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Bran Panties
By RH Music
"What a load of garbage."
"No, really, it's true!"
"Yeah, right. How stupid do you think I am? You're just
trying to mess with me."
"Well, let me prove it to you. How about your husband?"
"Hmmm... interesting."
"What should I do?"
"I tell you what. If you can make my husband want to wear a
bra and panties, then I'll believe you."
"No problem."
" ...would serve him right, too. That righteous
homophobe."
---
Saturday morning and Janet was still asleep. I sneaked
upstairs to my office and turned on my computer to browse
some porno that I had downloaded overnight. I like to
masturbate on Saturday mornings while viewing dirty
pictures from the Internet.
BRANPANTIES.EXE
What was this? An unexpected file appeared on my desktop.
'Bran Panties?' I muttered to myself, 'sounds
uncomfortable.' I double-clicked the executable.
I froze. The entire screen was taken over by
a weird, flickering pattern, which seemed to expand to fill
my entire field of vision.
the picture was replaced by a woman, lounging in
bed, wearing a bra and a pair of panties.
I couldn't move. I stared at the picture, drinking in the
image. She looked happy, she looked comfortable, she looked
relaxed, the bra and panties looked nice and comfortable
and lovely and fun to wear...
'Wait a second!' after about ten seconds, I snapped out of
it. 'It's just some ordinary picture that got downloaded.
Weird about those flickering patterns, though.' I reached
for the keyboard...
The flickering pattern returned. My hand
dropped to my side as I felt all thoughts drain from my
mind.
A second picture, another woman, this time standing
in front of the dishwasher, just wearing a bra and panties,
smiling, happy, a hand on her hip feeling the smooth
fabric, the straps over her shoulders feeling so snug and
comforting and like they had to be there and like I would
fall apart if they weren't and wouldn't I liked to be
clasped in an intimate hug like that and...
I shook my head to clear it. 'What the fuck?'
clingy panties, hugging hips, cut high, delightfully
creasing between my buns, bits of lace tickling my legs,
elastic gently hugging...
'Achhh! Damn!' I shuddered, trying desperately to turn
away.
silk fabric, rubbing nipples, caressing skin, sliding
gently over pert buns, cupping breasts...
hooks and eyes, elastic, hugging, restricting, binding my
chest, move to the next row of hooks, tighter, more
delicious, more wonderful, more incredible...
happy, warm, cared for, sexy, excited, horny, relaxed,
beautiful...
panties, bras, wearing...
bra and panties...
bra and panties...
bra and panties...
---
"You won't believe this!"
"Try me."
"I woke up this morning and there he was! Trying on my
underwear!"
"You don't say?"
"And he had this weird, blissful expression on his face."
"So, what you'd do?"
"Well, I forbid him to wear any of mine, that's for sure.
And then said that if he wanted some to wear, he
should go out and buy his own bras and panties!"
"And?"
"And he did! Raced out of the house like it was on fire and
came back with three bags full. He's worn nothing-but, all
day."
"Told you I could do it."
"Okay, I admit you were right. I'll never doubt you again.
But I bet you can't make him do this!"
---
Saturday morning again. My bra and panties were the best
change I had ever made to my life. I felt incredible! Just
putting on a pair in the morning made me feel complete,
loved, and tingly all over. And my wife was wonderfully
supportive, although somewhat amused by my new obsession.
Boy, did we have a lot of sex this week.
I turned on the computer, like I had every morning this
week to run BRANPANTIES.EXE again. 'It's becoming like an
addiction,' I thought to myself, maybe a bit worried.
It was gone! I looked all over and it was nowhere to be
found. A search of my hard drive returned no results.
BEAMAID.EXE
'Beam aid?' I double clicked it.
I sighed in pleasure, watching the
flickering patterns, feeling the stress drain from my body.
But wait! There was no picture of a woman in bra and
panties. This woman was fully dressed! And she was wearing
a ridiculous parody of a maid's outfit and holding a
feather duster. I looked at her for a few seconds, then
rolled my eyes and reached for the keyboard.
My hand halted in mid air, then gently
dropped to my side.
Another woman in a maid's outfit. Actually, she was kind of
sexy, and she looked perfectly happy to be wearing it. She
reached up to dust a high shelf and you could clearly see
her legs encased in stockings and garters.
'But still,' I blinked, 'where are my branpanties
pictures?'
'You know, the bodice of these dresses look awfully tight,'
I thought to myself, 'wonderfully so,' I added. This woman
was merely posing, lightly holding a feather duster in her
right hand. It looked like it should have been
uncomfortable, but the woman in the picture was more than
comfortable, she seemed to like wearing it.
Her left hand stroked down the bodice which tightly
clenched around her waist, pulling it in a couple of inches
like a demanding corset, encasing and restricting her
torso, hugging her body, tight, comforting, sexy...
'Didn't men used to wear corsets?' I wondered. SLAP! From
some deep reserve of strength, my hand had reached up and
slapped my face, shocking some sense into my brain. "Okay,
enough's enough!" I said, out-loud.
puffy short sleeves, just long enough to hide the shoulders
and add some flounce. Bright white lace stitched on the
edges, lightly grazing over bare arms as she moved, gently
reminding her of what she was wearing, reminding her that
she was a maid...
'Nooo...' I moaned, unable to look away.
stockings and heels, gossamer fabric caressing legs,
hugging legs, held up by elastic garters attached to the
corset, garters wrapped in frilly black lace, lace rubbing
against bare thighs, stockings delightfully stretched over
beautiful legs and pert toes, keeping them safe and warm
and smooth and silky and beautiful and...
high heels, black, classic, arching feet, beautiful legs,
curved and shapely legs, high heels enforcing good posture,
like a proper person should have good posture, pinched toes
subtly reminding a person to mind their place, pinched toes
saying that your feet are trapped, captured, can not get
away, must be a maid, don't need to get away, don't need to
worry about getting away, don't need to worry about
anything but wearing these clothes which remind you of your
place and your desire to maintain your place and the desire
to be a maid so that you don't have to make decisions...
velvet ribbon around neck, very tight but nice, small
apron, feather duster, white lace, small white cap pinned
on, hair put up, being happy, knowing my place, being sexy,
being proud of my position, comfortable, routine, sexy,
horny, satisfied, relaxed, warm, loved...
Maid's dress...
Sexy French maid's dress...
Sexy maid...
Dress...
---
"You fucked up!"
"What? What happened?"
"He's not cleaning the house at all! He's just prancing
around in a stupid French maid's outfit! He spent all day
Saturday looking for one, and finally found one at some
costume shop. And today two more arrived by FedEx!"
" I love it. He must look ridiculous."
"It's not funny! It was hard enough convincing him not to
go out of the house dressed like that. When I told him he
couldn't wear it at home, do you know what happened?"
"No, what?"
"He burst into tears! I thought he was going to have a
nervous breakdown, all the screaming and carrying on he was
doing."
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Fix it! Now! I want a maid who actually cleans up the
fucking place!"
---
'I love Saturdays,' I thought to myself. 'The start of a
whole week, just being who I am. A maid.'
A stray thought passed through my head, tickling at the
edge of my consciousness. Something was not right. My brow
furrowed and I tried to puzzle out what it was... I was not
a maid, I was a man, wasn't I? Why would I be a maid? What
purpose would it serve for a man to be a maid? Weren't men
like that just pansies who should be just rounded up and
sent to fairy prison or something?
My hand unconsciously stroked up and down my side. The
corset and bodice were very restricting, so I couldn't
breath very heavily, but somehow just recognizing that they
were there made me feel a bit happier and less confused.
As I expected, BEAMAID.EXE was gone.
DOCLEAN.EXE
Without thinking, I just automatically double clicked on
"Dr. Lean".
But wait! I thought, what's...
'Oh...' my mind blanked and all of those
nasty questions just faded away.
a close-up on hands. Graceful hands. Sexy hands. Hands with
bright red nail polish. Hands immersed in soapy water
scrubbing dishes with energy.
'Well, this is weird,' I thought to myself. 'Sure, the
fingernails are sexy, but all she's just doing the dishes.'
I reached for the mouse.
arms. Graceful arms. Thin arms. Industrious arms holding
clothes. Putting clothes into the clothes-washer. Sorting
clothes.
'Oh, please,' I thought. 'Where are my sexy pictures? I
thought I was going to get more porno...'
powerful vacuum cleaners. Sucking up dirt, getting all of
the dirt, even in the corners, the carpet now fresh,
smooth, clean, right.
'Okay, that's it. Never again will I use this computer.
This has just gotten too weird.'
scrubbing toilets. On hands and knees. Not minding the
smell. Liking the smell. Making things clean and spotless.
Taking care of things.
'But...'
scrubbing floors, making everything nice, safe, and clean.
Making a warm, comfortable, clean home. Everything clean
and in it's place.
all clothes washed all carpet vacuumed all
floors spotless, all dust gone all books and
shelves dusted all drapes and couches vacuumed
all trash cans empty...
everything clean, warm, safe, a safe haven, a warm and
comforting place, clean, in it's place...
controlled, predictable, neat, organized, clean, warm,
safe...
must clean...
a maid's purpose is to clean...
clean...
---
"You are a genius!"
"It worked?"
"Did it ever! Our place looks fantastic! Everything's
washed, everything's put away. Yesterday he organized all
of the CD's alphabetically and by category! Tomorrow he
says he's going to paint the kitchen! I love it!"
"And the maid's outfit?"
"He's still wearing it. Even outside. It's a good thing we
have a wooded lot."
" Excellent! Now maybe you can do something for
me."
"Sure! What do you want?"
"Well... I've always been jealous of your husband."
"Why?"
"Because he has such a beautiful wife."
"Oh..."
"Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow while your
husband paints the kitchen?"
---
I sat down at my computer on Saturday feeling more
satisfied and proud of myself than ever before. It had been
a struggle, but the house was finally starting to fall into
place. There was only that one time, when I was painting
the master-bath and the can of paint had accidentally
fallen onto the floor... I shuddered when I thought of it.
It had been past midnight, I was tired and obviously not
thinking straight.
Fortunately, Janet had come home just in time and had found
me sobbing on the floor, my nice clean bathroom now
completely ruined. Bless her, she helped clean up and
carefully suggested that I could stay home from work the
next day to retile the bathroom if I wanted to. It took two
days, but now the bathroom looks better than ever. She's so
smart! I just love being her maid!
Actually, it seems that she's been staying out late a lot
lately, at least this week for certain. What has she been
doing? I've been working so hard on cleaning up the place
that I haven't had the chance to ask her... working late, I
guess. But then, why would she come home first to shower
and change before going out again to work? I seemed to
remember asking her about it, but then she would just ask
me about the cleaning I was doing and I would beam and show
her everything that I had done.
Oh well. The place looks great. And there is still so much
more that I can do! It's just going to be fantastic when
everything is just perfect.
MAKEUP.EXE
'Damn,' I muttered, distracted, 'I have a run in my
stockings. Now, how did I do that? I better go fix it.
Hmmm... what's MAKEUP.EXE? What do I need to make up?' I
wondered, double-clicking the icon. Suddenly I panicked.
'It couldn't be, could it? No! Stop! NOT MAKEUP! I REFUSE!"
I froze, my brain completely captivated by
the flashing patterns on the screen.
The first picture was a close-up of full, red lips.
Gorgeous lips. Deep red. Wet, inviting, sexy, voluptuous,
pouty, full. Red lipstick, being thickly applied with
graceful fingers. Lipstick pressing down on the sensitive
lips, stroking them, painting them deep red, making them
beautiful, desirable, womanly, kiss-able.
'No...' I moaned, 'please, don't force me to wear makeup.'
Summoning my last reserve of free will, I lurched towards
the computer.
Too late.
skin, deep cleaning, washing, moisturizing, pampering,
clean and proper skin, not oily, smells wonderful, looking
fresh and wholesome...
'Please...' I moaned, all but giving up hope.
shaving legs, razor gliding up each leg removing ugly
hairs, razor strokes gently stroking away cares and
worries, concentrating on just shaving legs, making them
look smooth, elegant, creamy, silky, make them look
wonderful, sensitive, exposed, open and available for the
caress of fabrics, sheer stockings, gentle lace...
shaving underarms, removing hair, removing smelly hair,
making it clean, smooth, razor stroking under arms, gently
stroking away all hair, a blessing to be clean there, to
make it smell nice, to make me smell nice...
shaving entire body, exposing entire body to fabric and
caressing, stroking entire body, making entire body clean
and unsoiled by hair, shaving twice a day, shaving
everything clean...
smooth skin, hiding blemishes, making everything look
perfect, clear, innocent, powder to hide the shine, the
smell of makeup covering my face, powder drifting around
me, covering my perfect, beautiful, luscious skin...
eyebrows carefully plucked into arches, arches looking so
much cleaner and neater than bushy brows, how could I have
gone so long with such ugly massively bushy eyebrows? must
make them neat and arched to highlight my beautiful eyes,
must remove all but just a small line of arch to make them
as neat as possible
beautiful eyes, carefully highlighted, eyeshadow, eyeliner,
multiple colors, shiny colors, beautiful, expressive,
caring eyes, eyes which captivate, eyes which show emotion,
eyes which express deep feelings, feelings which change,
eyes which must be put on show, to bring out the deep
feelings which I feel, to show the world my feelings and
how beautiful and expressive my eyes are...
hair cut, shoulder length, smart, out of the way, perfect
for a maid, makes head appear more round, very feminine,
hair flowing around head, auburn with red highlights, a red
head, good for a maid, seen but not heard, hair to float
around shoulders and neck, gently expressing how feminine a
maid this is, how feminine a haircut this is...
earrings, dangling, pierced ears, holes in earlobes,
inserting the earring, dangles lightly brushing over
shoulders, dangles lightly swinging as I move, lightly
brushing against neck, reminding me of how feminine I am,
how feminine a maid must be, how feminine a maid must be
who cleans and manages the household, how it is proper to
be feminine, proper to be a maid, wonderful to know one's
place as a maid...
perfume...
rouge...
fingernails, toenails...
---
"My mom stopped by yesterday."
"Yes?"
"She didn't recognize him!"
"Are you kidding?"
"No! Actually, I might even say that he's been able to make
himself quite beautiful. My mother never knew. I told her
that this was a new maid service that I was trying out."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing, I think he was too embarrassed to speak. But that
doesn't stop him from spending two hours every morning and
another two every afternoon fixing his makeup and making
himself beautiful again. He's completely forgotten about
work. He just spends all day primping and cleaning."
"Is he still running my program?"
"Yes, every day, religiously. He has to. But that's what I
wanted to talk to you about."
"What's that?"
"His boss called. He's going to lose his job. I mean, sure,
I work, and I think I'll be getting a raise soon, but it's
going to be hard to make ends meet. You need to change him
back."
"I love you."
"What???"
"I said, I love you."
"Oh... Oh... I think I'm starting to love you to.
These last two weeks have been the most incredible two
weeks of my life. I've never felt like this... never."
"Well then, that's actually why I called."
---
'My job. My wife. My wood shop. These things were... are!
important to me!'
Saturday morning. I was sitting exactly where I knew I
should be sitting, at the computer again. Staring at the
new program on the screen.
'I do look beautiful,' I thought to myself, with
satisfaction. I had got up especially early this morning so
I could make myself look just right. My new maid's outfit
was clutched tight around my body, squeezing me into an
hourglass shape. Of course, I hadn't eaten much in the last
few weeks, and that helped a lot.
My makeup was perfect. Thin, arched eyebrows, beautiful,
expressive eyes, pouty, full lips, smooth skin, and bright
red nails. The fragrances of perfume and powder swirled
around my head. I realized now how unsatisfied I had been
dressed as a maid, but still looking so obviously like a
man. I felt so much more in my proper place now.
'Where is my wife going every evening?' I wondered. She no
longer even bothered to say that it was for work. But she
was being so nice otherwise, always complimenting me on the
work that I'd done, saying how beautiful I looked, giving
me tips on making myself more beautiful, taking me to buy a
new wig.
'But she's my wife! I know she's sleeping around! With
who?' I banged my hands with frustrating on the table. 'I
love her,' I moaned, 'I need her... I need to clean for her
and take care of her household and...' I stopped. Something
was wrong with this line of reasoning. Wasn't I supposed to
work? Didn't we need the money from my job to pay the
mortgage? We'd lose our house! We'd be thrown out on the
street!
Tears started to flow down my cheeks as I banged my hands
on the desk and stamped my high-heels in frustration.
'I need to break this addiction!' I cried, 'I can't keep
doing this! We'll be ruined!'
But all the while, I couldn't take my eyes off the new
program.
NEWJOB.EXE
I reached out and double-clicked the program.
It felt like the program was actually
entering my mind this time, taking over, telling me to
relax, relax, don't worry, and obey. I stared at the
flickering patterns for a very long time.
'Hey!' I exclaimed, 'this is just regular porno!' I looked
at the image on the screen. A beautiful woman was on her
knees, looking at the camera, and holding on to a naked
man's penis. It was a close-up, you could only see her head
and her fingers wrapped around his cock.
'Thank God it's over,' I was incredibly relieved. My
computer was now just showing regular pornography and now I
could get on with my real life. 'I think this obsession has
gone on long enough,' I stated, with conviction.
'But wait...' I muttered, my mind focussing
on the flashing patterns again.
same woman, same man. This time her lips were kissing the
head of the penis while she looked up.
I began to get a funny feeling about these new pictures.
'Ohhhh...' Now what had I just been
thinking?
she was now sucking on the man's hard penis. His hand had
drifted down and was gently guiding her head, stroking her
hair.
'She sure does look like she's enjoying herself,' I thought
to myself. I felt a stirring under my skirts. My own penis
was becoming hard and straining against my black silk
panties.
'Ahhh!!' My body convulsed as if it had been actually
shocked. The new picture was a wide-angle shot.
The woman in the picture was wearing a French maid's
uniform.
My heart was beating a mile a minute as I struggled to tear
my eyes from the picture.
The flickering patterns entered my brain and
forced me to calm down. Calm. Accept. Obey. Do. Be.
a medium-angle shot. I stared closely at the picture, my
eyes following every contour of the woman's mouth, her lips
wrapped around his penis, her hand gently massaging his
balls, her nose being tickled by his pubic hairs.
Her eyes closed, concentrating, ecstatic, horny, sexy,
wanting...
another woman dressed as a maid, on her knees, this time
the man dressed. She reached out her hands to gently stroke
his hard penis trapped inside his pants, running a
fingernail down it's length, making it hard, making him
hard, making him horny...
A thought came into my head, 'My new job? No! I can't... I
couldn't..."
My voice trailed off.
'Join me!' her expression said, as she kneeled in front of
the master of the house, her ruffled skirts spread around
her knees, her beautifully made-up face just inches away
from the master's naked penis.
'Don't you want to be like me?' she said
'A maid should be beautiful,' her expression said. She knew
she was beautiful.
'I'm beautiful...' I mumbled.
Why was my penis still hard?
'A maid's place is in the home, taking care of her master,'
her mouth slid down across the master's hard penis. Her
master's aching penis. A penis which needed to be loved and
pampered and taken care of so the master could concentrate
on earning money for the household.
'Earning money...' I muttered, 'don't I need to earn
money?'
The master's briefcase was on the coffee table this time,
open and filled with important-looking documents. It was
his job to earn the money.
'And it's my job to make him feel good,' the woman in the
picture smiled at me, as she reached over and stroked his
penis through his pants, while his hand gently cupped her
bosom, gently encouraging her.
'Join me!' She was happy, content, loving, caring, without
a care in the world she knew her place and what was her
job: clean, look beautiful, and take care of the master.
'Join me!' she said.
'Be like me!'
'You'll love having his hard cock in your mouth!' I heard
her say, in my mind. 'You'll love sucking it and holding it
there and tasting his sperm and swallowing it and nuzzling
his crotch and licking his balls and making him feel good
so he can take care of you.'
'Take care of him, and he'll take care of you.'
'Obey him!'
'Love his penis!'
'Love him!'
---
"We're coming over."
"Is everything okay?"
"He's acting really jittery. He refuses to take his maid's
costume off."
"No problem. Just come over, right away."
Epilogue
It's been four years, and I've pretty much recovered from
the brain tampering. For the longest time I wasn't sure
exactly who I was and how or why I had those feelings. Of
course, it had to have been my best friend since elementary
school, Brian. He was always jealous of my good looks and
ability to attract women.
What made it worse was that he had known Janet first,
before she became my wife. One day she confided in me that
she was wondering if Brian was gay, because he never put
any moves on her, never tried to seduce her. That's when I
figured, hell, if he wasn't going to take advantage, then I
might as well.
Fortunately, Brian and I are still best friends, even
though I am still much more attractive than he is.
And it's a good thing that we've maintained our friendship.
After all, when your best friend is also your master, well,
things just go much better. And when you love your mistress
as well, well then, life just couldn't be better.
Brian's house is plenty big enough for all of us, and I
keep it absolutely spic and span and in tip-top shape. It's
my job, after all, and I love my job like I love my master
and I love my mistress.
We had only been together for a few months when Janet, in
tears, had admitted her love for Brian and further had
admitted what they had done to me. It had started out as a
dare, apparently, and then quickly grew into something much
more serious.
After I heard the news, I packed up my things and got out
of there, and stayed in a hotel downtown for almost two
months. Janet and Brian were frantic, searching all over
for me. But I never left the room, I just watched TV, ate
ice cream, and cried.
But in the end, it was no use. I hated my old clothes, I
hated the stupid hotel room which was too small to really
clean, and sorely missed Janet and Brian.
So I went home. I appeared at their door, sobbing, hoping
against all hope that they would accept me back into their
household, wanting nothing more than to assume my proper
place in the world, wanting nothing more than a master and
a mistress and a large household to take care of.
We all had a good cry that day.
And now my life is so busy and so full! Every day is a new
project to maintain or improve the house. Plus, there's
laundry to do, and cooking...
Oh, that's right. I used to hate cooking. But I asked Brian
to make me a new program... and now I love to cook! And I'm
really good at it. Brian and Janet are always having
parties and I get lots and lots of complements.
... and of course, I take care of the master and mistress
as often as possible. They are soooo needy, and I just love
nothing more than to sink down to my knees and nuzzle into
their laps and uncover his hard penis or her wet vagina and
just lick, suck, and swallow all of their cares away.
And Janet is pregnant! So I guess I'll have child care to
add to my list of chores every day. But how will I have the
time? Brian says that I have to keep looking beautiful and
sexy every day, so maybe I'll just have to slow down on the
home improvement projects.
And for my birthday, Brian just gave me a new program to
run! Gosh, he is just the best. Guess what it's called?
"ANAL.EXE"
I think I'll go run it right now!
Vicky
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