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The Contract
By Pennymaid
Part Two
It felt strange to return to life as a man. I hadn't fully
appreciated just how much my life had been taken over by Penny and
her feminine ways. I had got into routines such as regular leg waxing
and wearing perfumes and had become used to doing many of these
things almost without thinking.
Over the first few days of the month long trial period I constantly
had to stop myself from absent mindedly slipping in to those old
routines, Liz was watching me like a hawk and I knew that she was
just waiting for me to slip up.
I couldn't really understand why she was so determined for me to
fail, it seemed logical that any woman would want her husband to be a
masculine male, to provide for her and to fulfil all aspects of the
role of husband and lover, just like it had been in our early days
together. But Liz didn't want that any more, well at least not from
me.
"Oh Penny darling," she would say, still referring to me as a female
at all times, "I miss all those girly moments that we shared
together, from the first time that I caught you wearing one of my
dresses, I knew that deep down it's what you really wanted. I'm just
sorry that I didn't know about it before, it must have been terrible
for you to live this secret double life."
"But it wasn't like that," I protested but before I could say any
more Liz cut across me, "Oh you silly girl, I really don't know how
you can say that!" Her tone was patronising but she smiled as she
spoke, "Listen Penny we both know that real men don't wear their
wife's clothes, a real man would never spend a weekend in Barcelona
as a woman, for God's sake you even had a drink in a bar with my
sister whilst fully dressed. A real man would have run a mile, you
didn't!" She was warming to her theme but adopted a more serious
tone, "A real man wouldn't have offered to pay his boss to have sex
with his wife... do you want me to go on?"
She had made her point, what had started with a mad moment of
curiosity as I had tried on some of her clothing when alone in the
house all those months ago had become something much more. I felt
that I had been tricked and blackmailed into doing all of the things
that she talked about, but there was no denying the fact that I had
done them. It was very difficult for me to argue against it and she
knew it.
She spoke again, "Baby we have had so much fun together since you
became Penny, more fun than we have had for years, our relationship
works this way, I get to be in charge and you get to be the woman of
your dreams, I don't see why you would want to fight that..."
So it continued, every day Liz constantly reinforcing my femininity,
always referring to me as Penny and being negative and hostile
towards me whenever I exhibited any masculine characteristics. She
had insisted that all my female clothing remain in my wardrobe so
that I could see them every morning when I chose my clothes for the
day. At first my sheer stubbornness helped me overcome any
temptation, I was determined to prove my point and regain some
control over my life. As the days went by I found myself taking
longer to choose my clothes for the day. I wasn't tempted to put a
dress or a skirt on, but as I lingered over my selection of trousers
I would run my fingers through the row of Penny's clothes that were
hanging on the rail, I missed that softness, that feeling of silk
stockings against my skin, those floaty summer dresses brushing
against my legs as I walked... but I wouldn't be tempted. The price
would be too high, I'd signed a contract and if I weakened and was
caught, there would be no going back this time. It was harder than
I'd expected though, Penny had really got under my skin.
One Saturday morning as we neared the half way mark of the month
long trial, Liz's sister Sally came round for coffee. I hadn't seen
her for a while and it was good to see her. I'd always had a
difficult relationship with her, but when I had become Penny she had
been surprisingly warm to me and much more relaxed in my company. She
had a wicked sense of humour and although she was fiercely loyal and
supportive to her sister and had helped her to trick me in the past,
she was engaging company and I liked her. I couldn't but help
remember that time in Barcelona when Liz had persuaded me to go to a
bar dressed as Penny. I remembered Sally's amazed reaction when she
saw me there, and I remembered the feeling that it gave me when she
looked me up and down from head to toe, a feeling that I had never
admitted to anyone, an electric rush of excitement as the thrill
coursed through my body. It was the humiliation, the humiliation of
being exposed in front of this beautiful young woman, my wife's
sister, that had thrilled me to the core, and every time I saw her I
was reminded of that moment and of that feeling.
Sally and Liz chatted whilst we had coffee in the kitchen, it had
been a while since they had spoken and Sally was keen for an update.
"So how's she doing?" she asked, looking over to me as she spoke, a
mischievous look on her face.
"She's trying very hard," said Liz, "but I think it's all so silly,
I know that she wants to prove something to me, but I miss having
the real Penny around, all this 'pretending to be a man' stuff is
really very dull."
I had long since stopped bothering to object to Liz talking about me
in this way, it wouldn't change anything.
Liz then announced that Sally had come round because her husband was
away for the weekend and the girls were going to spend the day
shopping together. I was told to come along because they wanted me to
drive and they wanted my opinion as to what would look good on them.
In retrospect it was a mistake for me to agree to go. Throughout the
day they insisted on referring to me as Penny and every time they saw
a nice dress or a nice top they would say how nice it would look on
me. I could see that they were trying to wear me down but I wasn't
going to fall into their trap.
In one store Liz had picked out a beautiful black cocktail dress
with a chiffon skirt. "Oooh," she said, "Everyone should have a
little black dress," and with that she held it up against me and said
to Sally, "What do you think?" Sally turned and looked at me as I
blushed whilst Liz held the dress up to me, I felt that familiar
surge of adrenaline as she spoke, "Now that is lovely, Penny, I think
you should try it on, black is such a great colour for you, Liz why
don't you ask if they have it in her size?" they both giggled.
"Absolutely not," I protested "I've told you, I don't do that
anymore!"
"Penny you really are becoming such a bore," Sally pouted as she
took me by the arm and led me off to another department. As I looked
round to see if Liz was following us I could see her chatting with
the sales assistant as she handed back the dress. I assumed that she
was just asking her to put it back on the rack, I thought nothing
more of it and we continued with our shopping. In truth it was a good
day, if I set aside the relentless comments about my femininity, I
could see that Liz and Sally were good together and we shared a lot
of humour that day. Liz told Sally that I had my birthday coming up
soon and Sally offered to buy champagne in a cocktail bar as an early
celebration. Liz and Sally flirted outrageously with the waiters, but
it was all in good spirits and the champagne flowed, it ended up
being a really good day.
Another week passed and I still hadn't cracked. I was convinced that
I would succeed and get to the end of the month and be able to have
my life back. I wouldn't deny that I had been tempted during those
quiet moments when your mind wanders, Liz had insisted on me wearing
a chastity device during the month long trial period and because I
hadn't been able to relieve myself I found that it was increasingly
easy for me to become aroused. Seeing and touching Penny's clothes
every morning was difficult, and privately I missed being able to
slip into something more sensual, more feminine. But the price of
failure was too high...
My birthday arrived on a Sunday, seven days before the month would
be up. I sat at the table in the kitchen with Liz having breakfast
when she produced a parcel for me to open. "Happy Birthday darling, I
hope you like it." As she handed it to me she kissed me, a
passionate, open mouthed kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I
was instantly aroused, it had been weeks since the little cock cage
had been put on me and I was ready to explode. I pulled Liz into an
embrace and returned the kiss with all the passion and fire in my
body, but she pulled back and said, "Ooops, silly me, almost forgot
your present, come on now, open it up, I can't wait to see what you
think of it."
I unwrapped the parcel, I should have known of course, as the paper
fell to the floor I was left holding that little black dress, the one
we had seen on the shopping trip with Sally.
I was about to complain but Liz pressed her finger against my lips
and said, "Don't be angry with me darling, I saw the way you looked
at yourself in the mirror as I was holding it up against you, I could
see that you wanted it, you just didn't want to admit it." She was
right of course, secretly I had loved that dress and had dreamt about
wearing it ever since. I couldn't admit it though, I was so close to
finishing the month and the price of failure was so high...
"Liz you need to understand that I don't do that anymore, I'm a man
and always will be. You can't change me into something that I'm not!"
"I wouldn't dream of trying to change you baby," she purred, "I just
want you to be free to express yourself and allow your true self to
come out."
We were both standing in the kitchen, Liz again held the dress up
against me as she had done at the store, I protested but she moved
much closer to me, pressing herself up against me, we were separated
only by the dress as she ran her hands over me.
"Do you know how much it turns me on to think of you wearing this
dress darling?" She said, "To think of you wearing this with some
sexy black lingerie, black silk stockings, with 'fuck me' shoes and
killer heels. Do you know how happy it would make me if you did that
for me?" She was whispering into my ear, she knew that I had been
starved of any sexual stimulation for weeks, I was on fire and she
knew it. I so wanted to say yes, but I knew I couldn't.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the moment was gone. Liz
went to answer the door and came back with Sally who had arrived
unannounced with a small package under her arm.
"Happy Birthday Penny, she almost squealed with delight, "It's not
much but when I saw it I thought of you, I hope you like it."
I opened the parcel. Sally had bought me a set of matching lingerie
from La Perla. Bra, knickers, garter belt, the whole lot, all in
black lace. There was also a pack of black silk, seamed stockings. I
didn't know what to say.
"I had to guess your size, the store said that they would change if
it doesn't fit."
Liz interjected, "Oh Sally well done, that will go nicely with the
dress I bought her, clever girl! We were just talking about
accessories, Penny was getting very excited!"
"Look I'm not going to wear this, how many times do I have to tell
you?" I was determined to assert myself.
Liz looked at Sally and smiled, "I'm looking forward to seeing her
in these, we'll have to find a party to go to so that she can wear
all her gorgeous new things, she'll look fabulous and will probably
be fighting the men off... I hope she leaves some for us!" They
laughed as I looked on in frustrated bewilderment. Liz could see that
I wasn't finding the situation very funny and in order to placate me
said that she would take my things upstairs, put them in my wardrobe
and that we would talk about it later.
Whilst she was upstairs Sally came and sat next to me at the table.
She put her hand on my arm as she said "Don't be angry with me, Liz
is so much happier when you are Penny, you know, it's what she wants,
why can't you give her what she wants. You were always pretty
objectionable when you were a guy, as a woman you are so different,
so soft, so feminine and you look so great. She moved even closer and
rested her hand on my thigh as she spoke again, "Don't you miss how
it feels to pull on a pair of silk stockings, or when you step into a
dress and feel that soft material as it falls around your body? Don't
you want to know what its like to walk into a room and have all the
men look at you, wanting you?" She was gently stroking my thigh now
and I was close to the edge yet again.
Liz walked back into the room and Sally pulled back slightly from
me, she gave Liz a knowing look and said, "I was just trying to
persuade Penny to try the dress on, we all know that's what she
really wants."
"Oh well, not to worry," said Liz, "there are still seven days to
go, although I won't be here for the next 3 days to keep an eye on
things, I have to go to Zurich on a business trip in the morning."
"Zurich? I didn't know that you were going to Zurich," I said.
"Didn't I mention it? I'm sorry. I'll be away for three days so I am
trusting you to be honest with me about how you get on in my absence.
I will leave a photocopy of our contract on the table in the kitchen
to remind you of what will happen to you if you are caught dressing
up whilst I am away."
"It won't happen," I boasted, "I only have seven days to go and then
I will have proved to you that I am a man and deserve to be treated
like a man."
I'd had enough of the conversation and left the room, leaving Liz
and Sally to chat away for another hour or so. Occasionally the
conversation would be interrupted by laughter, I knew that they were
probably plotting something, but they wouldn't catch me out, not this
time, I was so close.
Later that evening as time for bed approached I found myself in the
dressing room, my wardrobe door was open and I could see the little
black dress hanging on a rail. I stretched my hand out to feel the
material, it was beautifully soft, so light, and the dress looked so
stylish. They were right, I really wanted to put it on.
Just then Liz came into the room and seeing me touching the dress
said softly, "You know you want to, why don't you stop fighting it
baby, you know you want to. Of course you could always try it on
whilst I am away, no one would know that you'd done it... you know
that you want to."
She had planted a seed, I did want to, and maybe whilst she was away
I could quickly try it on, if I left the price tags on the dress no
one would ever be able to prove that I had tried it on, I could get
away with it and she would be none the wiser. But I remembered the
contract and quickly came to my senses, it wasn't worth the risk. She
would be away for three days leaving me alone to face temptation, I
wasn't going to fail, not this time.
Liz had left for Zurich early on the Monday morning. She is a senior
executive with her company, a high achiever, a high earner and her
colleagues often talk of her as someone with the potential to get to
the very top. Her career has always been hugely important to her, in
the early days of our relationship it had become clear to us both
that she was destined for greater things than me, but unlike many men
I had never been threatened by her success. I was in awe of her and I
always felt she relished the fact that whatever battles she had
fought during the day at work, she was married to someone, who didn't
need to be "top dog". I was always aware that I wasn't as macho as
other guys, Liz had once told me that when we first met she had
thought that I might be gay because I seemed quite effeminate and she
had befriended me because she thought I was "safe". It was when she
realised that I wasn't emasculated by her success and was happy to
support her in her career that we became lovers.
Our relationship worked, it wasn't perfect and it certainly wasn't
always harmonious but it worked. In social situations Liz was always
the dominant partner and it was she who people really wanted to see.
Whilst she had great social confidence and could effortlessly
energize a room, I was awkward and could never fully engage in the
bloke-ish banter with the other husbands. People didn't seek me out
at parties and I think that I probably had a reputation for being
difficult and anti-social. I wasn't, I was just incredibly self
conscious and unsure of myself. One of Liz's friends once said to me
that I didn't seem comfortable in my own skin, I laughed off her
comments but deep down I wondered if she had seen into my soul.
Business trips had become a regular occurrence for Liz. I used to
secretly look forward to her being away, because it was at these
times that I had developed my little routine of dressing up in female
clothing. It was an opportunity to escape and I had been overwhelmed
by the pleasure and freedom that I felt when looking in the mirror
and seeing myself in her clothes.
But then I had been caught and everything had changed. Having
recovered from the initial shock of seeing her effeminate husband
standing before her wearing her clothes she had seized the
opportunity to really take control of my life. The dynamic in our
relationship had changed and now I could see that she was excited
about being totally in control and seeing just how much she could
exert her authority over another human being. She was the epitome of
an alpha female and whilst others might have run for the hills I
couldn't escape because I still worshipped her and couldn't imagine
life without her.
Liz's absence on this business trip could not be the excuse for me
to get in to my routine of dressing up and kicking back. I'd signed
the Contract. The Contract was clear. I had to prove that I could
last for one month without dressing up or engaging in any
identifiably feminine activity. The price of failure would be high,
too high. My occasional escapism would become a permanent lifestyle,
in a moment of frustration and anger I had signed a document that
could change my life forever.
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