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Unexpected Maid
It was 7 o'clock in the evening and I'd been looking forward to
tonight. I'd got a decent excuse for a night out with the lads as my
wife Hannah had invited about a dozen of her friends round for wine,
nibbles and probably a bit of Singstar as the evening progressed and
the alcohol flowed. I was happy to get out of the way, meet the guys,
probably go for a few beers and a curry.
The gathering wasn't due to start for another hour so I was idly
browsing at the PC when the door bell rang.
"Could you get that?" Hannah shouted from the kitchen.
"No problem," I replied. I was closest to the front door after all. I
opened up to see Emily, my wife's friend, stood there, with a large bag
over her shoulder.
"Hi Emily. Come on in. You're a bit early for the party? I don't
think the rest of the girls are coming til nearer 8?" I quizzed.
"Yeh, Hannah asked me to come over early and bring my make-up box. No
idea why," she replied. Emily was a make-up artist and beautician.
Just then my wife appeared from the kitchen.
"Oh hi Emily! Thanks for coming over early." Hannah greeted Emily with
a kiss on the cheek. "Now look, there's a reason why I got you here
early. Rob here had a bet with me the other night, the stakes were
pretty high and he lost. As a result he's agreed to be our maid for
the night so I need you to do his make-up."
HUH?!?!? This was news to me!
"Hannah, what are you on about!?" I asked.
"Could you just join me in the kitchen for a second, darling," she
replied. I followed her into the kitchen.
"Now look here," she whispered angrily, "I've found out about that
secret stash of women's clothes you've got upstairs, I found it a few
weeks ago."
My heart stopped.
She continued. "I thought they might be someone else's but then I
found some photos on the computer, you in a maid's dress. At first I
was cross with the fact you'd kept this from me but then I thought,
well, hey, you could do a lot worse things. So tonight, whether you
like it or not, you're going to be our maid. And if you don't like it,
or you say no, well I'll start by telling Emily here. Then I'll tell
the rest of the girls tonight and you can be pretty sure they'll tell
their other halves. Is that what you want?"
I was speechless. My mouth was dry. I didn't know what to say. I'd
always dreaded getting caught. She seemed to be taking it quiet well
tho. Not so sure my mates would be quite so understanding.
Hannah continued, "So here's your big chance. Emily's going to do your
make-up, you're going to wear your maid's dress and tonight you're
going to be our maid. I'll tell my friends you did it cos you lost a
bet, they may tell their other halves and they may rib you about it,
I'll ask them not to but it's something I can't control. At least this
way you've got an excuse."
I thought about my response.
"OK," I said, as though I had a choice, "I'll do it. Look, I'm sorry
about keeping this from you, I didn't know how you'd react."
"It's ok," she replied calmly, "now go out there and let Emily work her
magic."
I went back into the hallway where Emily was waiting patiently.
"Sorry about that Emily," I explained, "Hannah's right, I did lose the
bet and I did agree to this, I'd just forgotten, that's all."
"Fine by me. I've done make-up on guys before so it's no biggy. I'm
sure you'll look very cute!" she giggled as I blushed and smiled
sheepishly, "I'd suggest you get some clothes on first but not your
dress yet, wouldn't want to get make-up on it, would we."
"OK," I replied reluctantly, "I'll just go have a shower and I'll be
right down. Take a seat in the lounge, I shalln't be long."
I made my way upstairs and into our bedroom. I stripped off all my
clothes and made my way into the en-suite and ran the shower. As I was
climbing in, the bathroom door opened. It was my wife.
"Here," she said, handing me a razor, "make sure you give those legs a
good going over. If you're going to be my maid tonight I'm going to
make sure you really look the part."
Thankfully winter was coming so there wasn't much chance of anyone
seeing me in shorts for some months. I lathered myself up in the
shower and carefully shaved my legs. Luckily I don't have a lot of
body hair anyway so I whipped off the half a dozen that were on my
chest as well. In for a penny, I thought to myself.
I stopped the shower, wrapped a towel around me and proceeded to shave
my face. I went back from the bathroom to the bedroom and was
surprised to see my wife sat there on the bed. She was smiling,
wickedly.
"Are we going to have some fun with you tonight," she said gleefully.
"Here, put these on" and she threw a pair of black panties at me. I
recognised them, they were mine from my dressing up bag. It was then I
noticed she'd got a few things out and they were ready and waiting on
the bed - sheer nylons, my corset, my highest 5 inch heels, wigs.
"Look Hannah," I said, "do we really have to do this?" I'd fantasised
about this time and time again but the reality of exposing myself in a
dress in front of my wife and her friends had me petrified. My wife
stood up. I was barefooted and she had her heels on and given we're
normally the same height, she was towering above me. I felt quite
vulnerable.
"OK sweetie," she explained, "we don't. You're right. But if you
don't, like I said, I'll start by telling Emily. Then the rest of the
girls. And I could put the photos up on Facebook if you like too? And
send them to your work colleagues? It's entirely your choice, no-one's
making you."
I thought about it. Not for long. Not much of a choice really.
"I don't seem to have much choice do I. OK." I said reluctantly. I
put the panties on. As I did so, she picked up my corset and when I'd
finished, wasted no time wrapping it round me and hooking it up at the
front. Having my wife towering over me whilst dressing me in a corset,
I couldn't look her in the eye, I was struggling to accept the position
she'd put me in, or I'd put myself in.
"Right, spin around," she commanded. I turned around. The laces were
still loose. I felt a knee in my back and a jolt as she pulled the
laces tight. I gasped for air as she did so, I'd never had the corset
this tight before. Again, another jolt as she pulled it tighter. She
tied the laces together but not in a bow like I normally did, with the
laces dangling so I could easily undo it, she plaited the ends together
then tucked them inside the corset round the back. I felt around the
back, there was no way I was going to be able to undo this without
help. Whilst I was doing this, Hannah quickly slipped a couple of
breast forms into the cups of the corset, completing my feminine shape.
"Here, take these," she said as she handed me a pair of seamed
stockings, "you can sit on the edge of the bed and put them on."
She left the room and I sat down and put on the stockings, making sure
the seams were straight. I got the first on no problem and as I was
putting on the second I heard her come back in the room. As I looked
up, a bright flash went off - she'd come back with a camera and was
quickly taking a few photos of me in my corset and stockings.
"What are you doing that for?" I protested.
"Well, you never know, I might need these one day should you give me
any trouble tonight." She replied."Now stop moaning, hurry up with your
stockings , get those shoes on and come downstairs. With that
instruction she left the room. I finished off with the second stocking
and reached for my shoes. They were black patent, 5 inch heels with 3
straps across the foot. Normally I loved wearing them but tonight was
different, I was nervous as hell.
I strapped the shoes on and carefully stood up. I put a dressing gown
over the top of my outfit and carefully made my way downstairs and into
the lounge. Hannah and Emily were sat waiting for me with glasses of
wine in their hand.
"Well, here he is." Hannah purred, "that is, he's a he for now but you
won't be for much longer will you dear. You'll need to drop that
dressing gown, don't want you getting make-up all over it do we. You
don't need to be bashful in front of Emily, c'mon."
Reluctantly I took the dressing gown off.
"Wow," said Emily. "I must say, from the neck down...what a figure.
And such long legs too. Most girls I know would kill for a figure like
that. OK, well we've got no time to lose so sit yourself down in that
chair over there and we'll get started."
She motioned towards a seat at the far end of the room where she'd
setup her make-up with plenty of light available. I went over and sat
down. She followed me. Hannah went back to the kitchen.
I was in that chair for half an hour whilst she worked her magic.
Concealer, foundation, highlighting and lowlighting, blusher first.
She trimmed my brows before applying my eye make-up and false
eyelashes. Then layer upon layer of lip base, lipstick, lip liner, lip
gloss.
She was just about finished and my wife came back in. She was carrying
two wigs of mine.
"What do you think Emily, blonde or brunette?" she asked.
"Oh, definitely blonde. They do have more fun and we want him to have
fun don't we?" Emily replied.
"Fine by me." She replied and gave Emily my blonde wig. It was
straight, about should length with highlights. Emily placed it onto my
head and brushed it into place.
"There," Emily said. "Fantastic, even if I do say so myself. You look
absolutely perfect. Don't you think, Hannah?"
"Oh yes, that really does finish him off. But he's definitely a she
now. What do you think we should call him? He needs a girl's name."
"Is it a French Maid's dress you've got for him?" Emily asked.
"Of course," Hannah replied.
"Then we need a French name. How about Fifi? Or Raquel?" she
suggested.
"Fifi. I like that. Do you like it...Fifi?" she asked me.
"Of course I don't!" I replied.
"Well you'd better get used it, you're gonna hear it a lot tonight."
She laughed as she took more photos of me. "Right, time for your
dress."
It was hanging on the back of the lounge door and Hannah put her camera
down to go get it. Black, satin, short with built in underskirts that
pushed the satin skirt outwards. It would barely cover my stocking
tops.
"C'mon Fifi, time for action," she said as she held it out for me,
"step in."
I stood up and stepped over. Now I was in my heels I was more on a
level with her but still, her eyes told me I'd better not mess her
around otherwise I'd be in trouble. I stepped into the dress, pulled
it up and fed my arms through the sleeves. Hannah moved round the back
and zipped it up to the top. I felt the dress envelop me and I was
right, the skirt barely covered my stocking tops.
Hannah picked up the matching apron and tied it tightly around my
waist. She then fetched the small lacy maid's cap and pinned it to me
head. As she was up close, she looked me in the eye and I could see a
wry smile on her face. Like a cat that'd caught a mouse and was
playing with it whilst determining its fate. She handed me a pair of
black lacy gloves to put on.
"There," she said as she stepped back and folded her arms, "that
finishes the outfit off. So, Fifi, how do you feel?"
"Silly," I replied.
She stepped forward, he face inches from mine.
"I think you'll find tonight easier, Fifi, " she snarled, "if you
address me and all my friends as Mistress. Is that clear?"
"Yes...Mistress," I replied quietly.
"Good, that's sorted then. Emily, what do you think?" she asked,
looking at Emily for a second opinion.
"Absolutely great!" Emily exclaimed. "Fifi looks fab and will be real
help tonight. I think I've got some clip-on earrings and perfume in
this box somewhere to finish her off. But otherwise...fab!"
She rummaged around and found some big loop earrings which she attached
to my ears. A quick spray of perfume and she was done.
"What do you say, Fifi?" Hannah demanded of me.
"Thank you, Mistress," I quietly said to Emily.
"Hey, it's no bother. You look great. God knows how long you'll last
in those heels though...good luck!."
I gave a wry smile.
With that, the doorbell rang.
"Perfect timing," said Hannah, "that'll be the first of the guests.
Fifi, you can get the door whilst Emily puts her make-up stuff away."
I gave Hannah a pleading look. She gave me a look back that suggested
I shouldn't do that again. I made my way to the door and opened it.
Three of Hannah's friends stood there - Sarah, Vicki and Jane.
"Oh...err...hi. Is...er...Hannah here?" asked Sarah. "Oh Hi Hannah!"
she said, looking over my shoulder.
I could hear my wife coming down the hallway behind me.
"Hi girls, c'mon in. I see you've met Fifi my maid for this evening,
sorry she's still being trained so she's not very good. Are you dear?"
She looked at me.
"No," I replied quietly, looking down at my feet.
"No what?" she asked.
"No Mistress," I said quietly.
"Hang on a minute," said Sarah, scrutinising me a bit closer, "Is
that...is that who I think it is?"
My heart sank and the smile on my wife's face spread from ear to ear as
she nodded knowingly.
"Oh my God!" chorused the girls in unison as they covered their mouths
in fits of giggles. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.
"Well, don't you make a lovely maid!" exclaimed Sarah. "Such a lovely
dress and those heels! Your make-up's better than mine, you're a real
expert!"
"Ha!" exclaimed Hannah. "Fifi didn't do that! Emily came over early
and did it for me. You see hubby here lost a bet with me and his
punishment was to be our maid for the night. He's going to be serving
our drinks and bringing us snacks so we can relax and enjoy ourselves.
Now, if we can keep this amongst ourselves, girls, I think we might be
able to persuade him, or her, to do it again especially as I've got
some incriminating photos. So I'd rather you didn't tell your fellas,
I'd rather we kept that as a threat for next time. Is that ok?"
"Of course," said Sarah, "wouldn't want to lose the chance of having a
maid like this again."
"Great. Thanks. Ok Fifi, I think you should be taking our guests
coats round about now shouldn't you?" asked Hannah.
"Yes Mistress" I replied to squeals of delights from the girls as they
handed me their coats and made their way through to the lounge. I hung
them in the closet then headed for the kitchen, figuring there'd be
something for me to do there. And right enough, there was a tray out
with wine glasses on. I found some wine in the fridge, filled the
glasses and carried the tray through to the lounge.
"Now this is what I call service," announced my wife as she saw me
enter the room. All the girls clapped and took glasses from the tray.
"How about a curtsey?" asked Sarah. My wife gave one of those looks
that suggested I'd better not disappoint so I put one foot behind the
other and dropped down whilst holding the tray steady. More whoops and
cheers suggested to me I'd done ok.
"OK Fifi, now make yourself scarce and prepare us some snacks so we can
get on with our fun," ordered Hannah.
"Yes Mistress," I replied and made my way back to the kitchen.
The evening was pretty busy. After a few more females guests arrived,
I spent the evening carrying out snacks, topping up glasses and
responding to shouts of "Oh Fifi!" from the lounge. Hannah took a few
more photos of me serving drinks and snacks to add to my humiliation.
My feet were sore with all the walking in those heels and I was pretty
tired sat in the kitchen whilst they were howling their way through
some 80s pop on the Singstar Karaoke machine.
I was just having a moment to myself when the doorbell rang. I figured
one of the girls must've popped out to their car to get something as it
was getting pretty late so I made my way to the door. I got the shock
of my life when I opened it to see Sarah's husband stood there. 6'6 and
broad with it, all man and truth be told a bit of a bully to me
normally. I composed myself and greeted him in my best female voice,
not wanting to be discovered.
"Good evening Sir, can I help you?" I asked.
"Well. Hello little lady. I'm Tom, I've come to collect Sarah and
walk her home?" he slurred. He'd clearly been drinking, I could smell
it on him as he looked me up and down. "Can I come in?"
I stepped out of the way and gestured for him to come in. We could
hear the girls singing away in the lounge.
"Tell you what," he suggested, "let's not interrupt them, I'll wait in
the study til they're done. Could you show me where it is?"
"Certainly Sir," I replied as I led him down the hallway to the study
on the other side of the house. I entered the room first and stood
just inside the doorway waiting for him to enter. He came through the
door and closed it behind him, standing with his back to the door.
"Well," he said as he raised his eyebrows, "looks like we're alone now.
Don't think we'll get interrupted by that lot so how about a little
fun? What's your name?"
"It's Fifi, Sir," I said nervously as he moved towards me. He was
between me and the door and even in my heels, he still towered over me.
He was far far stronger than me too. He placed a hand on my neck and
pulled me in.
"Mmmm, you smell nice," he said, his face inches from mine.
"Thank you Sir but..." I never got to finish the sentence as he forced
his tongue inside my mouth, exploring me whilst holding his body
tightly against me. There was nothing I could do to escape either his
grip or his kiss, I was helpless. With one hand on my neck, his other
hand was exploring my legs, my stocking tops and up my skirt....
"Oh yes, I'm liking this." He smiled at me. I pushed his hand away
from my knickers before it could get too close and discover what was in
them.
"Oooh, playing hard to get are we? Ok, let's try this instead" he said
as he put both hands on my shoulders and pushed my down onto my knees.
He had such force I didn't have much choice and there was no way I
could escape as he was still between me and the door. He kept one hand
on my shoulder and with his other hand he unzipped his fly, pushed his
underwear to one side and released his manhood. It twitched to life
just inches from my face, springing to attention in his grasp. He let
go and moved his hand to the back of my head, his other hand still on
my shoulder.
I couldn't take my eyes off it. To be honest, I wasn't really in a
position to look away, he had such a firm grasp on me. But it was much
bigger than my own, both broader and longer, he was cut and the head
was glistening in readiness.
His words were less playful now, more forceful.
"I think you know what I want you to do," he snarled.
I looked up at him, pleading with me eyes.
"Please Sir, don't...." I begged. He wasn't in a mood to negotiate.
"Seeing you down there with those big eyes just makes me want you even
more. Now why don't you just open wide," he suggested as he pushed the
tip of his manhood against my lips. Reluctantly I opened up as he
forced the rest into my mouth. It filled me and I nearly gagged as he
pushed all the way towards my throat.
"Oh yes, that's it....lovely..." he breathed. I looked up and could
see him looking down at me, his hands pulling me back and forth onto
his shaft. He was pumping away, groaning with pleasure.
Just then the door opened behind him. It was Hannah. My eyes went
wide with fear.
"Fifi, are you hiding away in..." Her voice trailed off as she took in
the sight ahead of her...her best friend's husband being sucked off by
her own husband, dressed as a maid. Her initial look of shock turned
very quickly into a sly smile.
She continued, "Oh my. What do we have here. No, no, no, don't stop
on my account. In fact, Tom, if you stop I'll shout Sarah in straight
away. And Fifi, if you stop, I shall be having a word with your
employer and you don't want that. Just keep going, I'll be right
back."
She left the room then came back within seconds, both of us too scared
to move. She'd fetched her camera, closed the door behind her and was
snapping away.
"OK," she purred, "think I've got enough evidence now, you can stop
doing what you're doing."
But Tom was on the edge and no way was he going to withdraw, his
pumping got faster and faster, he pulled harder on my head and neck
until I felt him stiffen, jerk and my mouth was filled with his seed,
pump after pump it came. I tried my best to swallow it all down, it
just kept on coming and coming. Hannah was finding this hilarious.
"Oh my," she said, "I never expected to ever see this. Well done Fifi,
you're a real treasure and I think you've just made Tom a very happy
man. Now Tom, take your tackle out of Fifi's mouth and put it away.
Sarah's in the lounge, you're ok to go in and take her home. I won't
say a word of this to her...yet. But I may need you to come back some
other time and show my maid here what you're really capable of. Don't
think of saying no, otherwise I wouldn't hold back on showing these
photos to Sarah."
Tom managed to raise a sheepish smile as he tidied himself up and left
the room.
"As for you, Madam..." my wife began.
I swallowed what was left in my mouth. I was still on my knees.
"Look Hannah, this isn't what it looked like, I didn't have any
choice," I explained.
"Don't give me your excuses," she hissed as she stood over me, "when I
found those photos I did wonder whether you might be that way inclined.
Hey, it doesn't bother me, in fact I quite enjoyed watching you service
a man, as Fifi of course. If I ever catch you with a guy when you're
dressed as a man then you can expect a divorce pronto, it'd be the end
of the road for you and me. But I actually quite like dressing you as
my maid, having you wait on me and the girls and given the photo
evidence I've got, well, I might even get Tom back for another seeing
to. Maybe next time you could let him take your cherry." With this
comment she raised a giggle.
"Look, I didn't enjoy Tom you know, he forced himself on me," I whined.
"I don't care," she replied, "it's not about what you enjoy, it's about
what gives me a thrill. And seeing you on your knees sucking for all
you're worth, well, that's one mighty big turn on. I'm quite looking
forward to having a maid around the place. No more ironing, no more
cleaning, I might even have you cook my dinners for me. I could see
this working out quite well."
"Look, honey, please...." My voice tailed off as she interrupted.
"Stop whining," she commanded as if snapping out of our conversation
and back into her role as hostess. "And Fifi, if you forget to call me
Mistress again, you're in deep trouble. Now go and see if any of my
guests need drinks and tidy up the kitchen. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I responded as I raised myself from my knees, gave a
little curtsey for good measure and made my way to the lounge with the
weight of what lay ahead heavy on my shoulders.
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