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A Maid Man
by Patricia Violet
Chapter 1: The Arrival of the Delicate Miss Wilkons
Ashton was a struggling author, but he could never seem to stay
focused on a story long enough to finish it. So one summer after
many failed attempts to write his novel, he moved out of his
apartment in Manhattan to his family's small summer cottage out on
a small lake upstate. Out here he could focus on writing and
nothing else, or so he thought.
He called my residence looking for my grandmother, who had kept
house for his family up at the cottage for years. I told him that
she had passed away last winter, but that he need not worry because
I would gladly take her spot until he could find a suitable
replacement when I went back to college in the fall.
My name is Maria Bordeaux. The summer that Mr. Wilkons, Ashton,
Ashley, or whatever you would like to call him, stayed at the
cottage and I kept house for him. I was 21 years old. I was a
student at NYU majoring in English and thinking about law school.
I came from a poorer family, but I was smart enough to grab a lot
of the available scholarship and grant dollars. I was hoping that
Ashton would pay me big for cleaning for him. Well...let's just say
it sure paid off all right!
The day he arrived at the cottage I had already been there fixing
it up for him for a week. When he pulled up and I went out to help
him with his bags,I was wearing a small black French maid's getup
that showed off my deliciously long legs in their sheer black hose.
I figured a little sex appeal couldn't hurt my earnings. I ended up
doing a lot more than that!
Ashton got out of his car and couldn't help but look me up and down
for a whole two minutes before I finally broke the silence. I said,
"My name is Maria Bordeaux," and lifted my short skirt and
petticoat in a little curtsy. "Pleased to meet you."
"H-h-ello, I'm Ashton. Ashton Wilkons," he stuttered in response.
I asked if I could help him with his luggage. He refused and
hurried to haul all of his bags into the house at once, so I
wouldn't be able to help. He ended up dropping three of them. I
followed, picking each one up as he dropped them. By the time we
were in his bedroom, he was setting down the two bags he was
struggling with as I leisurely dropped the three I carried on the
bed.
He was a terribly pale and skinny man, but not entirely
unattractive. He had the soft features of a bookworm who didn't get
much sun. I always had a thing for the cuter dorks like him in high
school. Even though he was nearing thirty, I felt this same
attraction for him. So each day I continued to wear my sexy little
French maid outfits, and I am sure this kept him stiff as a board
every time our paths crossed in the little cottage. Soon I would
control every aspect of his life.
His face reddened when he saw me throw down the three big bags I
had handled with such ease. My body was tight and slender from
frequent workouts and lots of housework, and even though I was
short (5' 3"), I could tell that I carried more muscle mass on my
bones than this rag doll. Judging from the redness of his face, he
knew that too. "Uhh, thanks," he mumbled to me.
"Anytime, Miss Wilkons, ahem, Mr.Wilkons." I answered as I curtsied
again and grinned at him. "You can call me anytime you need
anything heavy carried or a tight jar or something opened," I
teased, and walked out of the room, leaving him to watch my tight
butt wiggle away in his embarrassment.
Chapter 2: Maria's Offer
Over the next few days, I got the idea that Ashton was avoiding me.
Every time I entered the room he was occupying to clean up or dust,
he would quickly ramble off some absurd excuse and hurry away. I
did manage to trap him in the parlor and embarrass him once more
during that first week, which was the only week of the summer that
I cooked and cleaned the house for him.
He was sitting in a recliner reading and listening to the radio by
the fire in his robe. I kept using the excuse that I was so behind
on housework and that's why I kept staying at the cottage late into
the evenings, but I was really just feeling him out before I set my
trap. I offered him a cold beer. He said sure and thanked me when
I brought it to him. I also grabbed one for myself, knowing he
didn't have the gall to question me about drinking while I was
working. He struggled to open it and failed. "Maria, I think these
aren't twist off caps. We need to get the opener."
"Nonsense,"I said as I opened mine easily. "Let me have a try at
yours, hun," I said, and grabbed it off him. I opened his with just
as much ease as mine, then gave it back to him. "There you go, you
must've loosened it up for me," I said as condescendingly as
possible, with a giggle and a wink.
"Thanks," was all he said, and his face reddened with shame once
again. He didn't know it, but the beers did need to be opened with
an opener, which I had concealed in my maid's apron pocket and was
using with a quick flick of the wrist, too quick for Ashton to
notice. I was thoroughly enjoying humiliating him, so I thought it
was about time to advance the plan a little further.
"How's the writing going, Miss Wilkons, cough, sorry. Mr. Wilkons,"
I asked, innocently enough though the grin never left my face.
"Umm, alright." He was terrified of me. This was good.
I walked around his chair, set my beer on the end table,and placed
my hands on his shoulders."What are you writing about? It's not a
romance is it? I just love those romances. All those lovely
descriptions of the throes of passion. Oohhh," I cooed to him.
He winced and dropped the newspaper he was reading as my hands
worked into his shoulder muscles. "Ahhh....no, it's actually a
story about a man who leaves his hometown to go to war." He gasped
it all out in stressed syllables, but seemed to gain confidence at
the mention of his work. Time to get the ball back...his balls.
"Oh," I said and quickly withdrew my hands from his body. "I don't
like nasty books about violence," I said disapprovingly. I picked
up one of his dainty, girly hands and spoke again. "And quite
frankly, I can't see a delicate and sensitive man like yourself
writing about such terrible things"
"Sorry," he said, "but that's what it's about and I'm really quite
proud of it."
"Oh really?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "If you're so proud of
it, I want to read it."
"Ahh, but it's not finished yet Maria, and I only have about ten
pages written so far...." He was trying to escape but I wouldn't
let him. After some more arguing, I broke him down, and he finally
got up and went to go get his manuscript.
When he returned, I was sitting in his chair. I patted my lap.
"Come sit here and read it to me." He did. It wasn't that bad, but
it didn't seem at all natural to me. I couldn't believe Ashton, who
had only read about war, was writing a soldier's account, and I
told him so. I suggested I go grab one of my trashy romance novels
(which actually had belonged to my grandmother -- I enjoy more
intellectual or philosophical literature), and I read it to him to
see if he'd rather write about that stuff.
He refused at first, but I pushed on with my expert powers of
persuasion. "But Mr. Wilkons," I whined, "I could sit here every
night on your lap and read to you like you just did to me and it
would be so nice and inspiring for you own romance stories, too."
He couldn't help himself. Like all men, his sex drive overrode all
reason. At least in that one aspect he was like a man. "I guess we
could try it out tonight Maria, and see how it goes." I pretended
to coo with glee and hugged him tight and then ran to grab one of
my grandma's books. Before going back to my little toy, I found a
place where there was a graphic sex scene being described and
marked it with a bookmark. When I got back, I lifted up my skirt
and petticoat so that my silk black panties were directly on top of
his body. I squirmed until the middle of my butt nestled over his
robed erection.
"We'll just start where I last left off. I'm sure you'll be able
catch up, okay?" I didn't wait for an answer and opened the book
and began reading of the "caressing" and "throbbing". As the book
got more and more intense I began to rock my hips and create
friction with my panties on the erection inside his robe, the whole
time bopping my head and pretending I was feeling the music on the
radio. He reached for the radio to turn it off, obviously close to
losing control over heat in his groin. I smacked his hand away
playfully and paused from my reading to tell him, "Oh no you don't.
I love this song." I resumed reading and rocking my hips as I
described the steamy sex scene in the book. Eventually, I felt
dampness against my panties. I shot up in pretend surprise. "Oh
my," I squealed. "I was right. You really DO enjoy these types of
books."
Ashton just sat there redder than ever. He stammered an attempt to
speak but eventually closed his mouth again without forming any
words.
I picked up again. "Well now we at least know what kind of book you
should be writing. I want to read more of it once you settle into
your natural style. Perhaps the soldier could fall in love with a
nurse after he is wounded in battle. Or...," I paused and smiled at
this next thought, "with one of his own platoon. Is that more your
taste, because you know, most men don't read these books. But then
again, most men aren't as delicate and soft as you are."
He sat there stunned and dazed. "Tell you what," I said. I was now
dictating his actions to him. He nodded at me, showing he
understood and he would do as suggested by me. "You look tired, so
get to bed and I'll clean myself up and then do the same. Tomorrow
night you can pick out a new romance for us to start together and
I'll read it to you every night. I'll start sleeping here too in
the other bedroom, so we can read later into the night. Of course
I'll be getting paid, because it's all to help you write that
novel." He nodded every time and muttered "yes's" and "of course's"
to everything. "Alright, everything's settled then."
I curtsied again and walked to the other bedroom. "G'night Miss
Wilkons." As I left him there alone in the parlor, I did not take
the time to correct myself this time.
Chapter 3: Hugo And Josie
So I read the trashy romance novel to him every night for the rest
of the week. Rocking my hips on his erections until he would cum
for me. Then, I would pull out a hankerchef and dab up his cum for
him.
On the fifth night, I took one more step in my plan to bring the
ever so soft Ashton to my mercy. "Ashton," I began innocently.
"Tonight could we act out the book instead of just reading it. I
used to touch myself while I read them, but now I'm too busy
helping you with your book to enjoy them that way."
He couldn't believe his ears. "Sure, Maria, whatever you want," he
said, unable to stop a goofy grin from spreading across his face.
I smiled at this. "Good, that's EXACTLY what I wanted to hear." I
opened up where we left off and started acting out the part of
Hugo, the sexy, masculine love interest.
He was actually man enough to protest at playing the part of the
book's young and naive heroine Josie, at first. How cute! "Maria,
wouldn't it make more sense if I acted Hugo's part and you were
Josie?" I just stared at him looking at him as if he had just said
something very ridiculous.
"Why would we do that?" I asked.
"Well, you know because....umm....I'm a man and you're a
woman......"
"Oh," I said as if suddenly enlightened. "We COULD do that, but you
know, mostly women buy romance novels. In fact you're the ONLY man
I know who enjoys them. It could help you get into the character so
you can accurately write about a woman's feelings. Or else your
readers will see right through you."
He still seemed wary of the idea, so I pushed on. "It's not like
there's anything wrong with being a woman, Ashton." I said this
gruffly and put my hands on my hips. "And besides, I think
personality-wise I'm a much better match for Hugo. An you're a
perfectly delicate Josie, don't you think?"
I waited for his response. And got it what I wanted. "Yes," he
mumbled.
"Yes, what?" I asked innocently as if I had suddenly lost the
thread of conversation.
Yes, you're right," he answered me, very red in the face.
"Right about what," I asked. This time letting him know I was being
coy and wanted to hear him humiliate himself. He was hopeless to
"act" out the sexual parts of the book with me, and folded.
"I would make a better Josie and you would make a better Hugo." He
hung his head in shame.
"That's a great idea!" I said. Before he could object further, I
went on with the acting. I had patiently waited for us to reach
this part of the book. It was the part where Josie finally got down
on her knees to satisfy Hugo. It was also filled with plenty of
ass-grabbing and copping of feels, all at naive little Josie's
expense.
I put Ashton through every torturous molestation and often made him
repeat Josie's lines until he said them in a soft, feminine drawl
that satisfied me and convinced me that he was "feeling the woman's
role adequately". I especially enjoyed it when I made him say the
line, "Hugo, I've never felt more like a real women then I do when
you touch me under my skirt," over and over again in his best
Southern belle imitation, while I stroked and teased his genitals.
Finally I uttered the line I had been waiting for, "Then, Josie
dropped out of Hugo's arms and to her knees. She undid his belt and
button and unzipped his fly with her teeth." I looked at Ashton
expectantly and with an arched eyebrow as I held him in my arms.
"Ahem, Josie."
He dropped to his knees. He reached under my skirt to pull down my
panties, but I smacked his hand aside playfully and reiterated,
"unzipped her fly with his teeth." Ashton took the waistband of my
black, French panties in his mouth and slowly pulled them down
around my thighs.
"Josie then took all nine inches of Hugo into her mouth. She
wrapped her luscious lips around his throbbing organ and ran her
tongue up and down his shaft and over his head, tasting the
beginning of his juices." I read on a few more moments as Ashton
probed his tongue into the moist folds of my cunt. He was cautious
at first, but soon was vigoriously slurping up every drop of my wet
pussy. I dropped the book and collapsed into the recliner. With my
thighs up on his shoulders and clamped around the sides of his
head, I trapped Ashton in my pussy. He licked and sucked at my
pussy and ran his tongue along my lips before pressing his tongue
to my clit. I orgasmed after a couple minutes and he continued to
run his tongue through the core of my womanhood. He kept at it and
soon my excitement increased once more, and I clamped my thighs
around him again. He continued sucking up every last drop of my
juices as he licked and probed my pussy to a second wonderful
orgasm.
That night I invited him to share my bed with me, once I'd cleaned
myself up. When I told him it was ok for him to come into my room,
I was already lying in the small twin-sized bed. He laid down next
to me in his boxers. I was wearing a see-through baby blue babydoll
with matching demi bra and thong panties. I made sure he got a good
look at my ass and nipples as I let him under the covers. He
complained that there wasn't enough room and suggested we move to
his bedroom where he had a larger bed. I told him he could go, but
that I was too tired and going to stay put. As an afterthought, I
suggested that if curled up at the foot of my bed, he may have more
room. Like the dog that he was, he complied and slept there.
Everything was running smoothly.
Chapter 4: The Education Of Miss Wilkons
I awoke him in the morning with a soft kick in the side. He stirred
and sat up. I slid out from beneath the covers, still clad in my
blue lingerie set, and sat down next to him at the foot of the bed.
"I know we're not role playing right now, but I sure could use your
services once more."
"What do you mean," Ashton asked me confusedly.
I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. "Oral
services, Ashton!"
He responded quickly and eagerly, practically jumping off the bed
and onto his knees in front of me. I lifted my nightie, slid my
thong down, and spread my legs invitingly. Ashton pushed his tongue
right in and started working my slick pussy. God, he must really
love eating me out, I thought to myself!
As Ashton serviced me, I began to talk in what seemed an idle
voice, but was actually the most crucial part of my plan for my
little toy. "I took the liberty of reading the new part of your
story that you wrote last night, I hope you don't mind. And while
I must admit there was a lot of improvement, and I'm glad that
you've taken my advice and made it a romance, I still don't think
you truly grasp the female character. It comes off forced, but
don't worry, I have the perfect solution for you. I know how to get
you to truly get inside the head of a woman."
Ashton leaned back for a second, his lips wet with my juices.
"How?"
"Listen," I said and grabbed a his hair and pushed him back down on
my wet cunt. I let out a moan as he resumed his work, and then went
on with my plot. "Well, I decided that we could switch places for
the remainder of the summer. You know, you could wait on me and
cook for me and do the housework....and oh, of course, to get the
total sense of womanhood, you'd dress the part."
At that he started to withdraw his tongue from me and protest, but
I had anticipated this and clamped my thighs around his head,
trapping him in my pussy. He had no choice but to keep working, and
soon brought me to another delicious orgasm.
We sat there still for a few moments and then finally he broke the
silence. "I'm not to sure about this....dressing like a woman and
everything."
"What aren't you sure about," I began. "We already agreed last
night that you'd make a better girl than I do, and hasn't your
writing gotten better and your summer been more fun since you
started taking my advice? If you're not sure, maybe what you really
mean is that you've been using me, and you should find a new maid!"
I said this with emotion and sold it a the end, complete with
alligator tears in my eyes.
"No! Using you!? Come on Maria, you know its not like that at all!
I take it back, we'll do it your way!"
"Promise?" I asked with pouty lips. "Whatever I say, you'll do?"
"...yeah, anything..." Hook, line, and sinker, he was mine!
"Ok, then," I said with a complete change in my mood. I stood up
and took Ashton by the hand. "Pick up that thong and follow me to
the bathroom."
I took off my remaining clothes when we got into the bathroom, and
stepped into the shower. I pulled Ashton in with me and turned on
the water. I grabbed off a bottle of hair remover from the shelf
and began to rub it liberally on Ashton's entire body. "This'll
make your skin soft and silky, just like a real woman's. And Miss
Wilkons wants to be as much like a real woman as she can possibly
be, right?" I looked up at him expectantly for an answer.
"Of course," he said helplessly. I giggled, and his face reddened
as he hung his head in shame. What shamed him even more, though,
was the rock-hard erection he got when I applied the cream to his
pubic area. I let the cream soak in for a few minutes then sprayed
him off. I had him wash his hair with my floral scented shampoo and
wash his body with my scented soap. When he was done, I ordered him
to do the same for me. Again I noticed his throbbing erection. Like
all real sissies, he enjoyed serving his Mistress. Now it was time
to get serious.
We got out of the shower and dried off with fluffy pink towels,
then I led him into my bedroom and opened up my top dresser drawer.
I removed a pair of frilly, French-cut, pink panties. "These are
yours now, angel," I said with a smile, and handed the undies to
him. "Put them on."
He did as he was told, and slid my pantied up his thighs until they
encased his cock, balls, and butt in a silk prison. I noticed his
member yet again swell to attention. I knew he was a true sissy
from day one. "Hehe, for all your protesting it sure looks like you
enjoy playing the role of a lady." His face turned the color of his
new panties. "Aww, it's ok Ashley, I understand. Come on over here
and ask me to finish dressing you up."
"Will you finish dressing me up as a girl, Maria?"
"Of course, darling." I hugged him tight against me, his erection
pressing against my naked pussy.
I took out a pair of plain, black panties for myself and slid them
on. Then I threw a black dressing gown over top and concentrated on
my newest girlfriend. "Let's get you in a garter. Take your panties
off, sis."
"But I just put them on, shouldn't I..." he trailed off.
I sighed to show my disapproval. "Look, you said you'd do as I say,
little lady. Now I don't have time for you to question everything
I say. So do it the first time."
"Yes, Maria," he complied, and slid the silkies off his body,
letting his hard cock stick straight out."
"Oh, and one more thing. Since we're switching places for now, that
makes me your boss. So you will address me as Mistress Maria from
now on. I shall call you whatever pleases me, and you will answer
to it. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, who?"
"Yes, Mistress Maria."
"Excellent," I said with a grin, and smacked Ashton playfully on
his ass. "Now, to get you dressed..."
I chose a nice white garter belt with lots of lace and helped him
correctly place it around his hips. Next, I found a pair of sheer
white stockings with lacy tops for his legs. I showed him how to
properly roll the nylons up into an "o" to ensure his stockings
didn't get runs in them. Then, he pulled his pink panties back up
his legs and snugly around his genitals for a second time. I wanted
him to quickly get used to the feeling of delicate silk on this
part of his body. I had him put on a white petticoat next, and then
a short, pastel pink maid's dress on top of it. The dress ended at
mid-thigh and frilled out from the short petticoat underneath it.
I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of pink pumps with modest
two-and-a-half inch heels. I had him slip these on his feet. As a
finishing touch I wrapped a lacy, frilly apron around him, tied it
in a big bow, and pinned a small maid's cap on his longish hair
after I brushed and straightened it out.
I sat him down at the vanity and did some make-up work on him. I
applied a layer of foundation, then added mascara, eye shadow, and
eyeliner. I then had him apply some blush and bright pink lipstick
to match his maid's dress and panties. The whole time I gave him
tips and instruction, explaining that he would be doing this all by
his sissy self starting tomorrow.
I led him over to the full-length mirror so he could see himself.
"Now, Miss Wilkons, do a spin for me." I took his hand and lifted
it up as he obediantly spun in a small circle, like a dancer. As he
spun, his skirts flew up and I could see the lacy tops of his
nylons. I ordered him to walk up and down in front of me in his new
heels. I would increase their length as he got better. "Dear, take
smaller steps and weave those hips more. Don't be a shy girl. Now,
let's practice your curtsy."
He looked so soft and feminine; I truly admired the work I had
done...
* * *
For the rest of the day, I took Ashton through the house, and we
did all the housework and laundry together. I showed him how to
properly handle our delicates, and kept making him promises to take
him for a manicure or out for a perm or lingerie shopping if was a
good little girl for me. He quickly and quite naturally lost all
sense of his male self and gushed at these promises.
Starting the next day, though, I sat around and relaxed, as I
ordered Aston, or Ashley as he was now constantly addressed, to do
my bidding. She fell quite naturally into her new role, and
continued to write her romance novel in the evenings. I also let
her lick my pussy every evening before bed. I never touched her,
and she was only permitted to touch herself if I pinned her ankles
back towards her shoulders so she could ejaculate directly into her
own mouth. Ashley enjoyed this, and I was forced to permit her such
a pleasure only once a week as a reward for extra good behavior.
Every once in awhile I'd take her out to town to do some clothes
shopping, or for manicures or pedicures. Once I took her out to do
some clothes shopping, boy, did that sissy go nuts! She ended up
spending over two hundred dollars on lingerie alone.
Epilogue: A Maid Man Forever
By the end of the summer, Ashley had written a beautiful, trashy,
romantic masterpice. At my command we published it under my name,
and with its success I received a five-book deal with the
publisher. I had Ashley sign over the deed to the summer cottage
and we moved in there full time. With my income set, I quit school
and did whatever I pleased all day. With the money from the
contract I added on to the cottage until it was a small mansion on
the lake. I continued to have fun with Ashley. She kept house all
day and wrote my next book in the evening, if I didn't require her
services.
With nothing to do, I often had dates over at the cottage. I'd
"suggest" we bring my maid into the fun. At my cue, Ashey would
strut out, now with quite a striking figure from her hormone
therapy, and join in the fun. Often we would do double team blow
jobs, or I'd have her suck his dick while I sat on his face. Once
my date had left, I'd sit on my sissy's face and let her clean up
both our juices. A couple times I even had my dates ram their cocks
up her ass. Afterwards, I'd have to pin her legs back and let her
cum into her mouth, sometimes twice in a row because she was so
damn excited. Then I'd shove a tampon up her ass to stop any
dripping. Since she seemed to enjoy this so much, for her
"anniversary" I bought her a nine-inch dildo, which got much use on
the nights I didn't require her for a threesome. Soon she also
started wearing a vibrating butt-plug, which I held the control to
as she went about her daily housework.
One night, about two years after her transformation, Ashley knelt
at my feet after slurping up my juices and Brad's (my current
man's) cum. Brad had also fucked Ashley's ass. Brad knew all about
Ashley and loved her. He stroked her to orgasm as he rammed her
from behind, and at my instruction, had her lick his fingers clean
afterwards. Ashley knelt in front of me, now, with the long, kinky,
night at it's end. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I just
wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me Mistress
Maria. I love you and the life you've given me." With that she
burst into tears.
I cradled her up into my lap and soothed her. "It's ok Princess, I
love you too. You're welcome to it all. Now come on, you've got to
stop crying, so you can cum in your mouth before we get you off to
bed....
THE END
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