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An explanation about the style of this story I would like to take this opportunity to explain the style of my new story. As about half the story is told in flashback it could have become confusing for the reader to remember which is present and which is the flashback. When I originally typed this story I placed the flashback parts in italics to differentiate between the two. Unfortunately it would not have been possible for the italics to display on the fictionmania site; to compensate for this I have had to insert sub-headings to make this clearer. This is a tale about a young wannabe tranny that gets an offer to live out his fantasy that sounds too good to be true! It begins at the pivotal point where his/her life changes forever and reads forward from there. The flashback scenes tell of the four weeks leading up to this date. I hope this helps to explain just where I am coming from with this story and doesn't affect your reading pleasure. I look forward to your feedback and welcome all comments. Here are the first five chapters, there are twenty in total. CHAPTER 1 THE MORNING AFTER MY WEDDING DAY I awoke in his large, hairy, masculine arms. I had been sleeping on my side, and he was lying on his side behind me. He had pulled me up against him, so tight I could feel his cock between my bum-cheeks, pushing and stretching the flimsy material of my panties, He was obviously awake too, as his cock was already fully hard, I pretended I was still asleep. My head was a little groggy, a minor hang-over from the party the night before. My wedding reception! His arm slid purposely down my body, stroking the roundness of my hip. I felt his huge, rough hand slip under my little nighty, over my thigh, gently tugging the straps of my garter-belt, felt him as he put his fingers down my stocking tops, to rub my smoothness. I was breathing a little heavier, he knew I was awake. His hand moved up me, slowly from my stocking tops, to my panties. He knew his gentle, fingertip stroking of my shaven pussy-lips (I'm not to ever refer to them as balls again, his orders) through the thin, feminine, little panties would make my clitty grow hard. Especially when his little finger goes under the material and slips down between my legs. He spoke, "Princess, I know you're awake." "Mmmm, only just," I replied. I opened my eyes, the sun shone through the half opened curtains. I remembered I was in the big bed, in the master bedroom, his room. "Good morning, my pretty little wife, are you ready for the first day of your married life?" "I think so," I mumbled He laughed. "You had better be, girl! Remember, you have gotta live by and obey all the vows you made yesterday, forever." "I will try to," I replied, giggling a little. He turned quite stern and said, "Oh, you will do better than that, princess, remember, a man always has the right to punish his little wife if she's lazy, disobedient or speaks out of turn. It's a right I will have no hesitation in using, if needed!" I knew that resistance, if he ever did decide to punish me, would be futile. He is six foot four inches, and sixteen stone, all muscle. He now owns a large building firm among several other companies; and I am sure he must have done something physically active to achieve his physique. I'm only five foot eight inch, about eight stone very slim, an almost feminine body. "Mmmm," he murmured in my ear. "I'm always so fucking horny in the morning, turn over princess and give me your ass." I protested a little. "No. please, I'm still a bit sore from last night." His hand clenched in my panties, squeezing my bum-cheek quite hard. "So what bitch?" he hissed, turning a little aggressive. "Well," I pleaded, "I was a virgin till last night, you took me several times, I'm just still a bit sore, that's all." He laughed. "I don't care if you're still sore or not sweetheart, do you remember your vows?" I did, there was the one about, always being available to your man, always to think of his pleasure first, and NEVER say no to him when he demands that you serve him. "Yes sir," I cried. There was a time to use his first name, and there was a time to be more respectful. This was one of the latter. "You better get used to it bitch, I'm always horny when I wake up, it will be the first of your daily duties. I'll fuck you every morning before I get up, and every night before I go to sleep, and more than likely a few times in between, ha ha," he laughed. I moaned as his finger pushed inside me. "Some nights it might be more than just my cock using you, it may be three or four, I like to have wife-swapping and swingers parties with the other 'special-girl' admirers, maybe get a couple of well-hung guys in, and make you a film star." He laughed again. He pushed me onto my tummy, and said, "So, turn over and give me your ass, bitch!" He ripped the bed covers off me, pulled up my nighty, and slapped my ass. I was still wearing the stockings and panties I had worn under my wedding dress, the stockings were white, with pale pink tops and seam. My panties were white, flimsy, silk and lace, with pale pink trim and bows on. For my wedding I'd worn a beautiful matching basque, all white, with pink trim, bows and ribbons. This had long been removed; to sleep in; he had given me the short nighty and garter-belt from the same matching set. He had said that he wanted me to look like his pretty, new, virgin bride, all night, and he had sure used me like one! He sat up and looked down at me, and laughed again, then said, "Well well, saying no to me, your husband and master, someone's forgetting their place." He grabbed my wrist and yanked my hand down to his cock, making me touch it. "What's this?" he demanded. "Your cock sir," I said softly. "It's more than that honey, it's your man's big hard cock, now what is it?" "My man's big, hard cock," I dutifully replied. "Exactly," he sneered. "A man's hard cock, because I'm the man, I wear the trousers, now, what are these?" He fingered the thin material of my panties between his thumb and fore-finger. "They are my panties sir." "Very good, they are panties, your panties bitch, little sexy, feminine, girly panties, which means?" He paused, then continued, "That you are a pretty, little panty wearing girl, aren't you. My pretty, little panty wearing girl to be precise." "Yes sir," I quickly answered. "Now, what was the vow about panties that you made yesterday?" I tried to remember it word for word and said, "A good girl must always wear sexy, flimsy, girly, little panties, unless otherwise instructed by her man. To remind her of her place, that at all times she is a girl, to be feminine, demur, respectful and obedient for her man. Also to remind her that she must be sexy, girly and available to her man, whenever he wants her. Wearing panties is a symbol that as a girl, she is always to be feminine and submissive." I think I had remembered it correctly. He said, "Very good princess, and what does a girl have inside her panties?" "A clitty, pussy-lips and a pussy-ass that belongs to her husband and master sir," I said. "So then," he said gripping my thigh, pulling my legs apart. "Get up, on your knees bitch." He pulled me up with his hand deep between my legs, grabbing a pillow, he placed it under my tummy. Deciding I was not raised enough, he placed two more under me, raising my ass up high, my head down on the bed. "Now I'm gonna fuck my new, little, pretty wife." I felt him pull my panties down and off, felt him roughly pull my legs apart, and waited for the cool feel of the lube on in my bum. Instead I felt the tip of his cock start to penetrate me. I flinched in pain, panicking, my god where's the lube I thought. "Oh sir," I cried. "I think you have forgotten to lube my bottom sir." He just laughed. "No, I haven't forgotten sweetheart, but only good girls get lube, naughty girls get it rough, hard and lubeless, and you've been a naughty girl." "No please sir, please lube me," I begged to no avail. "No princess, this is to punish you, to teach you to instantly obey your man, afterwards you will thank me for the lesson, like a good little girl." His cock was forcing its way further into my bottom, fortunatley there was some lube left inside me, from the night before, though it still hurt. He paused for a second, before violently ramming his last couple of inches in, taking me by surprise and making me scream. He worked my ass with his cock, I had already been sore, and now, this brutal violation, without even any lube, was taking me to levels of pain I had not experienced the night before. I now realised that he had been quite gentle and considerate with me on our wedding night. In and out of me he went, like a piston, my ass so stretched and sore now, I was almost becoming immune to the burning pain. "That hurt bitch?" he said. "Yes sir, it does sir," I moaned, through my tears. "Good, then you will know not to be a naughty, disobedient girl again, wont you?" "Yes sir, I will always remember my place sir," I almost sobbed. He flinched. I knew he was cumming, pulling his cock out to the tip, he then thrust it back inside me. I felt his cum ooze out of me, run down my pussy-lips, thighs and stocking-tops, as he repeated that several times. I knew my ordeal was almost over. "Now princess thank me for teaching you your place, there's a good girl," he laughed. "Y-yes sir, thank you sir," I blubbered, not wanting to anger him again, I went on. "Thank you for teaching me how to be a good girl. Thank you for hurting my little girly, bottom when you fucked me sir. Ill will always try to be a good girl for you now sir." He said to me curtly, "I'm sure you will try princess, but if you're not? It will be the riding crop for you, on your cute little bum." He rolled back onto the bed, pulling the covers up over him, he said, "I'm going back to sleep for a while, you get up, shower and dress. You know what to put on, come and wake me up with my breakfast in an hour." I got up, tears streaming down my face, I could feel his cum dripping out of me, my ass still hurting, I headed for my room, stripping off my clothes, and went into my en-suite bathroom to shower. I knew what I was to put on afterwards, as my mornings were to consist of light housework, he had provided a maids outfit for me to wear. Short, flimsy black dress, white pinny, seamed black stockings with impossibly high heels. To always be worn with matching black basque and panties. Shit! only got an hour, and those seams take forever to get straight. CHAPTER 2 I quickly showered, dried myself, brushed my shoulder length, dyed blond hair, and put on light make-up, as Id been taught. Next I started to put on the uniform that he insisted I wear in the mornings, to do my chores in. It was a sexy little maid's outfit, well, I had said in my marriage vows yesterday, that I was to be his perfect wife. Amongst the list of my roles given to me at our wedding, was I would be his maid, as well as his wife, his secretary, his cook, cleaner and whore, plus several other things. I put on some body-spray and perfume, then slipped on the black, with a little bit of white lace trim, basque. Fastening it round the front, I twisted it around into place. Next I rolled a black fishnet stocking up my leg, taking care to get the seam straight, no easy task, it took me several attempts, and clipped the garter strap to it. I repeated the same exercise on my other leg, doing it a bit quicker this time. The little black panties were quite tight, very thin material with a little bit of white lace trim, to match the basque. I put them on over the garter straps, as I had been instructed. I stood in the dress, and pulled it up. It was very short, just to my stocking-tops, tight at the top, a little flare from the waist down, with more matching white lace trim round the hem and low cut neck-line. I smoothed it down, put on the six inch heeled black shoes and checked myself in the mirror. Ten minutes left to make his breakfast and wake him up. I didn't want to be late, he had said wake him in an hour and I didn't want to get on the wrong side of him again, not after what had happened earlier. Fortunately he only wanted a light breakfast, I put the coffee pot, milk and sugar on the tray. Along with the whole-grain toast, butter and jam, and headed back to his bedroom. I knocked on the door, entered the room and stood at the end of the bed, still holding the tray. I coughed, nervously, hoping it would wake him. "Mmmm," he said, propping himself up on the pillows. "Come round here." He motioned to the side of the bed. I complied, well, as quick as could on those damn six inch heels, anyway. Clicking the mini-legs to drop from the bottom of the tray. "Thank you honey," he said as I put the tray down, over his lap. "Now be an angel, and butter my toast for me." He knew I'd have to bend over him to do this; I could see him, out of the corner of my eye, looking at my stocking-tops, as the dress rode up my thighs, something he obviously knew would happen! "Good girl, how do you feel princess?" His voice soft and caring now. "I'm sorry I had to punish you earlier, but you know it's for your own good, I hope it does not become a regular occurance?" "Oh no sir, I know I must try harder now, sir," I submisivley answered, in my most girly voice. "Ok then, we will say no more about it then princess." "I will be going out after I have showered. I need to visit one of my building sites, a minor problem, though it's several hours drive away. You will do your daily housework, as you have been taught! Then have a nice hot bath, relax, and pamper yourself princess. Pick out something simple, feminine and sexy to be wearing for when I get home. I want you looking just like what you are, my pretty, little, girly wife. I will be back at eight pm, so prepare dinner for nine pm, ok? You may go now." I hurried down to the kitchen, there was a housework rota on the wall and today looked to be quite an easy day. It took me two hours to clean all his sporting, mainly rugby trophies and medals. He had obviously been a keen player when he was younger, though he was in his late forties now. Then changed the sheets in his room, a daily task, he liked fresh sheets. Another hour vacuuming and general tidying up, and I was finished. So I prepared the meal for tonight, so I just had to pop it in the oven when he got home. I checked the time, over four hours to get ready, plenty of time. I ran myself a bath with the scented oils he had bought me. Slipping off the dress, heels and stockings, followed by the basque. I stood in front of the mirror in my tight, fitted, black panties and removed my make-up. This done, I wriggled out of the panties, as only a girl can, and relaxed in the hot bath. I thought back to how the last couple of months events, had landed me where I was now!! (ABOUT FIVE WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING) Id had an unbelievable run off bad luck, lost my job, apartment and girlfriend all in the same month. The job went first, though not my fault, company went bankrupt, and the girl and apartment went as soon as my money went! I was living back at my parents, not good when your nearly twenty one, no job and bored. Now I've always, since a child, had a fascination for wearing girl's clothes. I had bought them, wore them, felt guilty, and purged them several times, then gone out and bought more a few months later. In my inexperience and with a lack of contact with other similar people, to ask advice from. I didn't realise I was following classic, blossoming tranny behaviour patterns. I had still kept some though, the basic stuff, pair of matching black panties, bra, garter-belt, stockings, and a short, bum length black silk slip. The internet can be very addictive when it's your only source for the minority sexuality you are looking for. I spent days, bedroom door locked, dressed in my girly stuff, online, in chat-rooms and contact sites, getting stoned. The more I chatted to guys, TV-admirers, or should I say had them try to chat me up! The hornier I got. I wanted the full-on girly experience. I wanted to dress for a man, have him seduce me, and take me like a girl. Spend the night with him to be treated, and act just like a real girl, not a cheap one night stand. I wanted something a bit special for my first time, I wanted the TV fairy-tale. Not just some guy out of a chat- room that would just want to fuck me, and be out of the door, before I had even pulled my knickers up. Plus most of them are married, so their place is out, and my parent's house is definitely out. Which leaves, what? A hotel? Then I saw his advert on a contact site: Late forties wealthy man, six foot four inch, muscular build. Looking for young, pref inexperienced, slim, TV/CD, to spend a couple of weeks at his secluded house. Wow, I thought, I was a bit stoned and drunk, so I answered it, telling him a little about myself, I even told the truth. Told him just what I was, I wasn't going to promise a gorgeous she-male, if he didn't like me as I was, then tough. The next day he replied asking for a photo. I obliged, though I wasn't wearing make-up, I do have my own, shoulder length light brown hair, and I am very slim, not a lot of body-hair. I dressed, took a photo and E-mailed it to him. His response was quite surprising, he was very, very interested. Over the next few days I exchanged a lot of messages with my potential suitor a Mr David Jackson; in them he told me just what he was looking for. He wanted to spend time with a young inexperienced TV, let her dress full-time in a private and safe place, be a girl for a month or so. He said he wanted to see her develop as a girl, somewhere where she would have nothing else to think or worry about. It sounded delightful. I told him Id never been with a man before, though he quickly added, that there would be no sex initially. He said this was because he wanted me to be perfect and comfortable as a woman first. Said I had to walk, talk, and do my make up perfectly. That I needed to be taught how to think and act like a girl should do all the time, and that I would be taught how to do all this correctly. He sent me a photo of him, he was as he had described, late forties, tall, well built, muscular, couple of tattoos on his arms, almost shaven dark hair, dark moustache. All in all, a good looking guy. The next night I received his formal invite! It said. Well honey, we have chatted about this for two weeks now. Is it just your fantasy, or do you want to take a chance and make it real. You're not working, you have no rent or bills to pay, come and stay with me for a few weeks. Be the girl that you have always dreamt of being. He gave me the details of the train to be on the following day, and that that his Bentley and driver would be parked directly outside the station when I arrived. Wow, he must really be wealthy I thought; adding that if I was not on that train, then not to contact him anymore, as he only wanted genuine people. By now I was so horny for this, I didn't want to miss this chance of a life-time, I decided to do it. Very excited as I was, I thought it best to get an early night. The next day was all a blur really. I told my parents that I was going to London to stay with friends for a while, try and get a job, and I would see them in a few weeks. The train journey was long and I had to change train twice, to end up on a rural line. I had my mobile and had texted him at hourly intervals, as he had instructed, so he knew there had been no hold ups. Disembarking at a small country station, I left the station and saw the car, without a second thought I approached it. The burly driver turned to face me as I tapped on his window, he then gestured to me, to get in the back. I attempted conversation with him, but the screen was up and he couldn't hear me. At the end of a thirty minute drive, he swung the big car off the road, drove several hundred yards up a private, gravel path, and parked outside the front door of a large house. Like a proper chauffere he opened the car door for me, escorted me to the front door, which again he opened for me, I felt like royalty. On entering the reception hall, he pointed at a large leather chair, telling me to sit down and wait. Was that really only a month ago? My life, my future and everything I am, have changed so much since then! (BACK TO AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) I sat in the bath, and looked at the clock, better be getting up, I thought, I will have plenty more time to reflect on the last couple of months. Now I need to get ready, I dried myself, put on a long silk, white gown and headed through into my room. Blow drying and brushing my hair in front of my dressing table, then I selected my make-up. I thought it best to keep it subtle and toned down for tonight. A little foundation, do the eyes, blusher, and a pale lip- stick. Next, I opened my undies drawers and the ward-robes, time to pick what I'm gonna wear. He had said, just simple, girly, feminine, so I knew not to over do it. I selected a shortish, pale blue and lemon, paterened, tight, flaring a little from the waist, summer dress. Tan hold-ups, matching lemon, lacy, bra and panties, strappy, lemon, four inch heel, sandals, I put them on, it did feel good, pulling the nylons up my legs, and the panties fit just right, stretching and holding me in at the front. I brushed my hair again, and checked my appearance; then I went down to the main sitting room. He was due home so I put some music on, sat down, and waited, legs crossed, back straight, head up, like a real lady! I did not have to wait long, he burst through the door. "Hi princess, how have you been?" he said. He grabbed me and kissed me, hard. "I've been good, done everything I was told David." I felt now was the time to use first names. "Well done Samantha," he said, holding my face in his big hands, kissing me deeply again. The first time today he had actually used my name, the name he had given me when I'd first arrived. "Go fix me a drink, will you darling." I got up, and mixed him his favourite tipple. "Thank you, babe," he said, as I passed it him. "Let me have a look at you princess, turn round. You do look good like that. Now you sit down and tell your husband just what you have been up to today." It did not take long, but he seemed happy with what I told him. When I finished he said, "Is dinner ready yet, princess, I'm tired and hungry, we can eat in the kitchen." I went to check and to set the kitchen table. I called him to come through, and served up our food. He ate quickly. After I had finished he said, "Very good honey, go run me a bath, I'm pretty tired." I asked him, "In the main bathroom? Or in your en-suite one David?" "In the en-suite, sweetheart, I'm really tired," he answered. When the bath was full and ready, I went to tell him. He got up, took my hand, and led me to his bathroom. He slipped my dress off, stood back to look at me, in my heels, hold-ups, bra and panties, then told me to undress him. I started, with his shirt, then kneeled down, to remove his shoes and socks. Undoing his trousers, I pulled them off, looking up at him as I rubbed the bulge in his shorts. I put my hands inside them, and slowly removed them, my head level with his naked cock. "Not yet," he said. "First wash me." He got in the bath, I soaped him, rubbed him, and stroked him, all-over. "Go get ready for bed sugar," he whispered to me. "I will be in there in five minutes; go put that little, short, pink nighty on, with the matching G-string." Leaving his bathroom I went to my room and finding what he wanted. I quickly changed, spraying myself with more girly body-spray. Returning to his room where he was already in bed, sat up. "Get in bed princess, I wanna feel my new wife in my arms." I obeyed, cuddling up to him. "It's ok honey, I won't work your sore little pussy-ass again tonight. There are other ways, a good little wife can please her husband." He gently pushed my shoulders urging me down his body; I slithered down him, knowing what he wanted. Licking the tip of his cock, I heard him moan and felt him relax, I took a deep breath, knowing I was gonna be here a long time. Also knowing that, if I can make him cum in my mouth, he will spare my tender, little bottom! I did spend a lot of time down there, at times I thought he may have fallen asleep, although I dare not stop and look. I licked it, up and down, spat on it, put as much as I could in my mouth, licked and sucked his balls, until my jaw hurt. Eventually I felt him tense, he grabbed my head, forcing it on him and started to cum. I was expecting a mouthful, but not this much, it quickly filled me up and it was dribbling out of the sides of my mouth. He held my head back saying, "That's it, good girl, hold your mans cum in there, like a good little girl should. Look up at me, now be a little slut, and swallow it." I did, it tasted manly, made me feel even more fem and girly. I gulped it down as he patted my head. "Such a good girl, aren't you, come on, lie down, lets get some sleep." CHAPTER 3 The next morning I woke early, he was still asleep, with his back to me, my back to him gently snoring. I took the time to gather my thoughts. I knew what he would expect from me when he did wake up. I had remembered the lesson of yesterday morning! My mind drifted back. (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) Back to that first day, when I sat in the entrance hall, dwarfed by the big leather chair, awaiting him. I did not have to wait long, when one of the oak panelled doors flew open, and there he was. "Hello," he said. "Hello," I mumbled in reply. "I'm glad you decided to come, we have a lot of work in front of us, but first, strip those men's clothes off. You will never wear men's clothes in my house again." His directness took me a little by surprise, but I slowly stood up and stripped naked, in front of him. I hesitated at my shorts, but then thought, what the hell! I'm here now, aren't I? Standing up straight to look at him as I whipped them of; I saw him pull out of his pocket, what appeared to be a pair of bright pink girl's panties. He held them up. "What are these?" "A pair of girl's panties," I answered. He opened them out, held them at the sides, stretching them. He fingered the material. "Not just girls panties, they are little, sexy, flimsy, girly panties, that only a girl would wear. Now what are they?" He was talking softly to me now. "They are little, sexy, flimsy, girly panties. That only a girl would wear," I repeated. "A man would never wear such feminine silky things, would he?" he questioned. I shook my head. "What do you think when you see such panties on a girl, eh?" I knew what I thought; sexy, feminine and available. "Yes," he continued. "A pretty, feminine, little girly, who always wears sexy little panties, so she remembers she is always a woman, submissive and sexy for her man." He threw the panties to the floor at my feet. "Now put em on, girl." I slid them up my legs they felt good the material stretched across my clit, fitting and holding it perfectly, the same across my bottom. "So if a man wouldn't wear girly stuff like that, then what does that make you sweetheart?" "A girl," I answered, "What kinda girl honey?" Again I answered, "A sexy little girl, always feminine and submissive for her man." "Very good, from now on you will be called Samantha by everyone, at all times. You will call me David, Sir, or at times even Master! Depending on the situation." He laughed softly. "And you will soon learn which address is correct." He walked forward and took my hand. "Come on princess, I'll show you your room." He led me by the hand upstairs and along a longish corridor. There were a dozen or more doorways off it. "Ten bedrooms, all en-suite, plus two extra bathrooms, darling," he said, reading my mind. "And this is yours." He showed me in. It was lovely, large, bright, a big bed in the middle, large mirrors on one wall, big fitted wardrobes on another, a third side was all windows with heavy drapes. The main colour theme was pink, with girly pictures and ornaments about. A proper girl's room! He opened a wardrobe, it was full of different coloured dresses, gowns, another was full of skirts and tops, one contained coats and jackets, feather boas, etc .yet another door revealed several big drawers, full of different coloured, expensive lingerie, and stockings, still in the packets. The last had dozens of shoes and boots, all colours and styles. "I took the liberty of buying you a whole new selection of clothing; it's all your size. In your dresser is a full range of make-up and perfumes." It was like a dream come true for a young, na?ve curious cross-dresser; I was unable to hide my growing excitement. "Oh thank you David," I gushed; to which he replied, "I'll leave you now princess, have a bath through there, shave your body fully, except for a thin brazilian at the front, do your make-up as best you can, I have selected the clothes you are to wear tonight." He pointed at the stuff on the bed. "Take your time, dinner is not until nine pm, meet me in the entrance hall at five to." With that he left. I did as he said, taking a long lesuirely bath, washed, dried and brushed my hair, I attempted the make-up. I had half an idea how to apply the make-up, as I had played with it before. I sponged on the layer of foundation. Then the eyes, light green and lips, a sexy deep red, blusher and a bit of powder, before spraying myself with the body-spray. Next I painted my nails, deep red, to match my lips, taking a lot of care not to mess them up. I looked down at the clothes. The G-string was black, tight and stretchy, it fit beautifully. The matching black bra, complete with C cup silicon like implants in the inserts was next; followed by the black lacy garter belt. The fully fitted silk stockings glided up my legs, clipping them to the straps felt so sexy. Next I put on, the plain, black, knee length dress; it was quite tight fitting, then the black hi-heels. I was amazed that all this stuff fit me so perfectly, he had asked me to measure myself, thoroughly, in one of his E-mails, I was glad now Id done as he asked correctly. Lastly I put on the thick diamante knecklace, bracelets and rings, and sprayed myself in perfume. Quarter to nine, ten minutes to compose myself; there were butterflies in my stomach, how was I ever going to be able to eat a meal? At six minutes to nine, I left my room, headed downstairs, and stood in the hall, checking myself over and over again in the large mirror, while I waited. "Er-hem," he coughed. I looked round to see him at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a black tuxedo. "Beautiful, darling," he said, admiring me. "I thought I should dress too, for your first dinner here." He held out his arm as he approached me, I took it, and he escorted me through into the dining-room. The table was huge, must be able to sit twenty or so, two places were set, his at the head of the table, mine on the side, at the same end. He pulled back my chair, pushing it back in, as I seated, like a perfect gentleman, next he rang a little hand-bell. His driver appeared with our starters, which we quickly ate, after which he cleared the plates, and bought in the main course, David poured me several glasses of wine during the meal and he made lots of small talk, I relaxed and opened up a little. When we had finished the dessert, David lit a cigar (without offering me one) while the table was cleared. When we were alone, he turned to me and said, "Now then, down to more serious buisness, you, your role here, and your possible future here." "How do you mean?" I responded. He sat back in his chair, his eyes coolly surveying me. "Well let me tell you just what I'm looking for out of this, and you can decide if the same future pleases you." He began, "I want a wife, a special wife. An old fashioned, fifties type wife, a little bit submissive to her husband, one that understands that the man is the master of his own house, and all his property! She must obey and respect all his decisions, be feminine and demur at all times. Give herself completely to him, mentally and physically, and appreciate just what her role is in the relationship. Never disagree, with him, never argue with him, never disobey him. In short she must know her place." I sat listening to him, it was maybe a little too much I thought. I eventually replied, "Well, David, you are looking for quite a lot there!" "Yes," he answered. "I am, but in return I offer a lot. I am a wealthy man, you will never want for anything, you will have the finest, clothes, jewelery, etc. you will live the rich girls life-style. Plus I offer you complete freedom from the responsibilities of being a man. Freedom from making decisions, freedom from the worry of life. You will belong to me, I will make all the decisions for both of us." I could see the attraction, but what about the other side of my life, I would have to give up. "I need time to think about this David," I said. "I know you do princess, that's why I suggested you came to stay for a few weeks, at least a month. So we could see what we both thought of each other, and whether you could actually go through with your fantasy!" I knew he was daring me. "Ok," I said. "Let's see how it goes, a months trial, eh?" "No," he replied. "Not a months trial, you will need to make your mind up next week so I can arrange things, you will have a month here to prepare yourself. In that time you will be shown just what will be required of you, by me, and others! You will be trained to be the perfect little wife." David suggested we go and sit in the smallest of the three living rooms. I sat on a three-seat sofa. He put some music on, mixed us both a drink, and came to sit beside me. He put his hand on my thigh, rubbing the dress over the stockings, feeling the garter straps. The other arm went around my shoulders. Pulling me to him, he kissed me long and tender. "As I said in my Email honey, I don't want us to have sex yet. I know you're still a virgin, as a girl, and that's just what I want. I want you to look, act, and feel just right before you take the final, sexual step towards womanhood." We kissed and cuddled for an hour or so. He never made a sexual move on me. Though he did make me feel like a woman. "Come on," he said. "You look tired; I'll escort you to your room." He stood and offered his arm, I was a little tired and a little drunk, I took it, and He led me upstairs. Opening my bedroom door, he kissed me again. "Here, take this before you go to sleep." He gave me a large tablet. "It's just something to temporarily stop your body hair growing. I know you don't have much, but this will stop you risking getting a shaving rash. It's very good, will work in three days, and as soon as you stop taking them your hair will grow back." He kissed me again and said, "Good night sweetheart." Then he headed to his room. I undressed, putting on the little, silk nighty. I looked at the pill, and thought what the hell and took it. I fell asleep, wondering what the future could hold. A month later I was starting to learn. (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) Back to now, back to the reality of life. I felt him stir, he was awake, he turned round to face me, a smile on his face. "Good morning princess." "Good morning David." "Mmmm," he murmered, gently squeezing up to me in the spoons position. His cock was hardening against my bottom, he reached down and stroked my pussy-ass through the little strip of G-string covering it. "You know what a good girl's first duty of the day is, don't you princess," he whispered in my ear. "Yes," I replied. "To offer my girly mouth or pussy-ass to my man," I added. He leaned over to reach for the lube, opened it, pulled my G-string to one side, and rubbed the cool sticky solution around my hole. His fingers slipping inside, he was using quite a lot, I could feel it running down my bum-cheek. "See what good girls get, honey?" he said. "They get their tight little bottoms properly lubed." I gasped a little as his cock pushed against my ring, penetrating me an inch or so. He was being gentle, easy on me, he pushed it up further, I wasn't as sore now. Although I did feel a little pain, the further he entered. I gasped as his cock reached its fullest invasion of me, and moaned as he started his grind inside my bowels. His two arms were holding me, pulling me onto him; he was strong, very strong. He groaned as he shot his load, deep inside me, wiped his cock on my nighty, and said, "That's better sweetheart, time for you to get up and get dressed to serve me breakfast; off you go, wake me in an hour." He slapped my bottom as I got up and headed to my room. Time to shower, put on fresh make-up, and do the maid's uniform again. CHAPTER 4 An hour later I was stood at the door of his room, showered, hair done, make-up done, dressed in my little short silky maid's uniform. I had his breakfast tray in my hands as I pushed open the door. David was already awake, sat up in the bed. "Thank you darling," he said as I placed the tray down. "Just stand there, by the side of the bed. I just want to check something." I did as he told me. "Check you are wearing the proper uniform." I told him I was sure I had everything right. He smiled at me and said, "Let's see, pull your skirt up to your waist." I quickly complied, lifting it by the hem. Showing him my fishnet stockings all the way to the top. "Higher." He snapped his fingers. I obediently raised it to show the tight fitted, black panties, with white lace trim. Showing the bottom of my matching basque to him too. "Very good," he said. Hearing he was satisfied, I went to straighten my dress. "Did I tell you to cover yourself up again, girl?" I paused. "No sir, I'm sorry." Quickly pulling the dress back up. "It's ok," he said gently. "But you must pay attention to everything I say or even don't say honey; now just you stand there like that till I've eaten." There I stood, back straight, head up, eyes down, submissively, holding the hem of my maids dress up with both hands. He ate in silence, occaisionly looking at me, when eaten he said, "Ok, take the tray and put it on the floor." I did so. "Now you come where the tray was, up on all-fours, over me." I climbed onto the bed, and positioned myself as he had told me. I felt him lift my hem up with one hand, then a hard, sharp slap, on my panty covered bottom. Though it didn't hurt that much, the shock made me flinch as he delivered a second slap. Followed by two more. "Ha-ha girl," he said. "Just a gentle reminder to pay attention to me, at all times. Now kneel down there, at my side, and suck my cock, like a good little wife." I moved off him, to the side, and licked the tip of his hard cock. It twitched in response, I licked more. Up and down the shaft, making it nice and wet. I could taste the unmistakable, familiar taste of his cock. Placing the tip of it in my mouth, I moved my head up down, taking more in my mouth each time, still licking the head with my active tongue. On and on, until I felt him stiffen, he groaned, and my mouth filled with his cum. Knowing not to swallow until I had his permission, I looked up at him, my cheeks bulging. After a minute or so, he looked down at me, and said, "You may swallow now princess, good girl." I swallowed it all in a couple of gulps, as he watched. He patted my head and stroked my hair. "I'm not going out today, so I'll be around. First you must finish your house-work then make my lunch for 1pm. We can both use the gym in the afternoon, you may go now." I got up taking the tray back to the kitchen I checked my house-work rota. Not a lot to do, change the sheets in his room, tidy and vacuum the room we sat in last night, then prepare lunch. I set about my tasks, daydreaming as I worked, thinking of my second day in his house, a month ago now... (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) Waking quite early on my second day, at his house. I got out from under the pink, fem duvet, and, headed for the bathroom. As I came out of the shower the phone at the side of my bed rang. It was him. "Good morning princess, welcome to your first full day at my house. Put a little make-up on, get dressed, pick something casual yet fem and girly to wear. A mini-skirt, top, and heels will be fine. Don't forget a bit of jewelery, there's a large selection in your dresser drawer. Oh and Id forgot, always, and I mean always, wear stockings and a garter- belt, or thigh-hi hold-ups, unless told differently, ok honey? I would suggest the hold-ups, if you are wearing shorter skirts; they are higher up your thighs. You don't wanna look like a slut, do you?" "No," I answered. "Where shall I come when I'm ready?" I asked. He replied, "To the kitchen, don't be long." Quickly drying, and readying myself, I opened my wardrobe and undies drawer, trying to decide what to wear. As a closet tranny, living at home with my parents, I had only been able to hide limited amounts of stuff before. Couple of pairs of panties, bras, garters, stockings, one pair of heels, and the odd dress or so. This was like an Aladins cave, I was spoilt for choice. Remembering his advice, I selected, a pleated, denim mini, cream top, brown belt and boots. Underneath I wore a matching set of white, satin bra and panties, with tan hold-ups. Finishing off with a gold necklace, bracelet, watch and a couple of rings. A quick spray of perfume, and I set of to find the kitchen. It took me five minutes, but eventually I found it. He was sat at a large table, eating and watching the news on television "Hi, sit down, eat" His hand pointed to the toast, cereal, coffee pot, etc "Help yourself" "Today, Ill show you around, introduce you to my house staff, and tell you more, about what will be required of you." We ate in silence, as he watched the program. When we had finished he said, "Go and get a coat, I'll show you the grounds first" We spent the rest of the morning outside, he held me to him, his arm around me as we walked and talked, guiding me. First to the stables, where he introduced me to the two stable lads. Bill, in his forties, small and wiry, with a face like a ferret. Next Dan, a big lad, late teens or so, face full of acne and obviously not very bright, most likely the local village idiot. David showed me his horses, promising me he would teach me to ride. He showed me his garage, and collection of vehicles, including, quads and bikes, his well stocked fish-ponds, and shooting range. He told me. " I like to occaisionly have my friends to stay over for week-ends, and this is our daytime entertainment" David took his mobile out of his pocket and dialled, "Just phoning up the house, to order our lunch sweetheart, my house-keeper will prepare it and you will be able to meet her" She was in the kitchen when we arrived back. A pleasant, smiling woman in her fifties. He introduced her as Joan. She served our lunch; as we ate the door opened, it was his driver who had picked me up from the station. He was called Mathew, and had been a sergant in David's platoon. David had been his officer, the first I had heard of his military service. Where as he had virtually ignored me the day he had picked me up and last night, when he had served dinner. Now Mathew was looking intently at me, leering at my legs, a new experience for me. To be looked at, as a girl, by men. I felt a little uncomfortable, I was glad David was there, I would not want to be on my own, at that mans' mercy. I was happy when we had eaten, and David said we should continue with our tour, I didn't like Mathew's presence very much. We started downstairs; he showed me the dinning-room. I had already dined in the night before. Explaining that this was just for formal meals and parties, we would usually eat in the kitchen. Next we went into, what he said was the smallest of the reception rooms, again the one we had sat in last night. This, he said, was the cosiest, and therefore the one we would use mostly. There were two other much larger rooms, with sliding wooden doors, so they could be opened up to make a very large room almost the size off a small ball-room! Finally, in a large extension with full-length windows on three sides, was a fully equipped gym and good sized swimming pool. Upstairs, he showed me the eight large guest-rooms, each one luxurious, all en-suite. The two spare bathrooms, the other door was my room, the last one his. He ushered me in. It was the biggest of all the bedrooms, the walls were hard wood panelled, some were obviously wardrobe doors. The bed was a massive four poster in the same wood, the thick, expensive covers on the bed, matched the drapes hanging in the windows. He stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders, and said "So princess, do you think you could live here?" "Mmmm tempting" I replied feeling myself blush. He spun me round to face him, kissing me; his hands went up my skirt, stroking my bottom. Then slipping round the front touching my balls through my panties, he said. "From now on we will always refer to these as your pussy-lips, or your labia, to be precise" His hand moved up to my cock, caressing it, "And this, will be now known as your clitty, ok honey?" I nodded my head, it seemed right to call them that. "Now go get changed darling, we will spend the rest of the day in the gym, Ill work out a program for you. You don't wanna lose that gorgeous figure with all the good food you will be eating," He said, pulling his hand away. "Meet you there in thirty minutes" In one of the drawers I found several sets of gym-wear. I selected a white Lycra leotard, with pink Lycra tights underneath, a pair of trainer shoes, and tied my hair in a pony-tail. We spent hours in the gym, he showed me how to use all the equipment, and worked out a program for me. A program, he said, would keep me slim and toned, without any bulking up. A lot seemed to be concentrated on building my ass and thighs up though?. By about six pm we had had enough gym, he told me to go and get ready for dinner, adding, that as last night, it would be formal. To pick out for myself, something appropriate. That again it would be at nine pm, and again to meet him in the hall, five to nine. I ran myself a bath, and pampered myself, re-moving and re-applying my make-up, doing my hair, etc. Time to dress, mmmm, what to wear, I chose a deep purple, knee-length, satin dress, that flared out from my hips, with black tulle at the hem. Tighter at the top part, with two thin shoulder straps. Black shoes and stockings, with matching, deep purple, bra, garter and G-string and to finish off, some purple jewelry. I did a quick check in the mirror; it was nearly five to nine, I left my room, and descended the stairs. He was already waiting for me, again wearing a tuxedo "Hello princess, you look fantastic, do you feel feminine like that? It feel good?" I answered yes to both questions. Taking my arm, he escorted me to the dinning room. Dinner followed the same pattern as last night, we made small talk he asked about my friends, family, etc, Mathew waited on. At the end of the meal, when the table was cleared, David lit a cigar, and turned to face me, saying. "Princess, tomorrow you must start your training, you have a lot to learn. Over the next couple of weeks, you must learn to walk, talk, act and even think like a woman. You will need to be shown how to do your hair and make-up perfectly. Which clothes and outfits to wear for every scenario; how to mix, match and co-ordinate them correctly. I, as a man, will not be able to teach you all these very important, in fact, nessercery things. So over the next couple of weeks, some of my friend's wives will come round to show you. Don't worry honey, they are all the same type of, er, girls as you, if you get what I mean" So, his friends all had TV/TS wives too, interesting, a circle of wealthy admirers! "Tomorrow Emma will arrive after lunch, she will stay overnight, you will find her fascinating, try and learn all she teaches you" I told him I would try to, he just smiled at me. We went through to our sitting room, chatting for a couple of hours, though he wouldn't tell me what lessons Emma would teach me. Until he declared, he was ready for bed, he escorted me to my room. "Here you are honey" He said, giving me a pill, the same as the one last night. "Make sure you take it, it is important, ok?" He kissed me and left. I was tired too, I quickly stripped off, took the pill, and went to bed. I was asleep within minutes.... (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) I'd done the housework in no time, made some lunch, he had eaten alone earlier; then went to my room to relax before the gym. I had a fitness routine that he had devised for me. Three days gym,. two days swimming and I had to do the prescribed amount of lengths of the pool, with the weekend off. He had said that we may be too busy at weekends in the future. A couple of hours later, I had, gymmed, showered and changed, and went downstairs to find him. I had chosen a short tartan mini-skirt, white, satin, bra and G-string, black hold-ups and calf-high, heeled boots, and a tight, white blouse. He was in our living-room, he told me that tonight, after dinner, he was going to see his friends, to meet up for their regular poker game. I was told to sleep in my own room tonight, as he wouldn't be back until very late, but to wake him at eleven am in the morning with breakfast. After our evening meal, as I was cleaning the dishes, he came in to say good-bye; taking me in his arms, he kissed me. "I love you princess" he whispered "I think that you are going to make, the perfect little wife for me" I had a pretty early night, and slept until nine am the next day. CHAPTER 5) It was nice to wake up in my own big bed, it was quite early as I'd had an early night the previous evening. Which, with him going to his friends, to play poker, had given me some much needed rest. After he left after dinner, I had spent a couple of hours or so reading the Cosmopolitan magazines, etc and watched a bit of television. Only the programs I was allowed to watch though, the soaps, US and British, Friends, Ally Mcbeal, Footballers Wives, Sex and the City, etc. He had forbade me, weeks ago, to watch any, news, current affairs, politics and most sport, etc, saying there was no need to worry my little girly head about those things. Even though he wasn't at home tonight, I still didn't sneak a look at anything I shouldn't, he seemed to have a strange knack of catching me out if I did. If I had broken any of his rules, I seemed to get caught, even when he was hundreds of miles away. It was 7am and I didn't have to wake him until eleven am. I could take my time, getting ready putting on my maids' uniform and do half the morning chores first. It still gave me time have a lie in, and think back to my next day after I had first arrived at his house.. (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) I awoke on the third day at his house, got up, and went to shower, and shave my face and body. Now even before I had never had a lot of body-hair, but now there was hardly any. Even the hair on my face had softened a lot, where before it was a young mans stubble. Now it was soft and downey, very easy to shave, quick, clean and very smooth. It couldn't be the effects of those pills he had given me, could it? I had only taken two! I slipped on matching plain black, bra, panties and garter, stockings and heels. A deep blue, silk blouse, and a tight fitted, knee-length, black skirt. I went downstairs to the kitchen, Joan was in there. "Morning deary," she said. "Want some breakfast?" I said, "Yes please," and ate while she chatted away about basically, nothing! I was relieved when David arrived fifteen minutes later and sat down to eat. "I'll be going out to work today, I'm afraid I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, I'm sorry honey, but I gotta do my job." I told him I understood, and it was ok by me. He said, "Emma will be here after lunch, you girls have fun, and remember, pay attention, you can learn a lot from the girls you will meet over the next couple of weeks." With that he ate up, kissed me, and left. Emma arrived just after 1pm "Hi darling" She said, bursting into the hall, immediately grabbing and kissing me, so you're the potential new member to our club?" "What clubs that" I laughed. "Oh I'll tell you later, honey" she replied. "First make us a cup-o-tea will ya?" I liked her straight away, she was real! Genuine, down to earth. We went through into the smaller living room; and I went to make a pot of tea. She was about early thirties, about as tall as me, a bit larger build, more shapely, in a womanly way, it was hard to tell she wasn't a real girl, I could tell her breasts were real, by the top she wore. It was tight, and low enough to show the top part of them; with a tight knee- length skirt and black nylons. Her hair was long, styled, honey-blond, and she wore stilletoe heels at least five inches high. She looked me up and down and said, "Mmmm, not bad for a beginner sugar, you got your make-up ok, but Ill show you how to get it perfect every time." I had to admit, hers was perfect, the lips were sharp round the edges, eyes were clearly defined, yes, I could learn from her. "Let's go upstairs and have a look at all your girly stuff. We have got all day and night to experiment." Once in the bedroom, she threw open all the wardrobes and drawers. "Nice collection Sammy," she exclaimed. "But first, while you're dressed like that, let's see you walk." I paraded up and down the room as she gently corrected me, teaching me to point my toes in a little. Which helped my feet to cross slightly, just in front of me as I walked. Showing me the way to make my bottom sway womanly, as I walked. I practised for ages, it became easier. "Now remember Sammy love, you gotta walk like that ALL THE TIME NOW," she emphasised the last part. "Now let's try sitting and standing properly, body-language, everything's gotta be feminine, from now on." She spent the rest of the afternoon showing me how to sit on a variety of different seats and chairs. Telling me I would have to get used to lowering and raising myself onto them, of all different heights, low sofas, dinning-chairs. stools, etc. Pointing out, that I will have to know how to this in variety of heights of heels, sometimes six inch or more. Although she added that, she will be here several times over the next couple of weeks, so we will build up to dealing with the really big heels then. I also learned, how to actually sit when I was sat down, I had a good idea how they did it from watching women and girls all my life. To make it more challenging, she had said, she pulled out of my wardrobe, my lycra, tiny micro-mini and my shortest little pleated mini. I took off, the longer skirt I was wearing, along with the stockings and garter, and attempted her instructions without showing too much of my knickers, first in one skirt, then the other. Not easy! I had always to keep my knees together, how to cross and uncross my legs, to sit, head up, back straight, breasts thrust forward my hands together on my lap. Climbing backwards onto the tallest stool was much more difficult in the tiny skirts than in even my normal length mini. The seat height was actually twelve inches higher than my bum. I had to back up to it, put one foot on the foot-bar, my hands on the seat, and lift myself while keeping my knees together and crossing my legs. I was very conscious of my skirt riding up, immediatly straightening it as I sat. This was hard in four inch heels; it was gonna be a lot harder in six inch ones! The opposite problem arose trying to sit on a very low sofa; wearing high-heels heels my knees were now higher than my bottom was on the sofa. I had to learn to sit up and keep my back straight as my skirt rode up more, making it even harder to cross and un-cross my legs, as she instructed. At about 6pm, we took a break, and went downstairs, I cooked us a pasta dish, which we ate with a bottle of wine. We chatted away, she was really great company, when we finished our glasses, she said, "I'll do the dishes Sammy. You go and take off all your make-up, and tie your hair back. Tonight, it's gonna be make-up lessons, tomorrow morning, Ill show you how to do your nails!" Fifteen minutes later she came to my room. I was just in my bra and panties, with a short silk dressing gown on over the top. We spent the next four hours going over little things, again and again. I applied, removed, and re-applied my make-up a dozen times or more. Her showing me how to get it right, which colours to wear with which, correct foundation applying. How to blend the eye shadow for different effects, there was so much to learn, but this was only the first off many lessons to come. Getting the mascara on thick and evenly, the blushers, powder, and finally the lips. I learnt how to use a lip pencil, paint and gloss them, creating the right shape. When using lip-stick it's best to apply three coats, putting thick tissue between my lips and pressing, between coats, before glossing. By mid-night we were both tired, she told me I was learning quick, but that we would go over all this again and again in the next few weeks until I had it off perfect. With that she hugged and kissed me, then headed to her guest-room, Joan must have prepared it earlier! I was tired too, I slipped off my gown, bra and panties, as feminine and seductive as I could, watching myself in the mirror. Remembering to take my tablet, I climbed in bed, and was quickly asleep. (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) My lie-in was taken up with remembering this recent history, I was soon up, showered and ready Looking smart and sexy in my maid's uniform, carrying his breakfast tray, I entered his room at exactly eleven am. I awoke him by gently calling his name, he sat up with a leering smile. "Well, hello princess." He must have downed a lot of cognac last night, I could smell it on his breath. "Never mind the food, honey. Put the tray down over there and come kneel on all-fours on the bed, here like this." He gestured to me to get in position, at the side of him, but the other way around. My feet were up at the big dark-wood headboard, and I was looking down to his feet. He lifted my dress to stroke my bottom through my tight, black panties. Slapping it he said, "Spread your knees honey, mmmm, that's a fine sight in the morning." He slid his fingers in through the leg hole of my panties, to tickle my pussy-lips and bum- hole. "My god babe, I drank a bit too much last night, got a bit of a hang- over. There's only one cure for a hang-over for me sweetheart and it's emptying my balls into my pretty little wife." He leaned up, stretching my panties back with one hand, he applied plenty of lube on me with the other. "Now kneel up properly, turn round, I wanna see you wriggle out of your panties, all girly." I did so, my hands up under my skirt, raising it, thumbs into the sides of my panties. I wriggled my bum and slipped them down under my knees and off over my heels. "That was beautiful babe but I'm a little tired this morning, so you can do all the work." He lay down, flat on his back, and pulled back the sheets, he was fully hard, rubbing more lube on his cock, He said, "On you get, princess, knees astride me, slowly lower your pussy on Daddy's big, hard cock." I assumed the position, stretching my bum-cheeks wide with both hands, feeling him guide his enlarged member to the entrance of my fem-sex with one hand. His other went under the front of my dress, playing with my pussy-lips and clitty, his huge hand making my little girly sex-bits appear even smaller. Slowly impaling myself on him, inch by inch, the delightful pain it gave me, made me start to breath heavily. Noticing, he smiled, grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me downwards, sharply, forcing his last couple of inches in me. "That's it darling, now work your mans cock with your ass, mmmm, yea that's right." I went through the pleasurable pain barrier of pleasing my man. It was quite comfortable now, as I rode him, my hands flat on his chest, playing with his nipples. Lifting up enough to feel his cock almost fall out, I pushed back down again, letting him penetrate me up to his balls. My hips bucking like a lap-dancer, I rode my man, occaisonaly he would lift my dress, to rub my small but hard clitty and soft smooth pussy-lips some more He grunted and shot his load up inside me, gripping my hips, as I slowly rocked on him, milking out the last drops of his precious semen. My mission done, he pushed me off him, I moved down, and dutifully, licked his cock clean. "Oh yea, honey, you are a good girl, now pass me my breakfast, then you can leave." I got up, passed him the tray, turning to leave he called me, "Here you are sweetheart, don't forget these." He threw me my panties. "Better put your knickers on lady, you don't want cum dripping out, down your stockings, while you're doing your house-work, do you?"