Maid On My Own Will

By: Monica Graz

CHAPTER 1

APRON, THE INITIAL SEED

She startled me as I was doing the dishes humming one of my favourite
tunes. She came behind me, put her hands around my aproned waist and
whispered in my ear, "Robin darling I loved the dinner tonight, your
cooking skills are getting better by the day. And you look so neat in
your apron, doing the dishes now. Thank you for being such a jewel".
She kissed me again and her tongue played a bit more with my ear,
something that excited me tremendously.

I turned around to face her wiping my rubber gloved hands on my apron ,
" Oh Chris, stop being so naughty, you excite me and I still have my
chores to finish." She looked at me mischievously and continued, "I
guess I have to wait till bedtime to seduce you my darling and I have a
report to finish also. Be a dear and get me a cup of tea when you
finish with your chores in the kitchen". She started going and
obviously she remembered something because she turned back and said,
"And Robin, could you check if my white blouse, you know the one with
the tiny buttons is ironed? I know you washed it the other day. I want
to wear it tomorrow; I have an important meeting, thank you doll". And
before I had the chance to answer, she left for her study.

My life with Chris flashed through my mind as I was finishing tidying
up the kitchen. I met her two years ago and we instantly felt an
attraction for each other. Coming from a similar social background,
both University graduates and fairly 'intellectual', we found lots of
things in common.  A couple of months later I left my small bachelor's
apartment and moved in with her. Though she was living alone, she had a
great house, inherited from her rich family. She had a high powered job
in a law firm, being a junior partner. I was a freelancing computer
specialist operating from home, so I had to organize my working space
in a room in Chris' house. We both decided that marriage was not one of
our priorities, so we left it as an open issue to reconsider at a later
stage.

From the very beginning I was dead honest with Chris. I told her that
without being a committed cross dresser I liked wearing some 'discreet'
pieces of female clothing like panties and camisoles under my male
clothes or a nightie in bed. She didn't mind at all, on the contrary,
she said to me that a man with such an 'idiosyncrasy' is more sensitive
and less able to cheat on a relationship.

Though I had a natural inclination towards housework I stayed out of it
for sometime. Chris, being herself a lousy housekeeper, was employing
someone to come and clean the house every second day, Mondays,
Wednesdays and Fridays. She was a nice Porto Rican lady in her late
forties and a committed cleaner. Since I was working from home I got to
know her quite well. Amelia, that was her name, was very chatty and
soon I knew everything about her family back home, her various
problems, marital and financial etc. I was fascinated watching her
working around the house. She had her own room and always changed in an
overall and apron before starting working, nothing fancy, a plain
cotton dress light blue or pink and a large matching working apron, the
style that was popular for maids in the 50s and 60s

I started asking her questions concerning her work, why this detergent
or that liquid for cleaning tiles or how you treat the wooden floor
etc, etc... Though not educated, she was ecologically conscious and was
using environment friendly products. Soon I was helping her in some of
the heavier works wearing one of her practical full working aprons to
protect my clothes. She didn't mind at all, in fact she was pleased
because I was following her instructions and was a fast learner. She
started making comments of the type, "Well Robin, you could probably
get a job as a cleaner, you are very careful and efficient; most
cleaners, including experienced housemaids are not as good as you."

For some reason she was calling me with my first name from the very
beginning and I never stopped her. On the other hand Chris was 'Miss
Christina' for her, after all she was her employer and I was only a
guest in the house.

Chris voice interrupted my reverie, "Robin darling, how about this cup
of tea, I am dying of thirst!"

"I am so sorry Chris; it took me longer to finish in the kitchen. It's
coming in a minute."

I fixed a tray with a small tea pot, cup and saucer and a jug of milk
and rushed to her study. She was busy writing, but she thanked me and
asked me to serve it for her. As I was getting ready to go she looked
at my apron with a slightly disgusted look, "I wish Robin darling that
you could change to a fresh apron when you are through in the kitchen,
this one is wet and dirty."

"Sorry Dear, I rushed in here and I forgot all about it. I'll change
now."

She smiled at me. "That's OK darling I only tease you. Now shoo I will
never finish this damn report and I do want to go to bed with you as
soon as possible!" She said that and made me blush all over. How silly
of me.

I was ironing her blouse in the laundry room and my mind drifted again.
I was thinking that I was Chris' 'little housekeeper' as she liked
calling me for over six months now. Amelia had to depart urgently for
Puerto Rico, some sort of family disaster, her married daughter had a
car accident and broke both her legs, so she had to go and look after
her two grand children, father being overworking etc...So we lost our
competent cleaner.

Chris was devastated of course, she couldn't even think of changing her
lifestyle, she was far too busy for that anyway and good domestic staff
is so hard to find those days etc, etc... So I stepped forward and
volunteered to take over Amelia's work. In the beginning she refused to
discuss it. "Come on Robin, you don't want to do that sort of work, you
have your own work to think about and there are other less boring
things for you to do than cleaning a big house like this one."

But with my solid arguments I gradually convinced her. "Look Chris, I
work from home anyway and at the moment my computer work keeps me busy
for about 3 hours per day, so I have plenty of time in my hands. Then I
know most of the work Amelia was doing, I was watching and helping her
for months now. But the most important is that I enjoy doing housework.
It is like a physical exercise for me and after spending hours in front
of a screen is more than welcomed for me that sort of manual work."

                                                  

She finally agreed and said to me, "Fine, you convinced me. But let me
tell you two more things. I expect you to do a proper job; after all
you volunteered to do it. Keeping a house clean etc is a job like any
other and you must be prepared for criticism if I am not satisfied. I
will inspect your work and you will accept my remarks as Amelia would.
Is that all right with you?" I was getting ready to answer but she
stopped me with her hand.

"Let me finish darling. The second thing I want to tell you is that if
you ever change your mind and you find the work too hard or too boring
or too demeaning or whatever, please tell me and we will find another
solution. I don't want my little Robin to be unhappy!"

She always had a way of making me blush. I told her that I agree with
her terms, they were not that hard anyway and from that day on I became
her 'little housekeeper'.

Soon I started cooking too, I was fed up with the 'take away' food we
were eating all the time, it was fattening too and we both were trying
to lose some weight.

The apron became a standard piece of apparel for me. I started using
Amelia's aprons; I loved them, as they were feminine, full and
protective without unnecessary frills that probably would embarrass me.
Chris bought a couple of aprons for me but I sort of ignored them, they
were the unisex 'butcher' style and I found them very boring. She
understood and next time she bought a couple of feminine ones, not
frilly or anything, just aprons that a normal housewife would wear.

Her voice brought me back to reality. It came from the bedroom this
time. "Robin darling, it's bedtime, Chris is waiting for you!"



CHAPTER 2

BECOMING THE HOUSEWIFE

We were in bed in our matching nighties chatting happily. Chris who was
a health freak liked her clothes made from natural fibres and in
particularly bed clothes, so our nighties and our sheets were pure
cotton. The nighties were made of fine cotton and were very expensive.
From the very beginning she insisted that we should wear matching ones
that only she could afford to buy, usually from exclusive lingerie
shops. As usually she took the initiative and started caressing me.

"So how my little housekeeper is doing, did you have a good day?" she
said to me as she was lifting my nightie touching my thighs with gentle
fingers.

"Yes darling I had a good day, I am very happy with this new recipe, it
worked out well and you said you enjoyed the food."

"Of course I did, you are becoming more and more a gourmet cook and
before I forget, I asked my friend Jennifer to join us for dinner
tomorrow, try and surprise us with something exotic."

'But darling I planned a light dinner for tomorrow because is my big
shopping day and then I have all the ironing to do, you know sheets and
all that."

She slapped me slightly on the thigh and said in a pretend austere tone
of voice, "Now listen to me you little thing, all housewives can modify
plans at a last minute's notice if they have to and I can't see why you
should be different."

She never called me a housewife before, but somehow it excited me and
she felt it instantly in my erection. "Oh, my little darling, you like
to be called a housewife don't you. Strictly speaking you are not one
yet, but you will be one, once we decide to get married. Would you like
that Robin? Would you like to be my little wife and wear pretty aprons
and look after our guests?"

I was more and more excited. "Oh yes Chris, I would love that" I said
with a trembling voice as she started to mount me. Soon we were engaged
in a frantic love session where Chris was definitely the aggressor.

We were much more cool and controlled at breakfast next morning. Chris
was in a rush, finished quickly her cup of coffee and as I was taking
her to the door she gave me a quick kiss and said, "It's all set then,
we come back with Jennifer about 6 o'clock. We will have drinks first
and then you can serve dinner. She stopped and looked at my working
apron, one of Amelia's and continued, "And darling, have a nice apron
on please, one of those I bought for you, not one of Amelia's, they are
very servant like; we don't want Jennifer to think that you are the
maid here do we?" And before I had a chance to answer she rushed to the
car.

I was quite intrigued by her last phrase, 'housewife' yesterday, and
'maid' today; did she have something in mind? Whatever it was though,
her little remarks made me singularly excited!

It was a busy day for me. I did a major shopping in the local
supermarket and then I had to catch up with my freelancing computer
work as well. I must admit that I wasn't doing that well with my
professional activities lately. I was losing lots of contracts that in
the past were a routine for me and my income was dropping considerably.

But I had Chris' backing in that issue. She repeatedly said to me,
"Don't worry Robin darling about your work, I make money now for both
of us and with your nearly full time work in the house, I don't expect
you to kill yourself for some extra money."

By 5.00 o'clock I was done in the kitchen. Dinner was ready, except for
some final minor touches. I had a relaxing shower and changed to my
'good outfit', which was a rather unisex shirt and trousers ensemble.
We bought them together with Chris from a shop that specialized in that
type of clothing. In fact Chris insisted and I bought the shirt that
buttoned in a feminine fashion, right over left. Only an experienced
eye could pick that though. I put a clean apron on, one that Chris
bought me, a nice blue striped gingham one with a bib and shoulder
straps that crossed in the back and fastened in the strings. I tried to
make the bow as symmetrical as possible. The look in the mirror made me
think once more that I had to loose serious weight, I wanted my waist
slimmer than that, only then I could wear my aprons more proudly. 'Stop
it Robin!' I thought to myself, 'you are not a woman and stop
pretending that you can look the part!' I smiled at that thought and
went back to the kitchen to start the salad dressing.

The ladies would be here any minute now and I still had to set the
table. I thought about Jennifer, I didn't know her well; I met her
several times in a social context. She was working with my wife in the
Law firm; she wasn't a lawyer but a legal secretary and the right hand
of the top man of the firm. I think Chris had another reason of
befriending her, some 'inside information' was always useful in a big
Law office, in a competitive environment that you had to protect your
back at all times.

Jennifer was coming out of a nasty relationship with a married
businessman, a relationship that turned very sour and created lots of
waves. Of course she was bitter and Chris stood by her all that time.
She knew that I was keeping house for Chris at this phase of our life
and she found it very positive and supportive, at least this is what
Chris told me.

I heard the bell ringing and found it strange, did Chris forget her
keys? I wiped my hands and rushed to the door smoothing my apron. Chris
and Jennifer were standing there in big smiles. "Hello darling, did you
forget your keys?" I asked innocently.

"Of course not Robin dear, but we thought with Jennifer we shouldn't
surprise you in case you were more indecent?"

I looked puzzled and Chris added laughingly, "Oh, nothing serious
darling, just in case you still had your working apron on or something
similar."

I blushed slightly and let them in. They both greeted me with a girlish
kiss in the cheek and gave me their coats and bags. For a moment I felt
like the maid, but they did it so naturally that I took them graciously
and hanged them in the hallway alcove.

I heard Chris' voice from the living room. "Drinks time Robin!" I went
in and they both had kicked their shoes off and were comfortably parked
in the couch.

"You look very nice and neat Robin. I love that apron, it does suit
you!" Jennifer said with a big grin, but without any mockery in her
voice. That made me feel more comfortable and Chris added, "I bought
that apron for Robin; I was fed up seeing him wearing all the time
Amelia's aprons. He still uses them but only for the heavy housework.
Now how about some drinks, I could kill for some gin and tonic!"

Dinner went very well, they loved my food and though the table was set
for three, I spent most of my time serving them, changing their plates,
filling their wine glasses etc. They happily chatted most of the time
and they included me in their conversation only to ask me for something
or to praise my cooking. I removed my apron when I finally was able to
sit at the table and funnily enough both ladies noted it immediately.
"Now Robin, why you took your apron off, you are so sweet in it" Chris
said and Jennifer agreed instantly. "Would you mind very much putting
it back on dear?" Chris continued and her voice had a touch of
authority. I blushed and said meekly, "Of course not dear, the only
thing is that I was going to change shortly to my work apron to do the
dishes and I thought to sit with you ladies for a little while, I
didn't really have the chance to see Jennifer at all."

Jennifer said instantly, "You are right Robin, we kept you busy
practically all evening, how naughty of us, but your food was
delicious. Probably you could come and cook dinner at my place one day,
would you like that?"

"That would be a great idea" Chris exclaimed, "You need that sort of
distraction at the moment Jennifer, so before you go tonight we'll set
a date. Isn't that all right with you Robin darling?"

I had to agree, since Chris was so warm about it. "I'd love to do it
anytime Jennifer" I said in a slightly hesitant tone though.

In the mean time they forgot about the apron and I sat with them
chatting, mostly about Jennifer's recent bad adventure. When they
started talking about the office and their work again, I excused myself
and said that I had to do the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. I don't
think they noticed when I left the table. Back to the kitchen I put on
one of Amelia's large protective aprons and my rubber gloves and
started the dishes. Halfway through though I realized that I still had
to collect some glasses and plates from the table. I went in with a
tray and started collecting the remaining unwashed things. The ladies
were still engrossed in their conversation but as I was departing for
the kitchen I heard Chris telling me, "Thank you Amelia!"

I nearly dropped the tray. I turned to face her and then she realized
and started laughing. "Oh my God, I was so taken by Jennifer's story
than I took you for Amelia. It is that apron obviously. Anyway I am
sorry darling. You don't mind do you? Anyway you are doing Amelia's job
at the moment and you are wearing her apron, so it's not that unfair to
call you that."

Jennifer joined in, "Robin that apron is not as nice as the other one,
but it is so practical and so old fashioned. I remember when I was a
young girl we had a maid that was wearing a similar one on top of her
uniform dress. God it brings back memories!"

Chris continued, "Now that you mention it Jennifer I remember our maids
in my parents house had similar aprons but I remember also that they
were not allowed to come in front of the guests wearing them, so they
kept their serving white aprons on, under the big ones so they could
whisk them off quickly in case they have to appear in front of us or go
and answer the door etc."

She looked at me questioningly, "Well dear Robin you are not a maid,
but to tell you the truth I am not happy seeing you in this room with
this apron on and the rubber gloves!"

I blushed and managed to say, "You are right Chris, but I was in the
middle of doing the dishes and I thought it would take only a minute to
take those things away. Anyway now I know and I will be more careful in
the future."

Jennifer looked sympathetically at me and said, "You shouldn't be hard
on him Chris, after all he is doing a great job, he is a real gem in
the house and I guess he still has a lot to learn." She sighed and
continued turning to me, "I wish I had a person like you Robin to help
around in my apartment, it's not as big as this house but I certainly
need a helping hand around the place."

I felt awkward because all that time I had to stand in the middle of
the room with a tray in my rubber gloved hands, wearing a big wet
working apron, listening those two blathering on. I was getting ready
to say to Jennifer how sorry I was that I couldn't help her, when I
heard Chris' excited voice, "Well Jennifer I have a wonderful idea, I
can give you Robin for a whole day. He can come in the morning, clean
your place, do the washing or anything else you need like ironing etc
and then he can cook dinner and we all have a merry evening. How about
that!"

I was aghast when I heard it. She was offering my services to another
person, without even asking me! She had such a nerve. I was about to
start protesting when Chris turned to me and said very sweetly, "I know
Robin darling you wouldn't say no to that suggestion of mine. I think
Jennifer deserves some pampering at the moment and you are the one who
can do it. After all this house doesn't need you on a daily basis,
don't forget Amelia was managing very well, coming only three times a
week. Please darling, say yes."

She was so sweet and loving that I simply couldn't say no to her. And I
must admit that deep inside I felt a peculiar excitement and a pleasant
flickering of my stomach. Somehow I found the whole idea fascinating.
Pretending that I was hesitant I said in a small voice, "I guess it's
all right, housework is housework, I might as well do it."

They both clapped their hands happily and we agreed that this coming
Saturday, that is in three days time, I would go at 8 o'clock in the
morning, Jennifer would give me instructions what to do and then she
would go off shopping with Chris. They were going to meet at a shopping
mall at 10. How well they organized my time and their time! I was going
to clean bathrooms and scrub floors, they were going to have fun
sipping their cappuccinos and buying fancy clothes.

I thought that I could go back to the kitchen at last, but Jennifer's
voice stopped me once more, "and Robin, please bring with you your
working clothes and aprons, I don't have anything to give you. Feel
free to wear anything that is comfortable for your housework. I
couldn't care less if you are Robin or Amelia or Nancy or whatever. I
just want the work done and I must add that I might be a lousy
housekeeper, but I am a demanding employer and I will certainly inspect
your work."



CHAPTER 3

CAUGHT IN AMELIA'S CLOTHES

Chris had to depart early next morning on a business trip. We got up at
seven, she rushed to the shower and I went downstairs to the kitchen to
start breakfast.  Still on my nightie I tied an apron on and started
squeezing fresh orange juice.

She looked very smart in her elegant Armani business suit when she came
down half an hour later. She looked at me as I was pouring coffee in
her cup and smiled, "Look at you my little Robin, the perfect picture
of a sweet housewife!" I blushed but I didn't have the chance to
answer, as she continued, "Well, I better rush, I have a plane to catch
and look at this rotten weather. I'll probably be back quite late so
don't bother to wait for me for dinner, I'll call you later."

She grabbed her bag and coat gave me a girlish kiss and departed. I
looked at her expensive SUV as she was driving away. The weather was
rotten indeed. I went back to the kitchen to finish my cup of coffee
and plan my day. Though I wouldn't admit it publicly, I felt good about
this 'role reversal' in our lives. I was becoming more and more the
'house partner' in our relationship and Chris was becoming more and
more the 'breadwinner' and she didn't seem to mind it. Her personality
was more assertive than mine and obviously she was able to survive in
the 'cruel' outside world more easily than me. As I was finishing my
cup of coffee I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was that I didn't
have to catch a plane on a day like this.

I didn't really want to change to my male clothes to start housework,
even if those clothes were usually of the unisex type, a truck suit in
colder days, a t-shirt and shorts when it was hot. I really wanted
something different. I decided to be bold, after all Chris wouldn't be
back for hours. I went upstairs to the little room where Amelia used to
change. I knew that she left behind all her working clothes. What the
hell, I was going to dress in her clothes today; after all I was doing
her work for weeks now!

An hour later I was the maid! Amelia's clothes were not fancy, but I
definitely looked the part. I was wearing my own panties and vest, a
bra that belonged to Amelia and had seen better days, a striped blue
cotton dress that buttoned in front with white piping around the
collar, the short sleeves and the two front pockets and a matching
large working apron. I even tied around my longish hair a head triangle
of the same material. Black pantyhose and comfortable rubber sole shoes
finished off my appearance.

I started my chores with a 'feeling' and an intensity I never had
before. Somehow my maid's gear made me a more committed cleaner. I
practically 'attacked' the upstairs rooms and in particular the master
bedroom. As I was moving around vacuuming I couldn't stop looking at
myself in the various mirrors. A rather plain girl in a maid's uniform
was looking back at me. Now in a dress and apron, I could see more that
I had to loose weight. I definitely had to improve my waist line.

Satisfied from my work I turned off the vacuum cleaner, thinking
already for a break with a cup of coffee, turned around to head for the
door and froze on my tracks!

Chris was standing there looking at me with an amused expression of
half mockery!! I blushed and turned beetroot red. I started apologizing
but in her usual confident manner she stopped me and said, "My flight
has been cancelled because of the weather and I came back home to pick
some other papers on my way to the office," She looked at me in a more
critical manner and continued in a rather sarcastic tone, "So my
'darling little housewife' decided to demote herself to a maid?"  As I
was getting ready to answer she stopped me with her hand and said
firmly, "Let me finish please. You decided to dress as a maid to do
your chores on your own will, is that right?" I nodded silently. "And
you feel comfortable wearing maid's clothes as you work around the
house?" I blushed again as I was looking at her.

"Answer me please!" she said impatiently. "Yes Chris I do feel
comfortable working around the house in those clothes" I meekly
answered back.

"In that case you stay dressed as you are for the rest of the day.
Continue with your work and after dinner tonight we are going to
discuss the whole issue. I need to do a bit of thinking myself, ok?"

I got a bit panicked thinking that she might decide to end our
relationship. "Oh Chris, I hope you are not mad at me, it was just an
impulse. All of a sudden I had this strong need to dress and act like
Amelia, since I am doing her job for sometime now. But if that annoys
you it won't happen again. Oh Chris you now how much I love you." I
nearly cried as I said this last sentence.

"That's exactly my point Robin", Chris said in a softer tone, "this is
why I asked you if you like wearing maid's clothes. I know already that
you love doing housework, so if you put those things together it is
obvious what your inclination is. Well I have to rush now, we'll
discuss it tonight Don't worry though I am not going to kick you out of
the house, but if you prefer to act like a maid I think we should
redefine our roles and commitments in our relationship. Now run along
to your chores I have more serious things to do."

She dismissed me like a servant! And to make things worst she yelled at
me from the front door as she was going out , "And be sure to wear a
nicer apron, preferably a white one, on top of your uniform dress when
I come back tonight, I am sure you will find something appropriate
among Amelia's things. Bye for now!"

CHAPTER 4

MILLIE THE MAID IS EMERGING

The house was clean and tidy and dinner was ready when Chris came back
around six

O'clock that evening.  I still had Amelia's uniform dress on but I
found a half white apron among her things and I put it on, following
Chris' suggestion. I removed also the head scarf and replaced it with a
white hair band that I thought was more appropriate.

Chris used her key this time and came straight to the kitchen where I
was busy, fixing some salad dressing. I blushed as I turned around to
face her, I was excited but very nervous still about the whole thing, I
wasn't sure which way to go, I needed some help.

Chris eyed me from top to bottom and her quick mind picked my
nervousness because she said casually, "Hi Robin, I like the white
apron and hair band, you look the part, but how about a drink, I'm
dying for one. I'll be in the living room."

She left as quickly as she came in, but I felt relieved somehow, I
sensed that she was not angry or negative about my appearance, just
tired from a very busy day.

We had our dinner together, though I felt a bit awkward sitting at the
table with Chris and being the maid at the same time. She felt it also
because she said, "Well darling, I think that in the future and when
you are the maid you would serve me first and then you can have your
dinner in the kitchen.  But we will discuss all that later, as I said
already we must redefine our roles and commitments as a couple. I have
some ideas and you can tell me what you think."

I joined her in the living room after I finished doing the dishes and
tidied up the kitchen. She turned the TV off and motioned me to go and
sit next to her in the couch. I still was dressed in Amelia's clothes;
an inner force prevented me from changing to my regular outfit. Somehow
I wanted to make a point that I was pleased the way I was dressed.

"You certainly need some coaching darling how to sit properly when you
wear a dress, keep your knees together and place your hands on your
lap." She looked at me half jokingly as I adjusted my position in the
couch and continued, "Now Robin, I'll try and be frank with you,
obviously I accept your little idiosyncrasies and I am satisfied with
our relationship, otherwise we wouldn't have been together. Today
though, another side of your persona came out. I already knew your
skills around the house and how you enjoy doing the housework and
cooking etc, but today you went a step further and you declared, very
clearly indeed, that you like doing your housework not as a partner or
a 'housewife' as I like to joke with you, but as a maid. Am I right so
far?"

In my usual manner I blushed, but I managed to answer with a steady
voice, "Yes Chris, it is true, I somehow felt very comfortable wearing
Amelia's working clothes moving around the house doing my chores, much
more in peace with myself. I can't explain it even to myself Chris, I
feel very natural and relaxed, but alert and excited at the same time;
my energy is doubled when I worked in the house dressed as a maid, who
knows probably I was a maid in my previous life!"

She looked at me moving her head sceptically , "Probably you are right
you know, probably your genes are maid's genes, in the other hand if
you go back to your childhood, probably you were helping your mother or
the maid around the house and the 'feeling' stayed with you. One
wonders indeed! But my dear Robin I am not a shrink and I don't intend
to analyze you, lets go back to more practical matters. Do you intend
to keep working as a maid in this house, or this was a small game for
the day?"

She looked at me shrewdly waiting obviously for a clear answer. I felt
a bit cornered and I started playing nervously with the edge of my
apron, she sensed it and added, "You can give me an honest answer, but
don't worry I am not going to make you sign a life contract, not yet
anyway."

I felt more relieved after her last sentence though I noticed the
expression 'not yet anyway and said whole heartily , "Yes Chris I want
to continue being the 'house person' and look after this house, if
that's all right with you and today I discovered that being dressed as
a maid, makes me feel more 'right' for that role.  But, I wouldn't even
dream to put our relationship at a risk, so if this development makes
you unhappy or annoyed please tell me and I'll adapt myself instantly."

She looked at me for a few moments seriously and then her expression
mellowed. She came closer to me put her arm around my shoulder and
dragged me towards her, saying at the same time, "Come here little
thing, you look so worried and innocent at the moment. Of course I am
not crossed with you or annoyed, I love the fact that you took over the
burden of this house, you know I am not the housewife type." She
started caressing my thigh with her other hand and my excitement
started to grow.

"And if you want to be the maid, its fine by me, but I'll have to apply
some rules to you, it seems that I become your employer now. Do you
want to hear what those rules are going to be?"  Her hand was under my
dress now gently snapping the elastic around the legs of my panties. I
firmly nodded letting out an uncontrolled little moan of pleasure.

Her voice was softer now, she practically was whispering in my ear,
"Tomorrow we go to the 'Uniform Store' downtown, I am going to buy you
some proper uniforms for your new position in the house, Amelia's
clothes had seen better days, you are a maid now and you are entitled
to your own clothes provided by your employer. Would you like that,
would you like wearing a pretty white apron and a maid's cap when you
move around the house?" I nodded with another soft moan.

"Of course you do, poor thing you are trembling from excitement". Her
voice became firmer, "Now control yourself little hussy, don't come
yet, I want to finish what I have to say to you."

That brought me back to reality and I tried to pull myself together,
but she never stopped caressing me, obviously she was getting as well,
some inner satisfaction from that conversation, or should I say
monologue.

"I have been thinking darling, I can't keep calling you Robin when you
are the maid, instead I'll be calling you Millie, which is short for
Emily, after all this name is the English version of Amelia and you
started your maid's career in this house by impersonating Amelia. How
is that, do you like this name?"

My excitement was again at a peak, but my astonishment was even bigger.
I managed to answer back in a soft voice, "You wouldn't believe that
Chris, but Emily was my maternal grandmother's name and if I was born a
girl I would have been given that name, how amazing!"

She looked at me with her mouth open, "Now, isn't that a coincidence
darling! I couldn't have picked a more appropriate name. So from now on
when you are dressed in your maid's clothes you will be Millie the maid
and I will be 'Miss Christina' or simply 'Miss' to you. Probably you
will find that hard in the beginning, but I want you to understand that
being the maid in this house is not going to be a game but a normal job
for you and proper respect for your employer is rule number one. Is
everything clear so far Millie?"

She looked at me expectantly. I understood that look and answered back
blushing all over and smiling hesitantly lowering my eyes at the same
time, "Yes Miss, everything is clear Miss!"

Without any other word, she dragged me to the bedroom, she undressed me
very quickly, undoing the apron and struggling with the buttons of my
dress. We were in bed in record time wearing our matching nighties. Her
tongue found my ears, probing wetly. Her hands caressed my breasts
under the ruffled top of the nightie. Slowly then, she worked a leg up
and over my legs, her weight starting to bear down on me. She pulled my
panties down at an agonizingly slow rate, with me twitching and moaning
as they descended every inch. Finally purring quite loudly with
pleasure, she worked her way along the rest of my upper legs, gave a
quiet little gasp, then mounted and fitted herself around me. I
couldn't restrain myself anymore. I squealed and came in a series of
delighted spasms.......

CHAPTER 5

MY NEW WORKING CLOTHES

We arrived at the Uniform Store quite early next morning, because Chris
was in a rush to go to work afterwards. I was Robin again, dressed very
simply in jeans and a sweat shirt, but underneath I had my female
undies on. Chris promised not to embarrass me in front of the sales
girls and agreed to be discreet. I knew this shop very well from the
outside but I never had the nerve to go in. For years now I was
stopping in the shop window to admire various domestic outfits, my
inclinations for aprons and uniforms being part of me for as long as I
remembered.

I somehow felt a bit funny as we entered the shop, I was about to
acquire clothes that for many years were a big taboo for me. I felt
again this familiar stomach tickling, but my slight anxiety stopped me
from being excited. The shop was empty; it was too early in the morning
and not a sales person on sight. Chris walked purposefully to the far
end where an older lady was sitting behind the counter, as I was
looking around fascinated by the racks of working dresses and aprons
and tabards and various accessories, all for the 'domestic worker' as
they were labelled. They must have been chatting for several minutes
but I didn't mind at all, I had fun looking at all those items, feeling
the fabrics and checking the way they were made.

I was startled by a voice behind me, "I can see you certainly enjoy
looking at our products young man, is there something in particular
that you like?" I turned all blushing and I saw the lady behind the
counter smiling at me. Chris was standing in an angle and behind her
and I realized that she was motioning to me that everything it's ok and
under control.

The lady who was tall and elegant continued in a friendly tone of
voice,

"My name is Mrs. Goodwin and I am the manager in this shop. I gather
that you have to be fitted with some appropriate clothes for housework.
Your partner/employer here tells me that you took up successfully the
full responsibility of the house and you expressed an interest in
wearing some proper maid's uniforms."

I was shocked and dumbfounded. Only minutes ago Chris promised to be
discreet and not to embarrass me in front of a sales person and now
this lady tells me that she knows I prefer to be dressed as a maid! I
opened my mouth to express my indignation and to deny everything, only
to be silenced by Chris rather abruptly.

"Now Robin, let me explain to you. Mrs. Goodwin very kindly offered to
help us choose the right outfits for you, she understood the situation
immediately, it seems that you are not a unique case, lots of ladies
buy uniforms for their male maids and a lot more order by mail, so
relax and start choosing."

I looked at her in disbelief but Mrs. Goodwin took over again,

"Your partner is right Robin; I've seen lots of people like you during
the many years I work in this shop. There is nothing to be ashamed of;
on the contrary you should be proud. I hear that you are a committed
cleaner and an excellent cook. I can assure you that being a good maid
is not an easy task." She saw that my attitude softened and continued,

"And to put your mind completely at ease I can tell you that the two
salesgirls start working at ten o'clock so there is enough time for you
and your partner to choose undisturbed."

Half an hour later we came out of the shop me carrying all the
shopping. Chris was marching towards the car, she was in a rush to go
to her office and I was following behind, practically running to catch
up with her. It certainly was a big purchase of items. Mrs. Goodwin was
full of smiles of course. As we were departing she suggested that I
could go and work in her house any Sunday. She would be willing to
coach me in my new role and her twenty year old daughter would be more
than happy to assist her.

I heard her suggestion with mixed feelings. It seems that there is
acceleration to everything. I have a feeling that I fast lose
control...

As we entered the car I tried to thank Chris by giving her a kiss but
she stopped me and said, "You don't have to thank me Robin, as your
employer I have to provide your working clothes. I think you have
plenty now to play with. And when I come home tonight I want you to be
maid Millie, properly uniformed and ready to serve me." She said the
last sentence in a rather haughty manner, a manner I haven't noticed on
her before.

I answered half jokingly, "Yes Miss Christina!".

She obviously liked it because she said, "I think I start liking the
idea of having a live in maid. I also liked that suggestion of Mrs.
Goodwin that she offered to teach you some deportment and etiquette."

I was a bit nervous about that and I expressed my worries to Chris but
she was adamant, "You heard what she said, you can go on a Sunday to
her house to do her housework in exchange for some proper coaching from
her part. She is right you know, being a maid is not that simple, is
not only vacuuming and ironing. It is also learning the etiquette, like
how to address people with the proper respect, how to lay a table and
serve at a dinner party, how to look after delicate clothes, hand
washing etc. I am afraid I can't teach you those things, but Mrs.
Goodwin can." She stopped and gave me a side look, expecting an answer
from me. All of a sudden I realized that she was taking more and more
seriously my new found position in the house.

"I guess it's all right" I answered back, "But I am a bit anxious, she
said she has a twenty year old daughter living with her and I feel shy
to appear as Millie in front of her."

"Come on; don't be silly, the more you expose yourself as Millie the
more you will be confident in your new role. By the way, I just
remembered, tomorrow it's Saturday and we said you are going to clean
Jennifer's house and then cook dinner. So there is a perfect
opportunity to do that as Millie. Oh, I am sure she will love it."

I tried to protest, "But darling, I can't go to her house dressed as
Millie, I have to go by public transport, you said you would need the
car to go shopping later, if I remember well you meet with Jennifer at
a shopping mall at 10.00 o'clock"

"That's easy to arrange" she said in an exciting tone of voice. "I
simply drive you there, properly dressed, we all have a cup of coffee,
Jennifer explains to you what to do and then we are off and you stay
behind to do your housework. I'll explain everything to her in a little
while. We work together, remember!" I detected again, like the other
day, a strong tendency in her to please Jennifer. I know she was coming
out of a bad phase in her life, but Chris' interest was more than that,
she genuinely liked this woman.

We already were outside the house by that stage so she dropped me with
the parcels and left hurriedly for the office. I went in carrying my
parcels, excited and confused at the same time. Things were moving
faster than I expected and somehow Chris was the one who accelerated
everything.

CHAPTER 6

TESTED IN MY NEW ROLE

Of course I tried on everything. Chris was very generous and with the
clever push of Mrs. Goodwin I possessed now a nearly complete wardrobe
for a live in maid. I said nearly because the more formal black dress
was still missing. Ms. Goodwin said and Chris agreed that I had to earn
this classic uniform dress for 'excellence in service', meaning
continuous improvement in my behaviour, respect to my employer and her
guests and learning the proper etiquette.

As I was trying my new outfits on, I couldn't stop thinking that Chris
obviously had planned a long term period of 'service' for me. Of course
it was up to me to stop it and she mentioned it several times, even in
the presence of Mrs. Goodwin.  But my reaction was steady so far and my
answer the same, "No, I enjoy what I'm doing and if I feel differently
in the future I'll tell you at once'.  I was somewhat shocked when
Chris responded at once, "Dear? By that time, your opinion will be that
of a maid - and I don't always pay much attention to what my maids
might say!"

I had three uniform dresses, two working ones a pink and a light blue
and a dove grey one for afternoon use. All three were the traditional
style, short sleeved with front zip closure, white collar and cuffs.
The grey one though, was a princess style more elegant dress with side
inseam pockets and collar and cuffs made from double white eyelet lace.
The four aprons were all white. Mrs. Goodwin was adamant about it; no
maid should be normally seen by her employers without a white apron on.
The exception would be when the maid was involved in dirty kitchen
work, or hand washing or other messy jobs and then a tabard of similar
colour to the uniform dress would be worn on top, without the white
apron being removed. Of course the tabard could be removed very easily
if the maid was summoned suddenly by her employer or she had to answer
the door etc. In fact that was my first lesson of proper etiquette.
Finally a couple of simple white head pieces were bought as well.

A few pairs of black or dark brown pantyhose and two pairs of working
shoes, one pair of white clogs like the shopping girls or nurses wear
and a pair of black more dressy shoes with two inch heels were also
part of my new maid's 'trousseau'. Chris also promised that tomorrow
would buy for me some underwear like a couple of padded bras, more
panties and a couple of slips to wear under my uniform dresses.

I tried my best to be as 'presentable' as possible for Chris' arrival.
My afternoon grey dress and half white apron, combined with my neat cap
and black pantyhose and shoes made me feel very real. I had no make up
on but I used some of Chris' lipstick. A look at the mirror convinced
me that I probably wasn't a truly convincing girl, not just yet anyway,
but I certainly was a truly convincing maid.

When I heard the bell I rushed to the door to let Chris in, somehow I
expected her to ring the bell rather than use her own key. I opened the
door starting with a polite 'good evening Miss' and ....I froze on my
tracks. Chris was there all right but Jennifer was standing next to her
with a big grin in her face! I blushed furiously and felt like running
away. Both ladies saw my embarrassment and Jennifer was the first to
speak in a rather commanding tone, "wow, what a sight! You really feel
the part don't you Rob..., I mean Millie. You look very neat and
efficient. Walk down the corridor and back please". She said it in such
a way that I obeyed nearly automatically.

                           

I did walk trying to be more feminine, taking smaller steps and mincing
slightly. I must admit that the shoes, even with a small 2in heel made
me more conscious of my movements and mannerisms.  They both watched me
with interest and amusement. Suddenly I felt embarrassed and blushed
all over again. Was I overdoing it, what was that strong drive that
made me act like this not only in front of Chris, but in front of
Jennifer as well, a person that after all I didn't know that well?

Chris took over from Jennifer and continued, "You look very real Millie
and you seem to adapt to your new status like a duck in the water. I
know that you feel a bit strange at the moment, I can see you blushing
all over like a school girl, but the truth is that you are a natural as
a maid and I am not the one to stop this tendency of yours since we
both seem to benefit from it!"

I looked at both ladies clutching nervously the sides of my uniform
dress and I started opening my mouth to say something but Chris stopped
me with her hand, "Let me finish please. When Jennifer heard how things
have developed with you and your new status in this house she asked me
if she could join me for dinner. After all tomorrow you are going to do
her housework as Millie of course, so I only slightly accelerated
things.'

Jennifer continued, "I must tell you Robin, I mean Millie, I am not the
slightest surprised, I saw it coming the other day when you made dinner
for us. Except for the uniform you were acting as a maid already, the
apron wearing, the cooking, the serving, you simply are destined for
this role and no will power of yours can reverse this fact."

I tried to speak again but Chris interrupted me once more. God those
two ladies, aren't they arrogant and demanding! "I hope there is enough
food for Miss Jennifer and me. But we both would love a drink before
hand. Now run along like the good maid you are and fix our usual gin
and tonic and then you can get on with the dinner preparations."

That was an order and a dismissal. I managed to curtsey in a rather
clumsy manner, saying at the same time with a new found respect for
Chris, "Yes Miss Christina, right away Miss!" As I was scurrying to the
kitchen I heard Jennifer saying to Chris, "SHE has a great potential,
but she needs lots of coaching and some..." And then I lost her voice.
But I realized that for the first time they referred to me as a 'she'.
That sent waves of excitement throughout my nervous system and made me
think once more that the road I was following had no return. Probably
Jennifer was right, I didn't have the will power or rather I didn't
want to have the will power to reverse my new found role in life.

The dinner was a light one, salad and a quiche and a bottle of
chardonnay, but both ladies enjoyed it and praised my cooking.

By the time I served their coffee and cleared the table I was starving
so I felt quite relieved when Chris gave me permission to retire to the
kitchen and have my own dinner. I was eating alone and I was thinking
that I would rather prefer to work as a domestic in a large household
with lots of staff like in the old Victorian mansions. Then I could
share views with the other maids about this or that and gossip about
the Master or the Mistress of the house. Being a single maid in a
house, or a housewife without children for that matter, can have its
boring moments.  As I was daydreaming Jennifer came abruptly in
startling me. I started getting up but she motioned me to sit and
continue my meal. She was carrying her mug of coffee and joined me in
the table

"Chris had to send a few urgent e-mails so I thought of joining you in
the kitchen. Please finish your meal, you certainly deserve it." She
had a sip of her coffee and continued,

"I see you put a tabard on to protect your pristine white apron. Isn't
it ironical to wear an apron to protect another apron? I always thought
that funny as a young girl when I was watching our maids to put always
a working apron on to protect their immaculate serving one." She saw
that I finished my dinner and said casually , "You can do the dishes
now Millie and I will hang around to keep you company, I hope you don't
mind my presence in the kitchen, mind you though I am not planning to
help you, this is strictly your job!"

"Certainly it is my job Miss" I said in a polite voice as I was putting
my rubber gloves on to start the washing up. "And I am honoured that
you are here to keep me company, I was just thinking before, that a
maid's job can have its lonely moments if there aren't other domestics
around."

She looked at me sceptically and amusingly at the same time. "You know,
you are such a typical case of a submissive Robin or Millie or whatever
you are called!" she said in a rather sarcastic tone of voice. "And I
happen to know your type of person very well; you see I grew together
with one of your kind."

I turned and looked at her in a surprised manner. I was expecting small
talk and not serious comments about my inclinations and tendencies.

She looked back at me and smiled but her smile wasn't for me, she was
remembering things, so I let her continue. "You remind me very much of
my younger brother whom I lost regrettably some years ago, he was
killed in a car accident."

I opened my mouth in a shock manner and managed to whisper, "I am so
sorry Miss to hear that, Chris never mentioned anything to me, it's
very sad."

She waved her hand in a dismissing way and continued, "I never
mentioned that to Chris and by the way Millie, you better get used to
proper etiquette, its Miss Christina to you now, not Chris. The quicker
you learn your place in the household, the better for all of us. You
accepted that role on your own will, you better learn fast how to act
properly as a maid, it has to become a second nature to you the way you
address your employer and her guests!"

I blushed of course and turned facing her. I lowered my eyes and gave a
small curtsey. "I am sorry Miss Jennifer, you are right I still have to
learn how to act properly."

"You see what I mean Millie, your submissiveness is in your genes, you
crave to be reprimanded and I presume you would be willing to be
punished as well!"

I looked embarrassed but she didn't pay any attention to me. "You see
Millie, my brother was a maid in our house for many years. It started
as a joke with one of our maids dressing him up to help around the
house, you know how those things start, an apron first, then probably a
small cap and finally a full uniform. He loved it so much that soon he
became something like a junior maid, helping anyone from the staff that
needed him. My parents never found out, they both were busy
professionals spending most of their time at work, but I knew and
helped him a lot to become the girl he wanted to be, but this is a big
story, I'll tell you some other time."

I was fascinated by what Jennifer was telling me and turned to her to
say that I would love to hear the whole story. At that moment Chris
came in and said half jokingly, "Well, well, my friend Jennifer decided
to fraternize with the maid!"

I blushed as usually, but Jennifer who obviously was very quick in her
answers said also in a joke manner, "Certainly not Chris, on the
contrary I was teaching your maid some deportment and etiquette and I
was explaining to her that I have quite some experience in training
maids, after all I grew up in a house with live in servants."

I noticed that she didn't mention anything about her lost brother, but
of course it wasn't for me to interfere and mention something, I was
learning my position in the household fast.

They both left the kitchen ordering for some tea to be served in the
living room. I curtseyed as they departed but they didn't seem to
notice, they already were engaged in a conversation concerning their
work.

Sometime later Jennifer departed and Chris said that she was tired and
wanted an early night. Then she said something that took me by
surprise. "Now Robin darling," it was Robin again though I was still
dressed as Millie, "I would like you to sleep tonight in the spare
bedroom, I can see you are tired too, you had such an unusual day full
of events and I think we both deserve a good rest, away from erotic
temptations."

She didn't give me much choice to oppose her so I said in a rather sad
manner, "Of course Chris, this is a good idea." I realized then that
the sign to call her Chris was her calling me first by my real name.

She gave me a girlish goodnight kiss in the cheek and as she was
closing her bedroom door she said, "Thank you darling, you were great
today, Jennifer is totally fascinated by you being Millie and she is
looking forward to use you tomorrow, so you better have a good rest."

                                 

CHAPTER 7

WORKING FOR ANOTHER MISTRESS ON LOAN

"Now Millie, are you sure you understood everything I said?" Miss
Jennifer was addressing me in a rather condescending manner.

"Yes Miss, I think I did" I answered back smiling with a slight
impertinence.

Her expression stiffened and her tone of voice hardened as she said,

"Now listen to me Millie and listen carefully. I demand a more
respectful tone of voice from a maid when she answers back, always
followed by a slight curtsey. This has to become a second nature to
you.  Do you understand?"

I was blushing all over when this time I answered in a more humble
manner, curtseying clumsily at the same time, "Yes Miss, I'm sorry
Miss!"

"That's better Millie, but bear in mind that you have a long way to go
in order to become an efficient maidservant and some deportment lessons
would certainly help you. I'll have a talk with your Mistress about
that." She stopped, looked at her watch and said abruptly, "I better go
now; Miss Christina is waiting for me we have to go shopping. We will
be back after lunch. Bye for now."

She left the kitchen quickly and I heard Chris' voice from the living
room, "Bye Millie, be good and finish your chores, see you later." I
started walking towards the front door to say good bye but they were
out by the time I was there. Walking back I stopped in front of the
hallway mirror. Millie, my new persona, looked back at me. Pink uniform
dress, full white apron and cap, low heel shoes, slight make up the
perfect picture of a working maid.

I went back to the kitchen and looked again at the list of chores Miss
Jennifer left for me. I decided to have a cup of coffee before starting
the cleaning. I sat down by the kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee
in my hands. I looked at the hem of my dress and apron and felt
strangely excited.  Here I was sitting in the kitchen of an unknown
house as the maid who was about to clean it. I realized what an unusual
step that was, quite a demotion from the computer specialist's job
indeed!

It was a bigger apartment than I expected; two bedrooms, large living
room and kitchen, two bathrooms and lots of mess around. Miss Jennifer
is definitely not the domestic type. It was hard work and by the time I
was through with the list and looked at the kitchen clock it was three
in the afternoon and I was starving. I made a quick sandwich with some
stale bread and cheese, and another cup of coffee and parked by the
kitchen table again.

As I was eating I realized that my maid's uniform was the only outfit I
had!  Chris rushed me out of the house immediately after breakfast
allowing me to wear a light coat on top of my morning uniform dress and
apron. She let me remove my cap and she asked me to pack a matching
tabard to protect my white apron during messy jobs and that was all.
God I felt vulnerable during our twenty minutes drive from our house to
Miss Jennifer's block of flats. Fortunately it was Saturday morning and
most people were not out in the streets yet.

But now I felt vulnerable again, where on earth were those two. It was
getting late, they mentioned earlier that I was going to cook dinner
but I had no instructions for that and what if some strange person
starting ringing the door bell? I decided that I wasn't going to open.
God I was feeling strange and my uniform was messy after all this
morning work, normally I should have changed by now to my afternoon
grey dress and half apron. Also I felt that I couldn't move out of the
kitchen, like going to the living room and put the TV on, somehow I
thought it inappropriate for my current status.

And then all of a sudden I heard the front door open and lots of noise
and giggles. God they were back!  I barely had time to stand on my feet
adjusting my dishevelled dress and apron and they were standing in
front of me by the kitchen door holding lots of parcels, all flashed
and giggling. I managed to give an awkward curtsey saying demurely, "Hi
ladies!"

"Hi maid Millie!" they said in a unison still giggling. Then I realized
that they were quite drunk, probably after several glasses of
chardonnay in a downtown little bistro. But they kept looking at me and
I noticed that Jennifer's expression changed to a rather morose one.
She turned to Chris who still had a silly smile and said, "Chris I
think the maid will get the sack, look at her dress and apron, she
looks dishevelled!"

I had my mouth open in disbelief when she turned back at me and nearly
snarled, "You are damn untidy for a domestic Millie, I know you had
lots of messy things to do, but you should have changed to your
afternoon uniform by now."

I started answering in a rather indignant manner, feeling very hurt. I
killed myself all morning doing the housework and this is the thank you
I get? I even forgot my place and addressed her as Jennifer, "But
Jennifer this is the only dress and apron I have and ....."

She didn't give me the chance to continue. She got all red and moved
towards me with a speed that took me completely by surprise. Before I
had the chance to protect myself she slapped me twice in the face in
both cheeks! I lost my balance and nearly fell as I felt tears coming
up.

"How dare you talking to your employer like this. You forgot your place
completely girl! Get out of my sight this instant! Go and stand in the
corner over there, facing the wall. Now"! She yelled at me.

I was totally confused and shattered. I managed to curtsey clumsily,
whispering a 'yes Miss'. As I was scurrying towards the indicated
corner I gave a side look to Chris. Her smile had gone and her face had
a look of disbelief, but she wasn't going to interfere openly, as I was
hoping. I had a terrible urge to run as far away as possible but then I
remembered how I was dressed and ended up in the corner feeling
miserable.

Then I heard Chris' voice as they moved out of the room, 'That was hard
on him Jennifer...' and then I lost their voices.

I felt silly standing in the corner like a naughty child and yet I
didn't dare to move even to get my watch, abandoned on a counter top at
the other end of the kitchen. Gradually I calmed down and my shock and
trembling was replaced by a sexual excitement! I looked down at my
dress and apron and the feeling of helplessness combined with my attire
excited me tremendously. I started thinking that probably Jennifer was
right from the employer's point of view. I was a servant who talked
back to her and this was unacceptable. I then realized that I had a
long way to go in order to become a maid 'at heart' and learn to accept
automatically my lower position in the household.

My thoughts interrupted abruptly by Chris. In her usual manner she came
silently from the back and put her hands around my aproned waist
whispering in my ear, "How is my little Millie doing? Recovered from
the shock?"

I turned back to face her and she hugged me and kissed me passionately
on the mouth. My sixth sense, that I started developing as a maid, told
me that Chris wanted me to be informal so I said to her , "Oh Chris, I
felt such a shock, frankly I didn't expect that, in particular after
all that work I did in the apartment."

She looked at me sceptically and said, "I'm afraid darling this is a
hard, but very real way to learn what it means to be a maid for
someone, in particular for someone who is demanding and has a temper
too." And a little drunk as well, I thought to myself. "And'" she
continued, "we had a little discussion with Jennifer and we both agreed
to forget the whole incident. So you can forget it as well. I can
assure you that she is not the type who could bear you any grudge."

She changed her tone of voice abruptly to a formal one and said, "Now
be a good girl and make some coffee for both of us." She thought for a
moment, "I guess you can have one too but after you serve us. We will
be sitting in the living room." And she left as quickly as she
appeared. In the meantime I was saying my customary 'Yes Miss' with a
small curtsey.

I served the coffee and I was waiting to be dismissed when Miss
Jennifer said to me in a business like tone, "I bought some working
clothes for you Millie. We talked it over with your Mistress and she
agrees with me. Since you are going to work for me on a regular basis,
incidentally we decided with Chris twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays,
you can have your working clothes kept here." She paused for a minute
to have a sip of her coffee. Well, that's news for me! Chris didn't
mention anything, obviously that was decided during their lunch. Miss
Jennifer continued, "You realize of course that if you had your
uniforms in this house we would have avoided the unfortunate scene
before." I understood then she was trying to apologize in an indirect
way.

I looked at her, slightly blushing, but she kept talking undisturbed,
"Take all those parcels standing in that corner over there and go and
unpack then in the small guest room. You can put them in the closet
there and you can use that room to change when you work in this
apartment. And change to a grey dress and half apron before you report
back to me. You can go now."

I thanked her with a deep curtsey and started picking the parcels,
feeling again terribly excited. As I was going she said in a nicer
voice, "And Millie, thank you for the work you did today, the apartment
looks great."

I blushed again as I was moving out. I saw Chris smiling happily at me.
Miss Jennifer isn't that bad after all I thought, as I started
unpacking my new possessions. Two plain poly cotton shirtwaist type
working dresses, one light green, one light blue, with matching large
working aprons. The aprons were made of checked gingham with plain
frills to match the dresses, quite fancy indeed.  The grey front zip
dress and frilly half white apron were similar to the one I possessed
already. There was also a frilly white cap and head checked gingham
triangles for the morning uniforms. Obviously Miss Jennifer had another
source for domestic outfits, because they were quite different from the
ones Chris bought in Mrs. Goodwin shop. I hurriedly changed to my grey
dress and half apron and presented myself back to the living room.

I immediately realized that I made a 'fault pas' by entering without
knocking. Chris and Jennifer were sitting in the same couch holding
hands and talking to each other like two lovers! They both were
startled and Chris became all red. Miss Jennifer though kept her cool
and turned to me looking very annoyed, "You do realize of course Millie
that it is highly inappropriate for a servant to come in a room, any
room for that matter, without knocking. Am I right if I punish you
again?"

I became all red in my turn and I started apologizing and curtseying at
the same time, "I am ever so sorry Miss, I simply forgot, I was so
happy with my new dress that I was rushing in to thank you for your
generosity." I said that so truthfully that she mellowed and looking
first at Chris and then back at me said with a faint smile , "You are
forgiven this time, but next time you do it you are going back to stand
in the corner for half an hour." She stopped to look at my dress and
apron, she asked me to turn to check my bow in the back, she said that
I should try harder tying it evenly and then she asked Chris in a
relaxed manner, "How about some light dinner darling, are you getting a
bit peckish?"

Chris who regained her composure in the meantime looked at her rather
adoringly and said happily, "As a matter of fact I am a bit hungry, how
about a nice salad and some soft drink, frankly I can't have any more
wine and I still have a slight hangover from this afternoon's feast."

Miss Jennifer turned to me and started giving orders, "Now Millie you
heard your Mistress, a light salad will be fine. Go to the fridge and
use your imagination with what ever you find, a good maid should be a
good improvising cook as well. We'll eat in 45 minutes."

I started to leave with the customary 'Yes Miss' and curtsey but Miss
Jennifer's voice stopped me , "And Millie try to protect you new
uniform, use one of your new working aprons when you prepare the food"

I did use my imagination indeed, because there wasn't enough in the
house and I managed to produce a rice, tuna and mayonnaise salad that
pleased them both. As I was eating later in the kitchen I kept thinking
about the hand holding and the looks between Chris and Jennifer. Was
something developing there? I never thought that Chris had any lesbian
inclinations, but yet again I didn't know her that long. I probably
should be upset, but for some reason I wasn't, in fact the thought of
those two having erotic tendencies for each other some how excited me.
I am sure Chris was going to discuss it later tonight.

We departed about eight o'clock. I was back in my morning uniform of
course since I didn't have any other clothes to wear, but I wasn't that
worried as Chris drove us back. It was already dark and all sorts of
other thoughts were going through my mind. God, what a day!

Once more Chris said she was tired and asked me to sleep in the spare
room, but I was tired too and we had all day tomorrow for discussions
and explanations. Tomorrow was Sunday, the only day of the week that
Chris was a complete slob, refusing to move out of the house.

CHAPTER 8

SUNDAY OF LEISURE

I woke up to the sound of church bells. I looked at the small clock
next to the bed, it was 8 o'clock. I liked the sound of bells every
Sunday; that Roman Catholic Church not far from the house reminded me
of my childhood. I felt my cotton nightie around my body and the bra
that I refused to remove last night. The slightly restricted feeling of
the bra around my upper body sent a wave a pleasure through me. I
started remembering things form the last few days and my excitement
grew. I better get up before I become too excited I thought and I
jumped out of bed.

I was tempted to put my maid's clothes on but then I decided against
it. I better have a serious talk with Chris first. Being Millie the
maid doesn't really help to assert myself. But I kept my nightie on.
Obviously Chris was still asleep. I went to the kitchen to start
breakfast and automatically I tied firmly around my waist one of my
'housewifely' aprons.

I had my coffee and cereal and decided to wake up Chris with breakfast
in bed. I carried the tray with fresh orange juice, strong coffee and
cereal and decided to enter without knocking at the door, what the hell
I wasn't the maid at the moment.

I woke her up with a kiss, she smiled and then opened her eyes , "Good
morning my sleeping beauty I told her half jokingly, breakfast is
served". She looked at me and then at the tray and smiled warmly, "Good
morning my Robin, look at your housewifely appearance today, did you
give Millie the day off?"

I answered in a mischievous manner, "Of course darling, she deserves a
day off, Miss Jennifer exhausted her yesterday".

She answered back equally mischievously , "It is only because is Sunday
that I agree for Millie to take her day off, tomorrow I expect her up
bright and early, morning uniform on, ready to start her daily chores".

I looked at her, she really meant what she said, she made it clear that
it wasn't up to me to decide if I was going to be Millie or not. That
was certainly a change of attitude from her earlier declarations of the
type 'you can go back being Robin anytime you feel like'. I decided not
to say anything and I was waiting for her to start talking about
yesterday's events. She certainly did after her first sip of coffee.

"You probably guessed that I offered your services to Jennifer twice a
week, Tuesdays and Fridays. I realized that there is not enough work in
this house to keep you busy everyday all day, six days a week, I think
three days is enough to keep this house clean and tidy and do all your
other chores. Of course I expect you to have somehow a dinner organized
everyday, it's up to you if you cook everyday, or you can prepare
things in advance and freeze them, but I expect a warm meal every
evening."

I looked at her totally puzzled , "Now just a minute Chris, it seems
that you organized my whole week without thinking about my free lancing
work, I have some contracts still going and I am not certain that I
want to completely stop working as a computer specialist. "

                                                  

She softened and looked at me in a loving manner that puzzled me even
more; I was expecting some sort of fight. She spoke softly as she
started caressing my hand, "Now Robin darling you like what you are
doing, am I right? You like being the maid wearing a neat uniform dress
and apron and cap and curtsy and answer back a prompt 'yes Miss', am I
right? And you like to stop thinking about boring computer programs and
fight with real sharks out there, am I right again?" She stopped and
looked at me. The way she was talking was exciting for me. I lowered my
eyes and said in a small voice, "Yes this is true."

"Then stop this inner fighting and let yourself express freely. You
must consider yourself very lucky that you have an understanding
partner, make the most of it". She stopped for a minute to take a sip
of her coffee and continued, "But of course you have to honour your
current obligations and finish them properly, but don't take anything
new. How long you thing it will take you to be out of your going
projects?"

I thought for a moment and said, "By coincidence I am not that busy at
the moment, probably in a week's time I can finish  my two going
projects. Then I probably can say that I will take a long leave to go
overseas."

She clapped her hands happily, "That's an excellent idea. So I'll tell
Jennifer that next week you will be going there to work on Saturday
like yesterday and you can stay all week home and finish your projects
in combinations with your house duties of course. I expect an excellent
work from Millie and I can assure you that I can get as demanding and
nasty as Jennifer if needed".

She said this last sentence in a rather strong manner that made me
quite uneasy. I looked at her for some sympathy and of course she
softened again and said mildly, "But you are not going to disappoint
Miss Christina with your work, are you Millie?"

I looked at her seriously, stood up from the bed and half smiling I
picked the edges of my nightie and apron and curtseyed respectfully
telling, "Of course not Miss Christina, I am going to be a very good
maid!"

She clapped again happily and asked me to join her in bed. I removed
the breakfast tray and parked happily next to her. She started
caressing me and felt my bra, "You naughty girl, you still have your
bra on?" she said in a mockingly strict manner. "But we have to improve
you breasts; you can't be a flat chest girl now can you? Would you like
me to get you some proper breast forms that you can insert inside you
bra, then you will feel more feminine, would you like that?"

I had an instant erection and of course she understood instantly. My
apron front was too up right. I whispered to her, "Yes Chris, please
get me some breast forms, I'd love to be more feminine."

She started caressing my erection now , "But if I get you breast forms
I would like you more feminine in general. How about fix you hair in a
more feminine manner and probably pierce your ears and insert some gold
slippers and shape your eyebrows a bit, would you like that?"

"Oh yes please, I would love that, I would love to become more girlish.
Oh Chris you excite me so much!"

She was getting excited as well, because she had me on my back in no
time, lifted my nightie and apron and mounted me. Her eyes were hazy
now as she kept talking to me, "But once you become more girlish I
might decide to keep you permanently as my maid and probably I'll never
let you being Robin again, You will be Millie my maid and Jennifer's
maid to look after us and be good and obedient to both of us and look
after both our houses and probably serve to dinner parties dressed in a
lovely black and white uniform."

We both reached climax simultaneously in an explosion of little cries
of joy!

CHAPTER 9

AND SUNDAY OF CHANGES

Sunday proved to be a long and unusual day for both of us. After our
intense love making we both went through an anticlimax. Chris parked in
the living room with her coffee and Sunday paper and I started tidying
up the house. I stayed out of my maid's clothes, it was officially my
day off after all, but I felt somehow uncomfortable wearing my old T-
shirt and pants. Obviously my persistence to wear my panties and bra
underneath plus my apron didn't make me feel any better.

I was in what I considered as my room now; tidying up, when all of a
sudden Chris appeared to the door frame loaded with clothes. She came
right in and threw everything on the freshly made bed. I looked at her
puzzled and she gave me a broad smile. She went immediately to the
point in her usual manner, "I realized that you need some proper
clothes, I mean proper girl's clothes.  I don't want to see you again
in the house wearing your shabby male clothes. It will be from now on
either your maid's uniforms or some simple feminine items like a blouse
and skirt or a housedress. No pants for you until you become natural in
wearing skirts. Then we can consider some feminine pants."

"But where did you find all those clothes?" I asked in an innocent
manner, though I was getting quite excited again.

"Old things of mine" she said simply. "You never saw them before
because I haven't use them since we met. I used to be a few pounds
heavier and they are loose to my body. Also they are 'out of character'
for my current style. Being in that sort of high powered job I had to
adapt my wardrobe, you know the kind of clothes I wear now, business
suits, tailored jackets etc."

She stopped waiting for a comment but I stayed quiet looking first at
her and then at the clothes' bundle. She looked at me and continued,
"And consider yourself lucky, because I was going to give them to
Amelia but she left abruptly as you remember, so there you are. Aren't
you going to look at them?" She said rather accusingly, as if I wasn't
grateful enough.

I blushed in my usual manner - I wish I could stop blushing so easily -
and rushed and hugged her in a warm manner thanking her at the same
time. She hugged me too and feeling my bra she played with the straps
pulling them jokingly. "You love your bra Robin, don't you?  I didn't
forget what I told you earlier, tomorrow I am getting for you some
breast forms plus some other personal items."

Full of excitement I started looking at the clothes, it was like a
small treasure for me, but she stopped me as if she suddenly had a
thought, "I have a better idea Robin, let's go a step further and try
and make you more feminine". She stopped and rushed to the main
bathroom obviously to check something.

She came back in seconds and said in a firm manner, "Now listen to me
carefully!" And she gave me instructions how to have a bath, using a
depilatory cream to remove what little hair I had on my body. Then wash
and rinse my longish hair and shave very closely whatever thin and fine
hair constituted my practically not existing beard.

I was for the first time seriously alarmed when she started plucking my
eyebrows. All of a sudden I realized that this was an irreversible
change on my features. I started protesting by raising my hands in
order to stop her, "Please Chris don't do that, it will be very
obvious, I'll be embarrassed in public."

She reacted in an really annoyed manner , "Now listen to me Robin, you
started this on your own will and you certainly enjoyed yourself so
far, but you probably didn't realize that your change of status in this
house, totally  willingly as we both know, triggered new emotions to me
as well." She stopped to look at me severely. For the first time I saw
a different Chris, her face features hardened considerably and her
steady gaze was deadly serious. I had to lower my eyes, as an uneasy
feeling was developing on me. I certainly was full of ears now.

She knew that she had my full attention now and continued, "You see
Robin I am afraid I changed my mind and what I kept telling you before
is not valid anymore. It is as simple as that, either you stay in this
house on my own conditions and do exactly as I tell you, or you pack
and go, of course I can't keep you here as a prisoner."

By now I was in a state of chock.  My mind was racing like crazy. God,
how she could do that to me. But in the other hand I am to blame as
well. Didn't I open the bag of worms myself? Didn't I insist on
numerous occasions to be a docile and compliant servant?  I must have
looked terrible because she softened a bit and said, "Now darling don't
look so upset let me finish first and then you can tell me what you
think."

That last phrase calmed me down a bit and Chris became serious again,
"The last few days my inner feelings and emotions are in turmoil as
well. I am particularly fond of Jennifer, you must have noticed that by
now, frankly I don't know how that will develop, she ?s fond of me too.
You know that she had a hard time during her last relationship and she
wants to stay away from men and in particular from married men, for the
time being anyway. We get on well and we have lots of fun together."

I spontaneously asked somehow persistently, "What is the meaning of
this Chris? That you are about to start a serious affair with Jennifer?
And where do I fit in? Am I not your partner anymore?"

She kept her calm and continued, "Slow down Robin, you are asking too
many questions. I told you before I don't know how this relation with
Jennifer will develop, it's too early to say, but I do know now how I
feel about you and what I see as a solution. God this is getting too
serious, I think I need a drink, go and get me a glass of white wine
and get one for you as well, if you want too".

I rushed to the kitchen in a half naked condition, my hair still
wrapped in a towel, wearing still my nightie. I couldn't stop thinking
that even in the middle of a serious conversation she treated me as a
servant.

I came back with two glasses of white wine in a tray. She had a
generous sip and continued, "Robin, if you are going to stay in this
house you will stay as Millie my maid on a permanent basis I am afraid.
No more masculine clothes for you and no more outside contacts as Robin
after of course you finish, this coming week, your open computer
contracts. You have to disconnect completely from your previous world.
I know this is a rather hard decision for you, but in the other hand I
know that you were a rather lonely person when I met you, not any
closed friends and no family apart form some distant cousins in other
parts of the country."

She had another sip and I must admit I was going quickly through my
glass as well. That was too much to digest so quickly. She continued
more certain for herself now, as if the decision was definite in her
head, "Yes, I want you to be a convincing maid. I know it is not that
simple to transform you to a woman overnight but your features are
soft, your hands are small and you have great legs, so it's not as hard
as it would be with a more masculine male. We have to work with your
hair, probably a conservative wig to begin with and with your voice
which is a more difficult issue. The breast forms will improve your
upper figure but you must go on a diet too, I think you have to loose
about 15 to 20 pounds to be more comfortable with your new body." She
stopped and looked at me, "Am I going too fast for you? I have to tell
everything and have it out of my system; I have been forming in my head
for sometime now this small speech."

"Jesus!" I said in an admiring voice, "It's not accidental that you are
a top lawyer. It is true; you fire like a repetitive gun. Of course it
is too much to digest. My whole life is going to change drastically and
though I like my maid's status in this house I still feel insecure,
I'll be totally dependant on you, no money of my own, no real work,
what if I do change my mind in a few weeks, or a few months."

"Ah! I thought of that!" She announced as if she was expecting my
reaction, "I don't approve of slave labour; it was abolished in this
country more than a century ago. So I'll draw a proper Work Contract
for you. You will be officially employed in this house as the live in
maid and will be paid the standard wages for domestics. You will have
your social security number and card.  So you will certainly have
enough money for your day to day expenses, your board and working
uniforms will be paid by me of course. And then you will certainly have
the occasional bonus or my old clothes or Miss Jennifer's for that
matter. This is one of the reasons you have to loose some weight. Then
our cast offs will fit you better."

She stopped again to give me the chance to digest what she just said. I
looked at her questioningly, "And do you expect me to start going out
dressed as a woman?"

"Eventually yes!" she said in a firm voice, "I expect you to be able to
do that as soon as I think that you are convincing enough. After all
you have to do the shopping and other errands as all maids do." She
sensed again my rising anxiety and continued in a calmer voice, "But
don't worry. We will not rush anything; you will go out when you feel
comfortable enough and when I will be convinced that you can
successfully pass."

We both had another sip of our drinks and she looked at me
questioningly, "What do you think Robin, are you prepared for that
change?"

I was full of emotions, I was also slightly confused, but I knew that
much, it was 'a take it or leave it' offer and nothing in between. I
had to stay on Chris' terms or simply pack my clothes and go. I raised
my glass in a 'cheers' mode and Chris did the same. I simply said in a
rather small voice, "So be it Chris. Let's drink to the good health of
your new maid Millie!" And we clinked our glasses and hugged each other
for a long time.

CHAPTER 10

TRANSITION WEEK - MONDAY

I woke up quite early on Monday morning, in fact I don't think I slept
that much. All night my mind was racing from one thought to another. I
had to sleep in the spare bedroom which was going to be my room from
now on, or as Chris said, 'Maid Millie's Room'. I moved all my clothes,
including my new feminine trousseau and of course all my uniforms. I
felt a bit sad and perplexed because I was practically expelled from
the master bedroom that I had shared until then with Chris. Somehow
this was the last act to a series of events that defined my new status
in the household.

It was past nine o'clock in the morning and I was about to say a polite
goodbye to Chris as she was rushing to work. I was properly attired,
blue striped dress and full white cotton apron with a modest frill,
simple white cap and low heel shoes, the perfect picture of
domesticity. I was about to curtsey with a polite 'have a good day
Miss', but Chris surprised me once again, she approached me and gave me
a full kiss in the mouth, playing with her tongue inside.

She said to me, "Mmm, you smell nice Millie, clean and fresh and you
look so neat in your uniform, the picture of the perfect servant. And I
do love having a maid that I can kiss goodbye!"

She turned towards the front door leaving me behind blushing and trying
to smooth the front of my apron. She turned again and said in a more
formal tone, "Bye for now Millie, I'll call you later and let you know
what time I'll be back for dinner and I'll certainly try and do some
shopping for you during my lunch break, I haven't forgotten my promise
to get you some breast forms." She winked at me and left.

I stood there for a few seconds dumbfounded looking at the closed door.
Gosh, this woman was unique in playing with my emotions. All of a
sudden a feeling of euphoria overtook me. I decided to be naughty and
go back to my room and check again the clothes that Chris gave me
yesterday. I was dying to try them on; my chores could wait for later.

It was about eleven o'clock and I was standing ecstatic in front of the
mirror. I was wearing a tight black skirt, just above the knee and a
plain white blouse slightly frilled in the collar and sleeves. I
realized how hard it was to walk in a tight skirt, I had to alter
completely the way I was walking, shorter and quicker steps and knees
kept together. I was about to change back to my uniform and start
tidying up the house when the front door bell rang. I instantly got
panicked, who on earth could have been at this time in the morning,
probably a sales person of some sort. I tip toed towards the front
entrance and I was about to look through the peep hole when I heard a
familiar voice calling me from the other side, "Hello Millie, it's me
Miss Jennifer, could you let me in please!" Her voice had a tone of
impatience.

A peculiar fear overtook me, I wasn't properly dressed and Miss
Jennifer wasn't the kind of person to play with, but I had to let her
in. I hesitantly opened the door and she burst in saying, "Why it took
you that long girl to open the door, you should..." She stopped abruptly
and looked at me and a thin smile crossed her lips.

"Well, well, what we've got here, look at you!"

I tried to curtsey, but somehow it wasn't the same without my uniform
on, the tight skirt wasn't appropriate for that and I nearly lost my
balance as I started saying in an apologetic tone of voice, "I am
terribly sorry Miss, I was about to start my chores, but you see Chris...
I mean Miss Christina gave me some clothes and I was trying them on
and..."

She interrupted me in a rather rude manner. "I can see that girl, I can
see also that you are completely out of line here, it's nearly noon and
you are still fooling around. I am afraid it's not good enough!" She
stopped and looked at me again, this time more carefully.

"What have you done to yourself Millie?" She looked amused now. "Have
you been changing your looks girl? Your face lines seem softer and your
hair more feminine somehow. Oh yes, I can see now, have you been
plucking your eyebrows?"

I blushed all over as I started explaining to her how Chris tried to
alter my looks on Sunday. She made me describe everything in detail and
she concluded, "I can see that your Mistress is pointing you to the
right path but of course you have a long way to go to even think that
you can pass as a credible female publicly. I don't want to discourage
you but you must try very hard, you must feel the change down to your
bones!"

"I know Miss" I answered back meekly, "but I am determined to try hard
and I am grateful to you and Miss Christina for your guidance, it's
more than valuable to me Miss."

She dismissed my little speech with her hand saying, "Yes, sure, I know
that you are willing to try, the question is how far you are prepared
to go and this is not for me to decide, it is something strictly
between your Mistress and you and you will probably asked in the near
future to take some serious decisions. But enough is enough, now run
along girl and change back to your uniform there is housework to be
done."

I turned around in haste with a 'yes Miss', but she stopped me again.
"And Millie, keep this skirt on under your uniform dress, I can see its
good for you, it will teach you to take shorter more ladylike steps and
nor big masculine strides!"

I was back in less than five minutes, smoothing my apron and checking
the bow in the back. This is exactly what she checked and made me undo
and redo my apron three times, until she was completely satisfied. I
served her a cup of coffee as she was watching me cleaning and tidying
up the kitchen. She made some practical suggestions about how things
should be done, but she wasn't particularly pushy, she simply said that
I am clever enough to organize the work. And then she left as abruptly
as she arrived with a quick 'good bye' and out of the door.

It took me an amount of time and a full cup of coffee to recover from
her visit. I was fully aware now that Miss Jennifer could call in at
any time to check on me, I remembered now that part of her work in the
Law firm was to visit Court houses and other Law offices in town for
various file searching, Chris was calling her the 'free lancing
Jennifer'.

Soon I was fully absorbed with the housework, I had to tidy up and
vacuum the whole house, do the bathrooms and deal with the laundry. I
kept the black skirt on, as I was told, it certainly restricted my
movements, not very practical for a hard working maid, but somehow it
gave me the sinister pleasure to walk in shorter but faster steps, to
bend my knees in order to pick something from the floor, or to go down
on my knees in order to scrub the bath tub.

It was nearly six o'clock when I sat down to the kitchen table to enjoy
a really needed cup of tea with a couple of rye crisps. As we agreed
with my new employer I was going to follow a strict diet. It was
actually quite hard and I needed all my will of power to succeed, but I
was determined. I had to do it, I had to lose weight, I needed to
improve my waistline.

The evening meal of a light tuna salad and brown rice was ready and
Chris should be home any minute now. I was all excited again waiting
for her arrival. Was she going to bring the items she promised to me
this morning?

"Hi Millie!" I nearly dropped the tea mug as I turned around standing
up at the same time to look at Chris who was standing by the kitchen
door. "Oh Chris.... I mean Miss Christina; you gave me such a fright, as
I was expecting you to ring the bell Miss!"

"I am glad you corrected yourself and you addressed me properly Millie,
yes I let myself in with my own key. I don't want you to get used to a
routine. You must expect the unpredictable at all times, this is why I
asked Miss Jennifer to call in this morning." She stopped and looked at
me with a mischievous smile and continued, "Now run along to the garage
and bring all the parcels from the back seat in and carry them to your
room. I am certain you will find some exciting things there."

She obviously was very excited herself and full of bravado. She asked
for her usual gin and tonic and asked me to follow her to my room, now
'the maid's room', as she had started calling it. Of course I was
excited too and the familiar flickering in my stomach was the strongest
ever.

I started opening the parcels under her supervision. Wow! What a
treasure. I found to my delight breast forms, a wig, some underwear,
quite plain I must admit, a 'cache sex' or gaff as it was called, thick
pantyhose in dark colours and a waist cincher, also some shoes to my
size. In fact all the items that any cross dresser is dreaming about
but very few dare to obtain. And on top of the bed were all those magic
items that were about to change my looks!

Gosh, Chris must have spent a bomb on my behalf. Without thinking I
said to her, "Oh Chris, you are ever so generous, I can't believe that
you spent all that money for me, thank you very much!".

She looked at me in a kind but slightly reprimanding look, "Are you
forgetting your place again Millie? I am your employer now, remember?"

I looked at her blushing as usually and made a silly attempt to
curtsey, "Oh, I am so sorry Miss Christina, how silly of me to forget
my place, but the excitement is ever so big!"

"You are excused Millie and you better like all those items I bought
for you, it took me about two hours to do all that shopping and you are
right, I did spend quite a bit of money, but I would like to make the
transition to your new persona as real as possible."

She looked at me from top to bottom as I was standing awkwardly in the
middle of the room playing with the edge of my apron and said, "Now, I
am going to enjoy my gin and tonic in the living room. In the meantime
you sort out your new goodies and get dressed from the skin out, so to
speak, wearing all your new accoutrements.

It wasn't that easy to do everything correctly but I didn't dare to ask
Miss Christina's assistance. Finally I was back in my grey uniform,
keeping on my tight skirt underneath. I felt totally different inside
and my shape looked different too. The breast forms were of a unique
kind I've never seen before, they were attached to me like a bra, in
fact they were called 'strap on breast forms' and they felt totally
realistic with nipples looking quite natural!  The cache sex gave me a
completely flat front and finally I suddenly had a waist! The waist
cincher took a couple of inches from my waist and all of a sudden the
apron strings were emphasizing my much better waistline.

Gosh, it's so much more convincing and I felt so proper! A peculiar
feeling of excitement swept my body and my mind, I didn't know exactly
what it was but the feeling was not only the sexual excitement that I
was used too; it was something beyond that, an inner fulfilment, as if
I had discovered another part of my being. Actually I was running out
of words, I couldn't explain it, but whatever it was it felt simply
divine!

I hesitantly went back to the living room where Chris had buried her
face in the newspaper, sipping her gin and tonic. I slightly coughed to
attract her attention. She looked at me and instantly a huge smile
appeared at her sweet face.

"I knew it, I knew it!" she exclaimed. "I knew you would look good,
with a bit of effort. You are not yet ready to prance outside, but it
will take a much shorter time than I initially thought to send you out
for errands." She stopped and asked me to turn around, then she asked
me to walk up and down the room. I did so by taking short steps, trying
to keep my knees close to each other.

She whistled and said to me, "Wow! You started walking in a very
girlish way, I like that, you are a fast learner aren’t you Millie?”

I had to tell her I was wearing a tight skirt underneath my grey
poly/cotton cheap dress. She immediately asked me to approach and she
started fiddling with my clothes. She felt my breast forms, then my
crotch. “Well, well, what happened to your little tool Millie? And
those breasts, they feel so real”. She stopped and looked at me more
seriously now, “Tell me frankly now, how do you feel with your new
body?”

I looked at her and blushing I tried to explain how I felt. I tried to
describe the peculiar, but very real feeling of that side of my being
which I wasn’t aware was so strong, the side that was accepting all
those unusual changes so eagerly and naturally.

She listened to me very carefully and I could tell she was in deep
thought. It was obvious that she was feeling changes as well and she
was trying to work out solutions with her quick mind.

She asked me to serve her dinner, but she didn’t ask me to eat with
her. She simply said, “As long as you are Millie let’s keep things the
proper way. You will have your dinner at the kitchen as any maid would
and after you are done with the dishes, I’ll come and talk to you there
and probably you can offer me a cup of coffee in your domain.”

And once more I had the same thought. How cleverly Chris was using the
‘carrot and stick’ technique with me. She was kind and flirting but
firm and bossy at the same time and she was doing it with such a
surprising ease!

When she joined me in the kitchen about an hour later she was ready to
talk. We both sat around the kitchen table sipping a late cup of coffee
and in her usual manner she went directly to the point.

“I have been thinking about what you said to me before, about those
inner feelings of yours, plus I have eyes to see how well you adapted
to your new persona and station in life.  I think you are in the right
path here Millie, and the interesting thing is that I feel equally
adapting myself to my new role of employer and Mistress of this house.
Please feel free to interrupt me if you disagree with what I say or if
you want to add something? You must realise though that this more or
less is the final discussion we have, the discussion that will define
your future for the next year at least”.

She stopped to have a sip of her coffee and that gave me the chance to
ask my first question, “May I ask you Ma’am why?”

She looked at me slightly surprised and stopped my sentence in the
middle, “What did you call me just now?

I looked puzzled and said, “I’m sorry Miss, I forgot…”

She stopped me again, “You called me Ma’am before, I like that, I think
it is more proper than Miss or Miss Christina, which sounds a bit
juvenile to me, like addressing a young girl. And since we are
establishing rules now we might as well finalise that. Yes, ‘Ma’am’
will be fine if you address me and when you talk of me to other people
I am Miss Evans to you, not Miss Christina, which again sounds too
familiar. You may continue now with your question Millie”.

I looked at her with more respect. She was in her ‘stick’ mode,
something that made my stomach flicker again. “I was going to ask you
Miss…. sorry Ma’am, why you mentioned that my future is defined for a
year at least?”

“A good question Millie, I mentioned a year because I asked our
‘personnel department’ in the Office to draw me a one year Contract
between me as your employer and you as a domestic worker. I am bringing
copies tomorrow for you to read and sign, if you agree of course. And I
must repeat to you here once more Millie that nothing will happen
against your own will, I want everything to be legitimate and ‘by the
book’ somehow. Do you agree with that girl?”

Now it was my time to look a bit surprised. She called me ‘girl’ for
the first time. Miss Jennifer called me ‘girl’ before but never Chris.
She understood my look and said, “You must get used to that Millie,
depending on my mood I can call you ‘girl’ or simply ‘maid’ and just
skip your name. It’s quite common for servants to be called that way.
Now answer my question, do you agree to sign a Contract?”

I got the ‘stick’ again and I liked it. I was blushing when I said, “Of
course Ma’am I’ll sign the Contract after I read it of course, I want
to go ahead with that and I don’t want to back off now. But Ma’am, what
happens after a year?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking myself that Millie, after a year we will both
revise the situation we are in and how things will proceed after that.
Probably you will be so used by then to be a domestic that you would
like to continue to that path. In the other hand I don’t know how I
will feel towards you. I might feel that I want to continue being with
you in a different way or …”

She stopped and looked at me in a kinder and less official manner. “I
simply don’t know Millie how I would feel then. Let’s make a wish and
say that we will still feel positive towards each other, regardless
what our roles will be then. Is that a satisfactory answer for you?”

I felt very relieved when she said that last sentence since my biggest
worry at the moment was that I might lose Chris, as I was becoming more
and more docile and feminine.

She somehow read my mind because she continued in the same kind manner,
“You must understand Millie that I get quite an amount of pleasure
myself from the situation we both are in at the moment, I wouldn’t have
done it otherwise And I can add something else here to put your mind at
ease. During that year you are going to act as my maidservant we will
do nothing whatsoever to your looks that is not completely reversible.
No hormones or serious figure alterations or anything that could mark
your body permanently.”

I looked at her and a feeling of deep gratitude overtook me. She was so
perceptive and kind to me! I simply said practically in tears, “Thank
you Ma’am for your kindness and generosity to me, I solemnly promise
that I’ll be a very willing and obedient maidservant Ma’am!”

She smiled at me and said, “I am sure you will, but let’s call it a
night Millie, we both are tired and it is going to be a busy day
tomorrow, I have to be at the Court at 9.00 o’clock sharp. Good night
Millie.”

She left quickly and I stayed behind to lock up and check that
everything was in order.



CHAPTER 11

TRANSITION WEEK – FRIDAY AFTER

I answered the telephone the way I was instructed to.  Thank God I
could use a cordless phone that I was carrying around in my apron
pocket so I didn’t have to run to the front of the house where the
phone base was.

“Hello, this is Miss Evans’ residence, how can I help you?”

“Hi Millie, it is Miss Evans on the line. Remember what I told you the
other day, when you answer the phone you have to tell your name as
well, like ‘Hello, this is Miss Evans’ residence, Millie speaking, may
I help you?’ Is that clear Millie?”.

I felt very small when she was talking to me like that, but I rushed to
answer quickly, knowing that she was always edgy on the phone. “I am
terribly sorry Ma’am, I’ll try to remember next time Ma’am”.

“Good girl. Now listen to me Millie, I will not have dinner at home
tonight as I am going out with some friends after work. Just prepare
your own meal, and don’t forget your diet please. I won’t be very late
though, but feel free to go to bed if I am not there by eleven pm”

I felt very uneasy when I heard that. It was the first time that Chris
was going out ever since we established the new ‘house order’ and I
wasn’t happy about that. After all I still felt like her partner, even
as a maid. I said in a hesitant manner, “Are you going out with Miss
Jennifer Ma’am?”

She laughed in a kind manner though. “Now don’t make an issue out of it
Millie, it’s nothing special, just a group of office people, yes with
Jennifer as well, we go out for drinks and some fun, you know, what
people usually do at the end of a working week?” She stopped as if she
regretted her words and continued in a firmer tone, “And it’s not your
place girl to ask that sort of question, is it?”

It was a question for me to answer so I said in an even tone of voice,
“I am sorry Ma’am I guess I am not completely used to my new situation,
but have fan Ma’am and have a drink for me as well”. I thought I was a
bit impertinent here but she didn’t seem to mind that. She simply said,
“I will Millie, I will, bye for now.”

I looked at my watch, it was just past 4.00pm and I had just finished
all my chores for the day except for cooking of course. Now I didn’t
have to worry about that anymore, I would fix a tuna sandwich for me
and a cup of tea and that would be all for tonight. And then a feeling
of loneliness overtook me. And with that feeling all those
contradicting sentiments and thoughts of this past week came back to
me. Was I doing the right thing? Was I going to regret that decision of
mine later?

I went to my room, sat down at the edge of the bed and picked a
magazine to read. I instantly noticed the change in my attitude. A week
ago I would have gone to the living room, put the TV on or read my
paper, lounging in a sofa. Now somehow I felt this was inappropriate
even when I was alone in the house.

I couldn’t really read so I started thinking the events of the last few
days.

Tuesday evening Chris, as promised, arrived with an Employment Contract
of several pages for me to read and sign. She said she would like us to
sign the Contract within the next 24 hours. She was like that Chris.
Once she had something pending in her head, she had to finish it as
quickly as possible. And my Employment Contract was one of the ‘pending
matters’ in her busy agenda.

I read the Contract the same evening in my room, I asked some questions
next morning when I was serving breakfast. Chris clarified them fairly
quickly, made some minor handwritten corrections and we both signed it.
She handed me my copy and she put her copy in her business briefcase.

I felt a bit uneasy and she sensed it of course. She approached me in a
warm manner and hugged me telling me at the same time, “Now, Millie you
shouldn’t worry, you made the right decision, for the time being
anyway. I am your employer now and you are bound to me legally for one
year. I am going to be fair with you and keep my part of the agreement,
but of course you have to adapt to your new social status and follow to
the letter the obligations and rules of the Contract.” She left very
quickly after that, she was already late for work

I picked the Contract form my bedside table and had another look at it.
Basically it was a very standard document for a domestic employee. I
had to work 6 days a week. I could have time off in the middle of the
week, Wednesday or Thursday afternoon between 4pm and 9pm depending on
my obligations and my Employer’s demands and then during the weekend I
was off duty from 4.00pm Saturday afternoon until Monday morning. There
was a provision in the Contract that I could be assigned to work
outside the house for another person without extra payment, except for
my public transport fare.

I thought of Miss Jennifer when I read that provision.  Normally I
should start working two days a week in her house, starting next week,
as it was promised to her by my Employer. And then I remembered that
tomorrow Saturday I was supposed to go and clean her house like last
Saturday, but nothing was mentioned to me this week Well, I thought to
myself, I am a maid now, I better not ask, if they need me they will
tell me.

Looking back at the document in my hands, I read that my wages were
going to be the minimum for a junior maid, as agreed with the local
Union of domestic workers. And furthermore a copy of the present
document was going to be sending to the Union and the Income Tax
Authority. Everything done by the book and no easy escape from the
position I placed myself in ‘on my own will’ as Chris… ups, Miss Evans
kept telling me.

The only concession that my new Employer made, concerning my previous
‘Robin persona’, was that she agreed to my request to keep my computer
and my dedicated internet line. That was what I started calling ‘my
safety valve’ and my outlet to the outside world. It gave me somehow a
sense of false security. I could check my e-mail, visit my favourite
sites and even communicate with old clients of mine, if needed.

Of course during the past few days I managed to close all my
professional pending issues and I sent an e-mail to various recipients
that I was going to depart for a trip abroad and I would be probably
out of the country for about a year. This move in combination with the
signing of the Contract gave me a feeling of ominous finality.

I put the Contract back and looked at myself in the mirror across the
room. What I saw, made me think once more, ‘so be it Millie, you wanted
that change and you have to live with it now!’

It was past eleven o’clock when I went to bed, feeling a bit sad
because there was no sign of Chris. I was drifting off to sleep, when I
heard the front door of the house slam and Chris’ not very steady voice
calling me, “Millie, where are you Millie, are you in bed sleeping
already?  I am coming up baby; I want to talk to you!”

I was fully awake and sitting in bed when she burst in and started
walking towards me with unsteady drunk steps.

She collapsed next to me saying in an unsteady voice, “you are mine;
you are mine, Robin or Millie or whatever your name is. You belong to
me and I am going to sexually use you now!”

I was instantly aroused; Chris was about to ‘molest’ me and I loved it.
I felt bolder as well and I started acting in an exaggeratingly
feminine manner.

“Oh, Miss Christina! I am yours Miss, I do belong to you! Please,
please make love to me Miss!”

She responded in an intense way; obviously her drunkenness increased
dramatically her boldness. For the next ten minutes I was in the
seventh heaven, Chris had a ferocity I never witnessed before. And all
of a sudden she collapsed in my hands; she fell asleep, a happy smile
in her face.

I was lying, with eyes wide open, next to my Mistress. Any reservations
I had for the recent and most unusual changes in my life disappeared
tonight. I was convinced now that I wanted to be Millie, I wanted to be
her servant, I wanted to belong to her and devote my life to her. I
felt so strongly about that. I knew now I couldn’t back off. My fate
was sealed; the new phase in my life was just starting!

THE END

Wilson's Frustrations

By: A Happy Wife

Wilson heard them laughing. He suspected they were laughing at him and his
situation. From the very minute Shelia put him in chastity she had found a
reason to tell everyone she knew about his situation. She had found a
reason for every humiliation she had put him through since she had put the
dammed thing on him. He could still hear her humiliating sing song voice
"Oh it will be fun," "All locked up and nowhere to go." And on and on in
her mocking tone. He had bought into it even finding a device on the
internet and buying it with his own credit card. The humiliating first
fitting with her and her mother present. Wilson on the bed with his legs
secured over his head, legs spread, hands cuffed to the bed posts his ass
splayed open for view and comments and it got plenty of comments. It also
received a visit from the glass dildo he had bought to spice up their very
private love making. He had since found out that not much was private as
far as Shelia was concerned. And his genitals and ass hole were now
available to the public for Shelia's amusement.

Wilson was in another room doing his dusting and cleaning. Another thing
that was added when the chastity device went on. A more recent addition
was the short skirt and the as she called them "sensible pumps." It made
no sense to him he was a man for gosh sakes, men don't wear pumps! He of
course remembered her mocking reply to that "well you do." That was
followed by her "you are still a man?" Well of course he was still a man
and he was ready to kick some ass real soon. He looked at the pumps on his
feet and thought not really ass kicking shoes, but he had just about had
it with her and her friends and her mother.

Wilson heard the bell. Oh shit she wants me to come out there and her
friends want to see me and mock me he thought. He was telling himself he
would not play into her little game but he found himself checking his hair
and he touched up the lipstick she was now insisting he wear. He stepped
into the living room and saw four women in addition to his wife. She
watched as he moved into the room. He saw her smile and the little nod she
gave him. He gave the hated little curtsey he had been trained to do and
he heard the giggles and the quiet Oh my God. Sheila said Beth will you
serve the girls coffee? It was a question but he knew it was an order. He
gave another curtsey and said the required yes Mistress. He heard another
Oh my God and even more giggles. He would wait until these women went home
before he confronted her about this humiliating treatment of him. After
all he was her husband, he was the man around here.

He knew or had met all the women in the room and of course her mother sat
there grinning at him in all his humiliating glory. When he returned with
the coffee Shelia said "Beth, you remember the girls?" He mumbled a quiet
yes Mistress. Sheila said I have been telling them about you and the
device you wanted to buy. He did not want to buy the cursed thing she
talked him into it by reading all those exciting stories about how it
would spice up their sex life. He would wait to confront that issue. When
she said they all want to see it. And since you have decided to wear
skirts you can show it off to us all. He was livid about the he decided to
wear skirts comment. He never wanted to wear skirts! Her cutting mockery
of him with her decision that With the precious little penis all locked up
he was "not a man anymore". One of the women he knew as Marlene said "look
at those shoes" Then the others started they are perfect, a good height
for her, perfect for her work, feminine and pretty but practical, that
brought a round of giggles. Wilson was thinking he had better lift the
hated skirt or he would be drawn into a humiliating "shoe conversation"
with these idiot women. He set the tray down after he served them all
coffee and heard all the "how well she serves" comments. He stood in the
center of the room and lifted the hem of the short black skirt. Of course
the tops of the thigh high stockings and the garter belt came into view as
did the panties. The panties were well panties they were pink satin with
four small rows of lace at the crotch and lace at the leg openings and
waist. The presentation was greeted with giggles and a host of cutting
comments all seemingly centered around a lack of manliness and the "why
not chastity" questions. Shelia gave an impatient hand gesture signaling
down and he lowered the panties to his ankles. She gave him another
gesture and he dutifully stepped out of the embarrassing pink panties.
With his skirt raised, his garter belt and the chastity device fully on
display the humiliated husband was ordered to show each woman the hated
device and answer any questions they may have. The questions ranged from'
"Can you still get hard?" "You do eat pussy?" "Are you mostly a girl?"
"Why did you want this?" to "Do you like guys?" and "do you ever get to
cum?" Shelia instructed him to answer any and all questions and he was
forced to answer the embarrassing do you ever get to cum question.

Wilson had to explain a procedure called "milking" He explained to the
fascinated small group of grinning women how Shelia or her mother would
use a rubber exam glove and insert a couple of fingers up his anus and
massage his prostate gland and the stored up semen would drip out the end
of his captivated penis without his having an erection or feeling that he
had ejaculated. He was asked and had to answer that he did enjoy the
experience but it was nothing like a real ejaculation. And yes it was
humiliating and yes he did miss real sex and yes he always is in sexual
torment. Then the question he was dreading to hear came from one of them.
Can we see? Can they see? My God he thought what am I a freak for the
collective amusement of a room full of women. Then Shelia's mother said I
have some exam gloves in my purse. Beth fetch my hand bag and a semen cup.
Shelia explained to the group that "she is required to drink her spunk"
after her milking. "She loves it." "Don't you dear?" Wilson did not say
anything, he was too embarrassed to speak. With his skirt still held up he
"fetched" the purse and heard a women say she is used to carrying a purse,
she handles it like a pro. Still more giggles. He came back with the purse
and a small clear cup. Shelia said "clear the table Beth". Once the coffee
table was clear he was told to assume the position. The humiliated husband
assumed an all fours position with his legs spread. The women grouped
around, he heard the latex exam glove snapped on his mother in laws
finger, he felt the lube being applied to his ass and the gloved hand went
in. He held the cup at the end of the well covered penis and his mother in
law moved her fingers in and out in a sexual intercourse movement and the
girls all loved this. He felt his captive penis try to grow in the hated
device and of course the girls all noticed and loved this. "Well he seems
to enjoy it." was the comment de jour. Shelia's mom kept it up and gave a
running commentary as she worked her finger in and out. "Sissies all claim
to hate this but they really do love it." Wilson was too stressed out to
worry about what was said. He was perspiring and really wanted her to hit
the spot and allow the cuming. She knew exactly what she was doing and was
waiting until he began a backward push to get her fingers deeper. She was
going to make him assist in his own total humiliation. Wilson heard Sheila
say in her sing song voice " does the girl like her screwing?" "It's ok
Beth you can like sex too." "I bet you want something bigger." Then she
said Mom just hold it there I will be back with his toy. Shelia returned
with a huge black rubber dildo this drew oohs and ahaas from the girls.
She positioned it in front of his mouth and said that it needs to be wet.
Wilson took into his mouth like a whore sucking a big cock. When it was
wet Shelia placed it at his ass and her mother removed her fingers then
removed the dirty gloves and put them in Wilson's mouth for disposal after
his fucking. The dildo was worked slowly in and out Wilson was beyond
resistance now and was unashamedly assisting with his fucking and
humiliation. The spot was found and the semen began to flow and flow and
flow. Shelia held the dildo to his prostate and milked the poor humiliated
husband until he stopped erupting. Shelia said "position" and Wilson knelt
on his knees, removed the gloves and lifted the cup to his mouth and
following Shelia's nod drank the warm sticky fluid down to the applause of
the women who had watched his degradation. When the cup was empty and
Wilson had licked the inside he put the gloves back in his mouth and asked
Shelia for permission to clean up and put on his panties. Wilson left for
the bathroom with the gloves in his mouth and the dildo still up his ass.

It was a beaten Wilson that returned to the living room and retrieved the
pink satin panties from his mother in law and in front of a room full of
giggling women stepped into the humiliating little garment. He adjusted
the skirt and turned to Sheila with a cute but small curtsey. She said why
don't you just return to your cleaning? All he was able to say was yes
Mistress. Wilson smiled as he returned to his house work, he looked at his
smart little pumps and skirt in the hall mirror. Wilson felt good, he had
that just fucked feeling but he wanted more. Wilson planned to ask Shelia
if he could please be allowed to wear the butt plug for a while He was
hoping she would use his tongue for a while tonight. He decided that life
was not so bad after all. The confrontation could wait at least until the
afterglow was finished.

Velvet Boy

By: A Happy Wife

There now you look so cute.

You don't want to look cute? Everyone wants to look cute.

What do you mean you don't like the shorts? You said all the men would be
wearing shorts. Well yes they are velvet shorts, I know that silly. They
are not girls shorts, they are your shorts. Well I know they zip in the
back, but look how nice and flat the front is. Mummy tucked your boy stuff
all back and with your smooth shiny legs you look like a teen age girl. Oh
I know you are not a teen age girl. I do to know you are a big tough man.

Well yes of course they are girls shoes. It would be pretty hard to find
Mary Jane men's shoes now wouldn't it? Yes of course it would. You will
wear Mary Jane's, what else would you wear with black velvet shorts and a
white silk blouse. Just wait until we fit you up with the straw hat and
the satin ribbons. The other men will just adore you. Oh it's just an
expression and of course you want to be adored. I do know they tease you.
They are just jealous. You do not dress funny.

Oh silly mummy is not laughing at you she is just smiling. Well maybe
giggling a little. Well of course she knows that we have your little penie
locked up. She did tuck it in for you. She is my mother and she has every
right to see your little thing. Well silly it is small. What do you expect
her to say about it? Do you expect her to say God it is big? I didn't
think so. I have gotten over my disappointment with it. We have adjusted
and we have a happy marriage.

What! I cannot believe you said that! What do you mean people think you
are pussy whipped! You seemed to like that pussy pretty well when you were
kissing it this morning! You would rather what? Well you smart mouthed
little sissy. Do you really expect to put that little thing in there? Do
you want another spanking? I did not think so. Oh quit kissing my shoes!
If I want to spank you I will and kissing my shoes will not change
anything! Get your red Crayon and some sheets of paper you are going to
write lines while I make some calls. We will find out what the other men
will be wearing. You are  to write I worship at my Wife's pussy! Five
hundred times.

Oh mummy he is just upset about the velvet shorts, the silk blouse, the
Mary Jane shoes, the straw hat, the chastity device, the bra and panties,
the shaved body, his jewelry and of course the makeup. Well there are some
other things that bother him. He thinks the other men and their wives will
be mean to him. Oh they tease him but they are not really mean. Well
what's wrong with polishing the shoes of the men? I think it is a sweet
gesture. Well hand washing Betty's panties was a little over the top. But
what a good job he did, and he does do ours so helping our friends is only
being polite. But mummy he is getting so insistent about wanting sex. He
bothers me all the time. I keep telling him "oral sex is sex!" But he
wants to put that thing in me all the time. Oh it's because it's all the
men talk about, and he wants to do it. He has done it a few times you know
how small he is. How can that ever satisfy me? And the licking lessons
have really paid off he is very good at that. Yes Marcus will be here
today. No we haven't slept together yet, we may not. The boy is very
worried about it. He seems to think that if he could just, well you know
"screw" me I wouldn't be thinking about Marcus. Mummy maybe if I let him
out for just a stretch and he got to do his little sissy squirt he
wouldn't be so randy all the time. Do you let daddy out for a while? You
do don't you? You are smiling now and you are thinking about it. So mums
after the BBQ today are you going to go home and give daddy his treat? Oh
that is so delicious maybe I will let the velvet one out for a romp?

Oh there you are, are you through with your lines? I didn't hear you come
up, are you trying to be quiet? I usually hear your smart little shoes on
the floor. Oh you heard mummy and I talking did you? What's that dear? You
would like to be let out for a while? Well I will just bet you would. But
you do see boy that you have not been real good today. You have complained
about your outfit and your smart little shoes, you bitched about the
chastity device and you raised holy hell about the back door intruder. Yes
I know it hurts going in, but it makes you walk so much nicer. Well what
Bill said is true, you do walk like you have a stick up your ass. Oh mummy
is just smiling she is not laughing, ok she may be giggling. She is not
laughing at you she is laughing with you, of course you are not laughing.
But the plug stays in and you will thank me for it. Yes with a curtsy. Oh
the curtsy looks so cute with the shorts and see how he puts the shiny toe
of his shoe behind his leg, so dainty! Oh I can't imagine how that plug
must feel the way he squeals when I put it in you would think it was a
fire hydrant. Well he will just have to get used to it. You do know mums,
that Marcus has expressed an interest in the boys back side. He is very
tight back there and it would be uncomfortable for Marcus so the plug will
loosen him up should Marcus or another real man want to avail themselves
of his backside. I have heard some of the guys say that a tight sissy ass
is as good as pussy. Oh I know it's crude but that is the way some men
are. That is why the boy is being groomed to be, well more feminine. Yes
the boy is softer. Oh I did not mean that kind of soft you silly boy you.
But you are not really hard there are you? Oh it was too more than once.
No one ever complained? There was no one to complain. Oh you were to a
virgin. You wet your panties before you even got it out of your pants.
They weren't panties? Well they are now and they will stay panties. You
know mums that if the boy was being, well "screwed" in his back door maybe
he wouldn't be bothering me so much. What do you think Velvet one? You
don't think you would like that very much. Have you tried it? Well sex is
sex after all.

The guests will be here soon if you want some time out of that thing you
will have to show some enthusiasm for your situation around here and the
darling little outfits you wear. Well some little squeals of laughter,
some hand claps, some little jumps, a few compliments on what the women
are wearing, maybe the offer of a foot rub, yes even for the men. You will
be serving today and using the silver tray and wearing your darling little
tea apron would be a good idea. Oh don't frown like that remember to
smile. I do know that you are embarrassed and some people think you are a
sissy. What mom? He is a sissy? Well I can see why you would say that but
the little shorts make a statement don't they? What's that a sissy
statement? Oh mummy you are so funny. What's that boy? You don't think
it's funny? It is what it is and you will make the best of it. The guests
all deserve one of you cute little curtseys when you answer the door
everyone gets your little hug and your sweet air kisses. When you have
served snacks and drinks you can give us all a demonstration of you new
tap dancing skills. All you will have to do is change to your tap shoes,
they are almost like your Mary Jane's. Oh mummy he is the hit of the
ladies tap and ballet  class. They all love him, they even bought him the
most adorable tutu and he wears his toe shoes and the little camisole he
is just a trooper. They do not laugh at you, well they do giggle but it is
only because they love you. What's that you don't feel the love? Well they
do. Mums do you think doing some ballet in  addition to his tapping would
tire him too much? There it is settled you can do both tap and ballet for
our guests. Oh nonsense many men do ballet. Well they may not wear the
tutu and toe shoes but after all boy it is a ladies class. You should be
grateful for the discount I got for you. Here let me touch up your lip
color and blush before anyone arrives. I know you think that you don't
need lip color. But I have decide you do need it! Yes this is a brighter
red than we have been using. It really makes a statement doesn't it mom?
Yes sort of a "here comes velvet boy's lips" What mums? What do the men
think of the lip stick? Well if you had a big cock and saw that luscious
mouth what would you think? Oh silly we are not making fun of you, we are
having fun. You are not having fun? How can you not have fun? All pretty
with your red lips and smart little shoes and shorts.

Yes mom I do think Marcus has a big cock. Well I don't know for sure but I
have felt it when we danced. What do you think boy? You were certainly
looking at his crotch. Oh mother he was shameless! He couldn't take his
eyes off it. Marcus asked him to dance and they pressed together. Oh honey
she is not laughing she is smiling. Well maybe just giggling. After the
dance the velvet one here just couldn't stop looking. Of course Marcus
noticed. Men do notice when a girl looks. Oh silly I know you are not a
girl, even if you are wearing your smart shoes, velvet shorts, a silk
blouse and those lips. And Marcus knows you are all man just like him,
well maybe not just like him. What do I mean? Well can you imagine Marcus
wearing those little shorts and shoes? Can you imagine Marcus holding
still for the application of a lip color? I did not think so! What is so
funny mom? Oh trying to put lip stick on Marcus, Mom no real man would
allow a mere girl like me to do that! That color is so hot it should be
named "put it in my mouth big guy" Well the name "suck able" about says it
all. Yes boy that is the name. Oh your blushing, silly it is just a name,
enjoy it. Well most girls like to have the kind of mouth that men find
attractive. Oh I know you are not a girl! You know dear you are very
defensive about that? Are you worried about not being manly? About being
soft? about being small and quick? About the chastity device? Oh you think
the device is a problem? Well yes everyone does know. Why would I keep it
a secret? You are the one with the impotency problem, not me. Oh she is
not laughing. Well giggling maybe. Yes the other women do giggle at it and
the men too. But it is treatment for the impotency issue. Yes you are
impotent! And my feeling were too hurt. But we have adjusted and are
making the marriage work. What do you mean it's not working for you? Well
missy do you want to write another 500 lines? I did not think so. And stop
kissing my feet you are getting lipstick on my shoes. Yes you had better
clean it up. And freshen up those lips!

Well I have decided the device can come off later. You may need a stretch.
Oh your jumping around like a puppy! Now stop it! When? Oh gosh you are
impatient after the guests leave. No there will be no "screwing" You will
do some of your licking and if you are good I will rub you with my feet I
know you do like that. Yes mom he just goes crazy for that and he licks my
feet. It is heavenly mom. I am sure he would be glad to lick your feet
too. You would be happy to do that for mums wouldn't you velvet one? There
that is the kind of enthusiasm I want to see. A woman wants to have her
foot admired.

Oh there's the door now run fetch your apron and answer it with your
little curtsey.

A Hubbie's Life

By: A Happy Wife

He wore a pair of black velvet slacks, silver silk tee top and black one-
band slides that showed off his bright red toenails. The dainty tea apron
around his waist had started a mild revolt but she had silenced it with a
look at his crotch. A look that could mean only one thing, more time in
the device.

"I know you hate the apron, but the girls really don't like to see you
trying to look macho. And Mummy loves the apron, and you will be serving
today!" She said all this with a smile as she clipped on the silver
earrings and applied a touch of color to his lips.

She stepped behind him to freshen the feminine bow of his dainty apron.
She lifted the hem in front and placed her hand over his pubic area. She
looked at him smiling as she felt the feminine flat front he presented in
the tight women's pants he wore.

"Is it comfortable in there dear?" she asked. She of course knew it was
very uncomfortable. But she also knew what his response would be.

"Yes Mistress," was all he said.

"Good, and best of all we don't have to worry about those silly old
erections spoiling that nice feminine pant line, do we?" she asked.

Expecting and receiving a polite, "No Mistress," she smiled thinly and
said, "Best get to work now sissy." And he did.

He couldn't help but burn under the "silly erections" comment she had so
carefully hit him with. She knew how badly he wanted an erection, just to
feel it swell, just to heft it, to experience manhood. He missed sex of
course; he missed ejaculations of course but most of all he missed a good
hard on. He missed being a man. He didn't think he would mind being
feminized so much. He knew she would feminize him, at least to some
extent. She had even told him so when he proposed. He accepted that as a
small price to pay for the honor of being her husband. She had also told
him he would need to control his sex drive and the offending erections
caused by it. He knew she had a way to "solve the problem" and he had
agreed to it, not even knowing what it would really mean.

He had accepted the panties she gave him when they were still dating. He
had to agree to "not see anyone else" of course she still dated other men.
She had told him she would and she kept her word. He would wait for her
call before they went out, she would pick him up and drive him. He would
carry her purse for her and she would often allow him a good night kiss.
If they went to a club she would dance with the men there and share with
him the things they would say about him, referring to him as her boy or
her sissy. "They're just jealous of you," she would say.

He was fitted for the device by her gynecologist one month before the
wedding. It was a simple thing really, a tube for the penis, a piercing to
secure it, small gold chains to keep it all in place between his legs and
a flesh colored triangle that covered it all. The tube fit a detent in the
triangle. The triangle was called a cod piece his pubic hair was removed
and the tube and a piece of the plastic cod piece separated his testicles
giving him the look of having feminine genitalia and lovely a mature
labia. She and the doctor were quite proud, he felt very humiliated by the
whole thing. He was paraded by the whole nursing staff and they all
approved and said it was best for the life he would live with her.
Whatever in the hell that meant.

It took a week for the pain of the piecing to ease then the need to erect
began to show. He had trouble sleeping; nocturnal erections would cause
pain causing him to waken. With no way to "make it go away" he just had to
suffer. He would try to call her and tell her how much agony he was in but
she didn't answer and he was left with the cheery voice on her answering
machine. One night she came by with some friends and a date. She was
worried about him she said and wanted to "take a look at what he was
saving for her" She had him lie on the bed and assume the female exam
position. Her friends all found this amusing, she lifted his nightshirt
and slid off his panties, they all had a good look his restraint. One of
the girls wanted to touch it and she allowed that, he was never consulted,
even one of the men placed his hand on the plastic, he said to her "I can
feel the heat from here, she must be horny as hell. The use of the
feminine pronoun was ignored. She sat on the bed beside him and made him
remain in position. She chatted with her friends and idly fingered the
testicle skin that now resembled a labia. He was almost out of his mind
with desire and frustration by the time she got up and with out even a
good by left with her young laughing tony friends.

The wedding was an affair of her doing. She had his hair done by a gay
hairdresser friend of hers. She wanted it lightened a bit and the ends
tipped, it was styled in a pert feminine style that was in the words of
one of the bridesmaids "very swishy and so you". He wore a black silk
pantsuit styled like a tuxedo over a black garter belt and nude hose. She
had found a pink silk shell to use as a shirt. On his feet were black
patent flats with a thin cross strap. He wore diamond studs in silver
settings and a thin silver chain around his neck with a pretty pendant.

The pantsuit had no pockets so his personal things were placed in a small
black patent leather clutch bag. She wore a traditional white gown with
white high-heeled sandals. He was further humiliated by having a pink
garter placed just below his knee. She would lift his lose pant leg and
remove the delicate little garter and toss it to her giggling girlfriends.
Added to his growing shame was the fact that his now mother in-law was
wearing the same suit as him. Hers was pink with a black shell top; shoes
and bag were identical. He sat in silent humiliation with the bridesmaids
while his new bride danced with all the males in attendance. His new bride
had changed into comfortable jeans and loafers for the honeymoon getaway.
He still in his feminine pantsuit and mary jane shoes was hurried to her
waiting Jaguar Roadster. She got behind the wheel and turned to him, in
full view of all the cheering guests she tied a pink silk scarf over his
head and under his chin. Saying with a small smile, "I spent a fortune on
your hair, we don't want it mussed, now do we?" And she sped off with his
hair under a dainty scarf and her brunette tresses blowing in the breeze.

She removed the device that night. After being restrained for a month he
ejaculated before he even entered her. She was furious at him and laid him
on the bed straddling his head with her legs she road him to multiple
orgasms. When he was ready to perform once more she still kept the top
position and slid over him. Still unhappy with him she road his face or
pushed him between her legs for the duration of the night.

In the morning she reinstalled the device gave the plastic triangle a kiss
and said, "I am going to the pool, your suit in your suit case join me."

He saw her out the hotel window surrounded by several young men, she was
flirting and carrying on, he had better get out there quickly to protect
her from these guys. He wasn't happy with the swimsuit; it looked to him
like the bottom of a woman's bikini. It was royal blue with white flowers
on it, to add insult to injury there was a cute bow at the side. He put it
on with a white mesh tee over it. His toenails had been painted bright red
as a special treat for her and now he was stuck with them. He slipped on a
pair of white slides and headed for the pool hopping he wouldn't be
noticed. He might as well have hoped for rain. It was like walking a
gauntlet of giggles as he made his way to the pool. His wife insisted he
take a dip and made sure he protected his hair with a white bathing cap.
He was mortified and speechless as he pretended not to notice the looks
and smirks directed at him. His bride didn't seem to notice while she
carried on her flirtation with the males around her.

With the ordeal of the honeymoon over he planned to establish some order.
But it never seemed to happen. She was still going out and seeing men
although she denied it was serious. She said it was for business and
social necessity. His wardrobe became increasingly more feminine, there
was no way he could disguise or even pretend he was dressed as a man. The
women at work were noticing and commenting on his clothes.

She had started him wearing bras with the promise of "a little time out of
the device". She neglected to tell him the cups would be filled and he
would wear a bra full time. Now with a sealed up penis, B cup bra, women's
pants, tops and shoes he had become an object of ridicule. His boss had
reduced his position to one of the secretaries and assigned him to Beth
Stern. The first thing Beth did was to insist on his wearing skirts to
work. He refused and was promptly fired. His wife was furious at the
firing. "All because of a little dress code!" she screamed at him. The
next morning, wife at his side, all the secretaries assembled he stood in
his skirt and very smart dress pumps and apologized and begged for his job
back. Ms Stern no longer needed a secretary but the office girl position
was open if he cared to accept it. With head bowed cheeks aflame he
thanked Ms Stern for the second chance. His wife kissed him on the cheek
girl style and left him at his new duties.

With the donning of the first skirt the door was opened. He was flooded
with skirts, dresses, heels and all the things required for full feminine
dressing. He was working now in dresses and skirts full time. His
humiliation was constant, he would do anything and still the device was
not removed. His next doctor visit resulted in a rather unique trade off.
He was offered a perky C cup set of implants for a way to relieve the
sexual tension. He agreed.

He knelt on the bathroom floor and inserted the little plug into his
rectum. The slightest movement caused the three steel balls inside the
plug to hit each other. The vibrations moved through him like caresses he
walked back and forth feeling the vibes of pleasure build to the
inevitable climax. And he came, the semen dribbled from his penis into the
sanitary pad he wore but the erection he wanted so much was still denied.

The doorbell brought him back from his memories; he straightened his
apron, checked his lips and answered the bell. "Sissy how pretty you
look," his mother in-law said handing him her purse. She patted his crotch
and smiled, "That is so sweet, you are the best hubby."

The Purse

By: A Happy Wife

Jim began carrying a purse a few years ago. Actually it wasn't a purse;
it was just a day-timer then it became a man's bag eventually evolving
to a unisex bag. Jim had heard all the teasing from the guys at work.
He had heard his bag called a purse, listened to all the comments about
matching shoes and room for make up. Jim was a good sport and even
enjoyed the good-natured kidding; he bristled inside at some of the
meaner and nastier stuff. The bag was very practical and handy and for
a busy guy who had to have lots of things readily at hand it paid off.
Jim carried a wallet, his cell phone, check book, a PDA and some pens.
If Jim tried to cram all that into his pants pockets he would be
uncomfortable and lumpy. The bag had become a given with Jim and he
always had it with him.

Jim was dating Kathy; even Kathy had teased Jim about his purse and had
asked Jim to carry her lipstick from time to time if her bag was too
full or too small. Jim didn't mind and didn't seem to even notice the
looks he sometimes got from others when Kathy asked Jim for the
lipstick. Kathy did notice and liked the approving looks she got from
other women when her purse carrying man retrieved lipstick from his
purse and dutifully handed it to her and then returned it to his bag
when she was finished. Kathy thought the purse thing was just a little
bit over the top and certainly did nothing to reinforce the masculine
image of Jim. She liked Jim and accepted his not being overly
masculine. They hadn't slept together and she had no plans to even
though she could tell that Jim would jump at the chance.

Kathy and Jim double dated with a married couple once in a while.
Darlene and Milton were nice to go out with. Milton was somewhat shy
and quiet. Darlene was the boss in that relationship and Milton did not
seem to mind the subservient role. Jim had no idea how under the thumb
of Darlene Milton was nor how much Kathy admired Darlene for
assertiveness in the relationship. Kathy and Darlene had talked about
Jim and Darlene wanted to know how serious Kathy was about him. Kathy
had confessed to Darlene that she thought Jim was really cute, nice and
smart but was a bit of a wimp. Kathy was used to more macho guys and
Jim was just not like that. Darlene laughed and said you mean he is too
much like Milton? Kathy just nodded. Darlene said don't worry about
hurting my feelings I know Millie is a pantywaist, I like it that way,
and if you were to work it right you could have it all your way and
have Jim too. Kathy didn't know for sure what Darlene meant but wanted
to know more. Darlene said he already carries a purse let's start
there. Kathy said OK and would let Darlene lead.

Darlene, Milton and Kathy did a little gift shopping for Jim. Kathy was
surprised at Milton's appearance but didn't say anything. She just
looked him over and realized he was dressed in women's clothing. Millie
as Darlene called him wore his gold small hoop earrings, light
foundation, blush and pink tint lip-gloss. Millie had on brown
crocodile print patent leather loafers. Millie wore nude hose and back
zip tan wool slacks with a narrow belt that matched his shoes. Millie
had a silk blouse tucked into the slacks, a gold chain and pendent. He
had on a very feminine wedding and engagement ring set and gold ladies
watch. Kathy couldn't help but smile at the brown patent leather bag he
had tucked under his arm with its short shoulder strap. Millie looked
like a girl or a very sissy boy. Whatever it was cute and really showed
the world that Darlene was in charge and this sissy she had on her arm
would kiss her ass in public and thank her for the privilege. Is this
the plan Darlene has for Jim? Oh well I think I can dig it she thought.

Millie was about the same size as Jim and Kathy knew just about all
Jim's sizes. Millie was able to convert men's sizes into women's sizes
so getting things that fit was pretty easy. Kathy expressed alarm at
the femininity of some of the things they were getting for poor Jim.
Darlene told her not to worry With Millie and her there at the present
opening and subsequent trying on Jim would in effect be ambushed.
Darlene assured Kathy Jim was a sissy just waiting to be developed.

At Kathy's house Kathy just watched as Darlene pointed and Millie
dropped to his knees and removed Darlene's pumps and began to massage
her feet. When Millie was finished he turned to Kathy and offered to do
hers, she accepted his offer and she thought to herself, Jim will be
doing lots of this. Millie wrapped the presents for Jim. Jim was
getting some nice lingerie, a few more purses and matching shoes,
slacks and blouses along with moderate priced jewelry. Kathy was
worried about Jim's reaction to all these feminine gifts, Darlene
assured her it would be fine, Millie didn't say much Darlene suggested
that Kathy give Jim the hand-bags and matching shoes first saving the
red flats and cute red purse till Jim was ready. Darlene reasoned that
if Jim would accept the purse and shoes the blouses and pants would be
easy. With Millie and Darlene both there offering encouragement to Jim
and telling him how cute he would look he would be a pushover. Darlene
told Kathy in private that she might have to promise to sleep with Jim
to convince him to wear this stuff. Kathy laughed at this and said she
had already considered that.


The presents were for Jim's birthday and the small party was at Kathy's
home. Kathy could tell Millie was uncomfortable and embarrassed about
his costume. Kathy thought it was hilarious and made the poor boy do a
little runway show for her and Darlene. Millie was decked out in what
Darlene referred to as serving attire. It was somewhere between a six-
year old girls dress and a French maid's outfit. The dress was pink its
skirt was short stopping well above the knees the two full petticoats
made the already short skirt stand almost straight out from the
humiliated sissy's waist. The ruffled white panties were clearly
visible when the unfortunate sissy moved or bent forward. Millie wore
nude sheer to the waist pantyhose and white one strap Mary Jane shoes.
The dresses sleeves were short and puffed the sissy wore a frilly white
tea apron over this humiliating outfit. Millie was made up and on his
head was a lovely strawberry blonde wig. Millie was adorable and Kathy
gushed over how cute he was much to the poor sissy's humiliation.

Millie just hated this kind of embarrassment and dreaded the moment
that Jim saw him. It was little consolation to Millie that the girls
had the same plan for Jim soon. Millie would be out of sight when Jim
arrived Millie breathed a sigh of relief at that. Millie stood before
the two women and as told lifted his petties and dropped his panties.
Millie heard the sharp intake of breath as Kathy saw the modesty device
that Millie was forced to wear. Kathy started to giggle at the sight of
Millie's little penis all wrapped up in its pink sheath. Kathy knew
that no man enjoyed having two women laughing at his penis. Words like
darling and adorable were not words men liked to have used to describe
their penis. Kathy just couldn't help but use feminine sounding
adjectives to describe Millie's little penis. The sheath wrapped
tightly around poor Millie's' penis and reduced the diameter down to
about the size of a finger. The sheath had a single row of lace at the
base and a full double row at the head, the sheath obviously eliminated
any chance of an erection, which added to the sissy's humiliation.

Millie was shaved and the penis and the testicles appeared child like
and ever so small, almost girlish. Millie stood there and held his
skirt and petticoats up as the ladies heaped scorn and ridicule on his
symbols of masculinity. Kathy felt bad about Millie's' suffering but it
was just too funny and the power the women had over this silly sissy
was intoxicating to her and she wanted it. Kathy had never seen Jim's
penis and testicles and didn't know how they compared to Milton's but
Kathy thought that with that sheath on Jim's manhood could be reduced
to girlhood. Kathy had become hungry for this kind of power. She took
Millie's penis in her hand and could feel the heat coming from it and
she just knew the desire poor Millie felt and she also knew the
humiliation his forced impotence had on the little sissified man.
Darlene said to Kathy, got any ideas? Kathy just smiled and shook her
head yes.

Jim arrived right on time and greeted Kathy and Darlene he asked about
Milton and was told he would be along later. Millie was in a bedroom
sulking from his latest humiliation at the hands of the two women. He
sat on the bed his hands were drawn behind his back and held in place
with a pair of finger cuffs in his mouth was an over sized pacifier. He
had instruction to keep it in or suffer the consequences he didn't know
what they might be but didn't want to suffer them. He could hear the
party begin to start up and heard Kathy go and get some gifts for the
unsuspecting Jim. The first gift Jim opened was a black purse with a
short shoulder strap and a gold clasp. It had a holder for a cell phone
and a mirror inside. It was shiny black not patent but a very waxed
look. It was obviously a women's bag and Jim knew it. Kathy began
pointing out the advantages of this bag and Jim could see that she was
correct. He was worried about the feminine appearance of this purse. To
make matters worse the girls called the bag a purse and wanted to see
him carry it. Terms like so cute and very pretty were flying around.
Jim thought he could carry it when he was with Kathy.

The next gift was the matching shoes. Jim was somewhat taken aback by
them. These were girl's shoes! They were the same shiny black leather
as the purse. They had a thin hard sole with a covered heel about two
inches tall. The vamp was high and the shoes had an elastic gore for a
good fit. These things were pumps and Jim knew it. He looked at Kathy
and Darlene with disbelief. Kathy handed him a pair of knee high
stockings and said try them on! Both Kathy and Darlene stood before Jim
and it was clear to Jim that he had best try on the stupid shoes. He
untied his wing tips and slipped of his socks. Darlene showed Jim how
to put on the stockings and Jim slid on the little pumps. Kathy told
Jim with a smile that the shoes were pant shoes and he would look nice
in them. After all she reasoned Jim was secure enough in his manhood to
apply a little femininity if it worked. Kathy assured him it would
work. Jim was modeling the shoes and bag for the girls when Millie made
his or her appearance.

Jim was embarrassed to be seen in these women's shoes and the purse but
he could only imagine how embarrassed Milton must feel. Jim wondered
how Darlene had gotten Milton to ever agree to this. Milton gave each
woman a small curtsy and then looked down to avoid Jim's eyes. Instead
he saw the shiny toes of his white patent girl's shoes and his shaved
girly legs extending from the skirt of his juvenile dress. Embarrassed
by his own attire and sissy appearance Millie shifted his gaze to Jim's
shoes. Millie was further humiliated at his thoughts. Millie had looked
at Jim's shoes and thought how pretty his feet were and how stylish
Jim's feet looked in those cute pumps. Jim was having his own problems,
as he had become aware of how cute a girl Milton made and how attracted
Jim was to him. Not only was Jim attracted to Milton but Jim couldn't
help but wonder how he might look in an outfit like Milton was wearing
and how it must feel to stand there in front of these two women and
wear it.

The rest of the evening was a blur for Jim. He remembered receiving
many presents and being embarrassed about the femininity of them. Jim
remembered promising Kathy he would wear them. He had made a deal to
dress for her as she wished and she had made a deal to have sex with
him. He was so hungry for sex with Kathy that he would have promised
her his manhood, and he just about did. The sex that night was amazing.
Jim was on his back and Kathy slid her vagina up to his face and
settled over his mouth. Jim had never preformed oral sex in his life.
Kathy was not shy about letting him know her preferences. She batted
his head and slapped him to get him in position and get his tongue
speed where she wanted it. After she had over four orgasms she mounted
Jim and still in the superior position road him until he reached a
quick and draining climax. When she pulled off she remarked that he
certainly didn't have much staying power. She then said men with a
small penis often have that problem. She smiled and said it is a good
thing there is nothing quick or small about your tongue. Jim was given
one of her nighties to wear and she went to sleep. Jim wondered what
had happened he had a ladies clothing selection, been ridiculed about
penis size, how long his erection lasted, been ridden like a woman and
now had on a nightie. Jim remembered the subjugated little Millie and
couldn't help but think he would be taken down that road and he would
be wearing pretty shoes when he made the walk.

Jim stood naked on the small stool Kathy had provided; his penis was at
about eye level to the slightly bent over Millie. Darlene stood beside
Jim with a ruler in her hand. Jim had his hands on his hips and had
been told not to move them. Kathy sat in a comfortable chair and
watched the events before her with undisguised amusement. The women
were dressed for a warm Saturday in shorts, sandals and cool crisp
tops. They had on little makeup and their hair was loose and
comfortable. Both looked cute and athletic for a summer day. Millie
looked cute too and this fact was troubling to Jim. Millie was clad in
shorts, sandals and a cute top also his lightly made-up face looked
surprisingly pretty even with out a wig. Jim was bothered by his
attraction to this sissy. The attraction had not gone unnoticed by the
women and the teasing was unmerciful.

Millie was shaving Jim. The sissy had shaved Jim's body, legs, arms,
and pits and was now denuding Jim's crotch. Every few minutes Jim would
start to become erect and Darlene would smack the offending penis with
the ruler. Jim would say thank you after each swat and that would be
met with giggles from Kathy. Jim and Millie had been told that they
would from now on be assisting each other with their shaving needs.
They were told that each would responsible for the other, they would be
come very close and know each others cracks and crevices very well. In
addition to this indignity they would give each other manicures and
pedicures. Jim had already had a pedicure from Millie and his
embarrassingly red toenails were on display right now. Jim eyed the
little pink sheath with its tiny little lock lying on a table. Jim had
seen Millie's sheath and knew he was about to be put into one himself.
Jim knew that once locked in place any hope of an erection was gone.
Kathy would be the one controlling his penis. He would be in effect a
sissy gelding and would suffer all the humiliation that entailed.
Millie and Darlene guided Jim into the bathtub and Millie showered off
any shaving cream. Jim was bent forward and had his rear cheeks spread
by Millie and any stray hairs were taken care of. Millie carefully
looked over all Jim's private places and at least three more smacks
were required to keep Jim presentable. Kathy had told Jim that his
sexual performance was poor and a period of time in the sheath would
help. Besides she still had the use of that wonderful tongue, and she
said with a smile that if she just had to have a penis she thought she
could find one.

Kathy had the honor of putting the sheath on Jim. There was a ring his
testicles slipped through and the sheath wrapped around Jim's member.
There was lace at both ends and it laced up the top like a little
corset. A portion of the head stuck out beyond the lace. The little
lock prevented Jim from untying the whole thing. Jim knew he could cut
the thing off but dreaded the consequences if he did. The penis could
be drawn back and attached to a short chain on the testicle ring or a
leash could be attached so that his penis could lead Jim around. Jim
was allowed to dress. He was dressed in shorts like the others. His
were pink with white flowers on them. His sandals were white with a
high wedge heel and dainty straps. The top he wore was white and
sleeveless his bra straps were visible. Darlene helped him with makeup
and jewelry. When Jim saw himself in the mirror he looked at himself
and though there was no doubt he was a sissy. Jim picked up the white
purse and held it by the little handle. Darlene and Kathy stood back
and took it in. Kathy turned to Darlene and said I like my males to
carry a purse.

Marriage of Convenience 2

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Marriage of Convenience 1

By: Rikki

Married for love? The concept is universally accepted. But, love of
what? Each other? What if a marriage was for other reasons? Marriage of
convenience. Do the same rules apply. Donald and Sarah Blakely are an
upper middle class couple married two years. Donald is a crossdresser in
the home and Sarah is very, very supportive..................well in a
way, the tale begins on Don's birthday.

Don got home from work with a pleasant surprise as he walked in the
house.

"Hi Donald," Sarah said as she posed in the family room doorway. She was
wearing bold makeup and false eyelashes, and her nails were beautifully
polished red. She wore only black fishnet stockings and a black garter
belt with tiny bikini panties. Her black lace bra, revealed the fact she
had rings in her nipples. She strutted over to him looking him in the
eye all the way, with a devilish smile, tapping a ruler in her hand.

"Happy birthday sweetheart," she said giving him a deep kiss and rubbing
his crotch at the same time.

"You've been such a bad boy. I think mommy is going to have to dress you
up like a girl and give you a good hard birthday spanking," she smiled
as she said it.

"Pull your pants down sweetie," she said seductively watching him
unbuckle and push his pants down to his knees.

"Underwear too," she cooed kissing him again as he pulled them down.
Sarah touched his dick softly with her hand. She took the ruler and gave
his bare ass a quick pop.

"Smack!" She smiled as Don jumped a little.

"I'm going to tie you in a chair in the bedroom and put curlers in your
hair," she said licking his lips.

"Boy's don't wear curlers in their hair Donald, but you have too
tonight, because you've been a bad boy," she said sucking his earlobe.

"Smack!" Don jumped again.

"Then I'm going to paint your toenails with bright red nailpolish," she
kissed him again, her eyes closed rubbing her pelvis against his
hardening dick.

"You want me to paint your toenails? I'm sure all the guy's at the
office will be so jealous when they see your toes." She slowly opened
her eyes.

"SMACK!"....."SMACK!"....."SMACK!"......"SMACK!" She quickly hit him
four times really hard.

"OWWW!!".... he yelped coming out of the seduction. She smiled at his
reaction.

"Did that hurt sweetie? Oh mommy's sorry. Why don't you get your shower,
I have a huge surprise for you tonight." She gave a sexy smile.

Don could feel an erection growing already. He never knew exactly how
she was going to approach things, but it was always good. He showered
and shampooed his hair, wrapping his hair in a towel and walking out of
the bathroom completely naked.

"There he is," she smiled posing.

"Get over here and let's get some panties on to cover that stiff dick
till it's time," as she held out a pair of red panties for him to step
into. She then held up the matching red bra.

"I want you to put on a bra. You like wearing girls clothes don't you
big guy?" she taunted lovingly as she slid it on him and fastened it in
the back. She stood back and looked at him.

"You look so sexy in a bra Donald," she cooed in his ear. "Let's put a
nightie on you. Something swishy and sassy, like this," she held up his
birthday present. A beautiful red lace and satin nightie that fell to
mid thigh. She helped him with it and she stood back again to look at
him.

"A pair of black fishnets and your 5" red spike heels and you will be so
sexy babe."

He attached the garter belt and she slid the fishnets up his legs and
attached them to the garters. Then the heels. He stood up. Sarah looked
him over feeling his crotch.

"I can't wait to get you in that bed. You're such a stud Don. After I've
sucked that dick and we have sex, I'm going to paint your toenails and
fingernails a bright red to match mine. I'll do it while you're
sleeping," she said. "Sleeping in curlers that is."

"Let's get you in the chair so I can get you in rollers and paint that
face of yours up like the whore you really are," she gushed again.

Don sat in the chair and allowed Sarah to tie his wrist and ankles to
the chair. She then tied his forearms and knees making him more
immobile. A couple of belts around his waist and chest were added and
buckled behind the chair. Don was very excited now as Sarah always
begins the slow process to his orgasm by tying him in the chair.

She took the towel off his head and combed his hair out. She lifted a
strand and dipped her fingers in the gel and ran the strand through her
fingers before winding it down on a brush roller and pinning it securely
to his head. She twisted the roller good and tight so Don could feel
each roller as his head would fill up. She repeated the process over and
over as she talked seductively to him.

"You know Don, after I get your head all full of rollers, and your
makeup done, I may want to sit on the edge of the bed for awhile and
masturbate using my vibrator just looking at you all prettied up," she
smiled in the mirror to him. "Then again I may want to spank you. I
haven't decided."

"You like being all prettied up don't you? Wearing girly things?" She
looked at him again then wound another roller and pinned it.

"Wearing hair rollers in your hair. Oh Don, I think you may be turning
into a sissy. That's OK sweetheart. I'll put a scarf over your rollers
in public so they don't show. That way nobody will think you are a
sissy." He squinted this time as the tight pull on his hair above his
ear hurt a little. She saw him squint.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie. Are they not tight enough?" She took another
roller.

"My man likes his hair rolled really tight," she said rolling another
one in this time getting soft spoken "ouch" from Don.

"There you go. Better?" She giggled. She finished rolling his hair in
the gel, twisting each roller for maximum effect. She stood behind him
and looked at him in the mirror as she pressed her palms on the rollers.

"How does that feel? Tight enough?" She smiled as she brushed the
setting gel on the rollers for a firmer hold.

"Oh yes, That's a real tight set," she said rubbing both her hands over
the rollers vigorously and not one hair escaped the rollers..

She sat down facing him in his lap with her legs through the arms of the
chair.

"This is my favorite part sweetie. Painting your face. You want to look
like a whore for your birthday don't you? I know you do," she said
getting the pale pancake makeup out.

As she applied it to his face she said, "You know, you're very pretty
dressed like a girl, but your such a slut." She continued putting on his
makeup. She got to the false eyelashes.

"Nuh uh. You have to wear them. All whores wear false eyelashes. Look,
I'm wearing mine," she smiled and fluttered them. She finished the
lashes with heavy mascara and eyeliner then deep shades of eyeshadows.
She had Don's face transformed into a new person. She got out the
lipstick and kissed his lips.

"I just love you wearing lipstick Don. You are so sexy with red lips,"
she looked at what she was doing as she spoke. She applied the lipstick.

"Really, I wish you would wear lipstick all the time, even to work. Your
lips are so pouty, and sexy," she laughed.

"I just want to kiss them," she put her lips to his and very gently
touched his lips.

"Let me gloss them for that wet look," as she glossed his lips and sat
back and looked at her masterpiece.

"Do you like it honey?" she asked looking in the mirror with him.

"Yes," he gasped, as she was rubbing his crotch.

"I do too. You look like such a whore," she said getting off his lap.

"Oh yes," he said on a fetish high right now.

"Oh I'm so glad you feel that way," she sat on the end of the bed and
crossed her legs. She smiled at him.

"You're such a slut Don," she stared at him. "Who is Judy Wilson?"

Don's eyes looked confused at first. He looked at her and saw that she
was all serious now.

"Who is she Don?" she insisted.

"What Sarah. I mean she used to work for the company several years ago,
before I knew you," he looked at her.

"Was she at company party recently?" she asked and Don now felt an
uneasiness come over him. Sarah stood and walked over to the nightstand
and took a digital camera out of the drawer. She turned it on and held
it up and snapped a picture of Don.

"Sarah! Stop it. Wait a minute. What is wrong with you?" he began to
panic. He was tied in the chair.

"Nothing sweetheart. I just want to know who this Judy is," she said
taking a side picture.

"Stop that! Yes she came by a company party a few weeks ago." He
wondered how she knew about it.

"Were you alone in your office with her?" she asked snapping another
picture.

"Sarah!"

"Well?"

"Yes, she came in for a few minutes and we talked having not seen each
other in so long and......."

"Cut the crap Donald. Did you let her suck your dick?" He was floored.
He started to speak then she interrupted.

"Smile Don," she said holding the camera up.

"What? C'mon Sarah. No."

"I said smile. This one is for your mother. I may or may not show it to
her. If you don't smile I will call her and invite her over right now,
and I will leave," she said as she looked through the camera. Don slowly
smiled.

"Bigger," she insisted.

"Chin higher. I want your mom to have know doubt in her mind what she is
looking at here," she stare and smiled.

"Her son wearing makeup and hair rollers. I'm sure she will be very
proud of you Don."

Don lifted his head and gave a big authentic looking smile as the flash
went off.

"Now did she give you a blowjob Don?" she asked again.

"Things just got out of hand Sarah I.........."

"DID YOU GET A BLOWJOB FROM HER?" she snapped.

"Yes," he said softly.

"Did you cum in her mouth?"

"WHAT? Cindy......"

"Well.....did you?" she interrupted.

"Yeah, I did," he looked at her.

"And did she swallow?" she demanded.

"Yeah, She swallowed it," he looked away from her.

"You know that violates our marriage agreement. I just don't get it. I
do all this for you. Pretending I think you're sexy dressed in drag.
Cooing in your ear telling you how I want to suck your dick and have you
butt fuck me. I dress in all these fetish outfits for you You want for
nothing Don. This girl doesn't even know you wear dresses does she?" he
panicked now.

"Sarah, no she doesn't. Please let's talk about this some more. Untie me
so we can talk," he tried to reason with her.

"You can talk just fine tied in that chair," she said putting on a robe.

"It wasn't me that gave up all sexual activities in return for this
dressup life. You agreed that self masturbation would be the only sexual
release you would need. I am allowed to pursue sexual favors with anyone
I desire. Am I right? That was the agreement," she looked at him
seriously.

"You know I have a boyfriend. It's no secret. He knows I'm married and I
have kept your little dressing up secret private," she glared at him.

"Because I told you I would," she said as she walked over to the closet
and pulled out the portable hairdryer. She attached the hose and started
to work the elastic band of the bonnet around the curlers in Don's hair.

"Sarah, I'm not really in the mood for this right now," he said as she
put the dryer bonnet over his curlers. She cranked the dryer up on high
and walked back in front of him.

"This is not all about you Don," she gave a slight smile.

"I set your hair using my boyfriends semen I saved from his spent
condoms," she said and smiled at him.

"That's right Don. Your hair is fully set in rollers with a man's cum
for a setting lotion. How does it feel?" she gave sly laugh.

"What? Sarah, what will that do to my hair? Get that out of my hair," he
squirmed about. "Take the dryer off," he said trying to get his arms
free from the chair.

"No. I have no idea what it will do to your hair. And quite frankly
right now I don't give a damn. I do know that dryer is not coming off
your head till that hair is completely dry, and then maybe I'll take it
off and maybe I won't," she smiled again.

"Stop this Cindy, stop it now," he pleaded with her.

"Don I'm going to go and fix myself a drink while your hair is drying. I
will then tell you what you must do for me to stay in this relationship,
and what I will do if you are not willing to accept my terms. I will
leave of course. I can walk out with the settlement we agreed on in the
pre-nup right now you know," she walked to the door.

"Think about it," she left the room.

Don was at a loss. He didn't want to lose this woman as she was good.
She always seemed real and never contrived in her efforts. She treated
her relationship with him as a job, or livelihood that paid well and she
always performed flawlessly. She married him for the easy lifestyle and
financial security. In return she promised him he'd constantly be
seduced with his fetish desires, dressing up, and her constant teasing
of sexual adventures with him. This was dream situation, but he had
slipped. She didn't put up with any crap. This was the first time
anything had happened and she was willing to walk. It didn't seem that
bad at the time. Yes he got the blowjob. He had only masturbated
privately for the last two years. She had sex regularly with her other
men, yet he wasn't allowed any contact with another person. He'd never
even had sex with Sarah. She would come on strong and act as if she was
about to rock his world, but would leave it to him to finish alone. He
did agree to all this. He just didn't know how hard this would be at the
time.

She walked back in stirring a scotch with her finger. She studied him as
she sipped her drink.

"You will have to do a few things Donald that assure me this will never
happen again. I can think of a few things that will happen if you can't
honor our agreement," she walked around as she spoke looking off in
thought.

"I don't have to stay here you know. We married for love. Your love of
being dressed like a girl, and my desire for a financially stable
lifestyle, like the one I enjoy. I told you before we married I didn't
love you in a wifely way. And I honestly believe you were only attracted
to my toenails," she looked at him and posed teasingly.

"I guess you can say my participation in your dressing as a girl is my
job, and my boyfriends are my true love relationships," she grinned and
sipped her drink.

"But, I'm good at my job aren't I Donald? You'll never be able to
replace what I bring to your life." she turned away.

"Sarah. I'm sorry," he said.

She was right though. A beautiful woman who dressed in his favorite
fetishes herself, constantly pushing his feminine desires at him. She
never let up. She was unique and yes, she could never be replaced. Why
had he risked this perfect thing he had.

"What can I do to make things right?" he asked.

Sarah smiled and pulled out a roll of duct tape. She pulled a piece and
held it to his mouth. Don turned his head in reaction.

"Are we going to have a problem? I want you to listen and not talk. OK?"
she asked raising an eyebrow.

Don turned to face her and allowed her to put the tape over his mouth. A
second and third strip were added. With Don now completely muted, Sarah
sat on the end of the bed, crossed her legs and pulled her hair back.

"Donald this is what I'm going to do. Hear me out. It's a yes or no
proposal. First of all I need to feel secure in knowing this will never
happen again. So, I want some feminine aspects added to your everyday
wear. I think shaving your legs, underarms and pubic hair is a start,
but it is not enough. I think you should wear your toenails painted all
the time. I also want you to wear red or pink panties, and they must
have lace on them. Pretty panties, nothing generic."

"MMMPPFF!" Don grunted in frustration.

"Oh. I'm not done sweetheart. I want you to wear pantyhose under your
slacks four days a week," she looked at him.

"Yes, I said four days. One day a week you will wear a garter belt and
stockings under your slacks. I want them to be seamed stockings with
reinforced heels and toes." she smiled. "No exceptions."

Don became teary as he had to listen to all this, tied in the chair,
under the dryer.

"On those days you have to wear a suit, you will add a bra, and girdle
to your ensemble," she laughed a little as he shook his head.

"Oh, you can manage it. You will think twice before dropping your pants
for another woman in the future if you're dressed properly." she smiled
amused with her new requirements and the fear in his face. She stood and
walked about again.

"Well that should give me some feeling security as far as you playing
around again in the future." she turned and looked at him and said,
"But, what about what you have already done Don? You have to make it
right. I have to know you really want me in your life and you are
willing to show it by performing a penance that leaves no doubt in my
mind." she sat on the bed again. Don had sweat running down his cheeks
from the tension and the dryer.

"Here's what I want you to do," she said crossing her legs again.

"When your hair has dried tonight, I will release you from that chair. I
will pack as much of your feminine things as possible into two suitcases
while your hair is drying. When I release you, I want you to stand up,
take the suitcases and walk to the garage, dressed like you are now, put
the suitcases in the trunk of the car and leave."

"MMMPPPFFF!!!" Don was violently shaking his head.

"I don't care where you go." she laughed a little at his desperation.
"You'll figure it out I'm sure." she then resumed her requirements.

"You will leave this house for one week. My boyfriend will move in for
that week and sleep right here in this bed with me. Not to mention we
will have sex in this bed too." she was tormenting him a bit now.

"At the end of one week, you will show back up here and present yourself
to me dressed as a woman. You will be examined by me, for your effort,
and you had better be girly from the top of your hair to the tips of
your toenails." She smile at his reaction that now included tears.

"I don't care how you do it honey, that's up to you, but a week from
today I expect that front doorbell to ring and you be standing there
dressed head to toe as a girl," she held up her finger.

"There's more," she walked about now. "During the week I want you to
come up with three names of people we both know. These people you pick
will be told about your dressing and will be shown pictures of you
dressed up.," she smiled picking up a camera. "No not now. Your pictures
will be done special for that when you return next week."

Don was bewildered. He had gotten himself in a bad situation and could
see no way he could do these things she was asking. Especially giving
names of those that his secret was to be revealed to.

He hung his head even lower as she said, "Judy will not count as one of
the three. She is going to be told first, and sent a glamourous picture
of you," she said frmly.

"I'm also going to tell three other people about your little sissy
hobby. How you like prancing about the house in your little pretty
outfits," she mused. He didn't dress like a sissy though. He wore sexy
women's attire. To say he was a sissy wasn't true.

"You will never know who the three I tell are. I will ask them to keep
their knowledge from you. This way you will never know when you are in
the presence of someone who knows and has seen you dressed. You will
always wonder if the person you are talking to knows and is secretly
laughing inside." she bent over and cupped his chin and looked into his
madeup eyes. "A small price to pay to keep your wife after an
extramarital blowjob, wouldn't you agree?" she stood back and snapped
his picture.

"Of course you can say no to all this. I will accept no as an answer. I
will file for divorce, accept my settlement and move on. We can do that
tonight if you like. I'll call your mommy before I leave so she can come
over and let you out of your chair," she said like he was a baby. Sarah
showed Don a hairbrush.

"You know. A hairbrush is so versatile. The stiff bristles pulled
through your hair just makes it shine, I used to get spanked with one.
Very effective." She got on her knees in front of him pulling out his
penis. She gently pulled the bristles across the head of his penis
causing a violent jerk of his body in the chair, not to mention the
desperate muffled scream. She smiled and apologized.

"I'm sorry Donald. I'm just very disappointed in you that's all. I mean,
I was true to you," she said pulling the brush gently across the head of
his penis again, causing another desperate reaction. She stopped and
looked at his penis as she continued.

"I want you to think about what I've said. I am serious and I won't
negotiate any part. I also want you to know that I need to vent some of
my anger right now. I'm sure you understand this." She pulled the brush
across his knob again.

"It's nothing personal Donald, but it will help me feel better right now
I think," she said taking a firm grip on his penis as she began to
vigorously brush the edges of the head of his penis. Don flailed about
in the seat unable to stop the brushing as it continued. His muffled
screams were constant. As Sarah repositioned herself she was Don's
pleading, teary eyes, his head desperately back and forth in a "NO"
motion. Sarah smiled and said,

"Oh honey, I'm just getting started with your knob brushin," as she
started again.

Don fought an exhaustive battle never knowing when she was going to be
satisfied and stop brushing the head of his penis. She brushed the
edges, the the sides as she worked her way to the tip. She gave special
attention to the tip brushing it back and forth from different angles.
As suddenly as it began she stopped. Mark found the intensity of his
discomfort ended almost immediately as she stopped.

"There. I feel better somewhat better now," she said standing up and
leaving the room. "Your hair still has a while. I'm not sure how long it
takes cum to dry, but I'll check when I get your bags packed." she said
from the doorway. She went to get the suitcases from the closet.