through the door. As he stood, he wondered just how this attempt to undergo marriage counselling to save their relationship had ended up here. How had he been unable to resist Dr Swift's treatment and submitted to the steadily increasing humiliations she put him through? How had she been able to so quickly and completely seduce his wife? And why was there a growing part of him that seemed to enjoy all this? His cock was stiff and dribbling in his satin panties. He desperately wanted to play with it, although he knew better, knowing the punishment he'd receive if he was found to have masturbated without permission. Eventually the noise from the room subsided and, responding the sound of the hand-bell as he'd been trained, David entered to the sight of the two women lying naked in each other's arms on the bed. Immediately he curtsied primly twice, raising a smile from both women. '"So, Angie has explained to me how things are going to be from now on, Daisy. There's just one more thing I have to do before we return home. I must admit, I was shocked when she told me what it was, but I have to say the idea has really grown on me. Now, drop your panties, dear and get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed," Jeanette told him, adopting a similar commanding tone to the one that Dr Swift used on him. Complying, David could see his wife and Dr Swift standing by the bed. Dr Swift was helping her into the harness for a long, black strapon, tying the straps tight around her waist and buttocks. Jeanette stepped behind him and applied some lubricant to his exposed tight hole before resting the head of the rubber cock against it. "Brace yourself, princess, I'm not experienced at this, so it might hurt a little. However, I'm sure I'll improve with the regular practice we'll be having," Jeanette said in a light breezy tone before pushing her hips forward and thrusting the head of the dildo into his ass. As his little hoop was stretched, David let out a small squeal of discomfort. As the strapon filled him up as Jeanette pushed forward, he felt his ego and willpower shatter and dissolve. The persona of David crumbled as he became Daisy, his wife's meek and obedient maid. Jeanette thoroughly enjoyed her first fucking of her new servant - laughing and slapping his vulnerable buttocks as she thrust in and out. Dr Swift joined in with words of encouragement, also enjoying Daisy's predicament. Eventually, the shame and humiliation of the situation, coupled with the undeniable, overwhelming pleasure that Jeanette's strapon was providing, reached its inevitable conclusion. Daisy's cock twitched and pulsed, shooting beads of cum across the bed sheets. Jeanette rested against his quivering ass for a while before withdrawing. "Better clean that up, cupcake," she commanded, pointing to the splashes on the bed. Daisy reached for the box of tissues by the bed but was promptly stopped by Jeanette. "Not with those, silly girl, use your tongue," she snapped as Daisy promptly complied. "Nice touch, dear," Angie interjected, smiling as she enjoyed her new lover's dominance over the hapless maid. Later that day, Jeanette led Daisy out the house to her car for the return home. Daisy meekly responded to the pull of the collar and leash that Jeanette used, as she'd been trained. When Jeanette began to lead her round to the passenger door, Dr Swift halted her. "Riding as a passenger is a privilege she has to earn, my dear. Put her in the boot with the rest of the baggage," Angie told her with a knowing grin. Smiling at the idea, Jeanette opened the boot and pointed for Daisy to climb in. Obediently, Daisy did as commanded, lying still as the lid was closed on her. Along the street, the curtains on some of the neighbouring houses twitched, but Dr Swift paid them no heed. The ladies in the houses knew and approved fully of what she did. The men, or rather the maids, had all been treated and transformed in the same way as Daisy and their opinion on what was happening in the street was now completely irrelevant. Angie kissed Jeanette a passionate farewell and waved as the car pulled away down the road. Returning to the house, she picked out a file from the bookcase and sat down to read it. Her next clients, Paul and Rachel, would be arriving soon to drop Paul off for his residential spell of marriage counselling. According to the file, Paul was a bad- tempered, dominant company CEO. Well, that was about to change, Angie thought. She briefly considered whether to rename him Poppy or Pansy - she did so love flowery names for the maids she produced - but decided that was best left till she saw him in his first dress. Smiling, she stood up as she heard a car draw up and park outside.