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My French Maid, My Soul Sister
Thanks to everyone for the kind words after my last story. I hope you
like this one. By the way - if you are into second life, come and say
hello to me - Cindy Seranade - I usually hang out at the Shemale Sex
Palace. (PS Second life chose my surname with the wrong spelling ). Here
goes the story...
I have been cross dressing ever since I was a little boy, pretending to
be the little sister with the girls down the road during dress up games.
God knows what the grown ups thought of me! But although I have a nice
little stash of hidden skirts, tops, stilettos and undies my alter ego,
Chrissie, remains a secret to me.
Probably the only time I hinted about my secret fantasy was when I was at
University. I was on a music, dance and drama course spending a lot of
time with a lovely girl called Ann, who was in the same class. We had
clicked straight away and after several months of close friendship
eventually found ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend living in a student
shared house (I was the boy).
Ann used to play a game with me in bed preceding love making that drove
me wild with sexual excitement. I would be lying on my back naked and she
would be on her side next to me, always wearing something wonderfully
sexy. She loved telling stories and I loved hearing them. Her free hand
would be ready to trace outlines on my body with a long, red finger nail.
"You are alone in bed and as the door opens you see me standing there in
the dim light" she would say. "I am all dressed up ready for you wearing
smooth silky stockings running up my long legs." As she said these words
she ran her hand up my leg describing the way they feel. "They stop just
below my skirt level with a wavy lacy top." And she would draw the lacy
top on my legs showing me where they would be on her. "I have on a bright
red satin corset clinging to my body and shaping me into an hour glass
figure" Her hand was placed on my stomach, palm down, running all over my
tummy describing where the corset covered her gorgeous body. "And 4
suspenders join my corset to my stockings" as her red nail drew the 4
suspenders from the stocking top position to the bottom of the corset,
often touching my thingy as she traced the shape. "The corset encased my
breasts and was edged in black lace" as she traced the bra outline on my
own small breast shaped pectorals.
"Tonight I am dressed as a French maid." Oh my God, it was one of my most
favourite outfits! My thingy twitched in anticipation, which brought a
knowing smile to Ann's face. "But it is a cute maids dress that gathers
below my breasts and flares out like a little girl's party dress. The
short dress flows out all the way down from my bust to just above my
stocking tops and it fans out with the white frill of my petticoats just
hiding my lacy white panties." All the time she 'drew' the outfit on my
body, taking care to run her hand gently over my excitement as she filled
in the outline of the skirt and the frilly petticoat. "A big bow tied at
the back" I was flipped over and a bow drawn. "And lovely puffy sleeves
with long black gloves down to my finger tips." She drew the sleeves on
my shoulders and the gloves down to the tips of each of my fingers. "And
shiny, moist, red lipstick on my lips just ready to kiss you softly."
She bent over and kissed me softly, then hard, rolling on top of me and
surrounding me in her sexiness, letting her hair cascade over my face as
she kissed me ever more passionately.
We rolled together, feeling our bodies touch and entwining our legs and
arms. We kissed and cuddled as we explored each other's bodies coming
close to orgasm. I broke away and whispered in her ear "Wear a leather
mini and tie me up." She again gave me that knowing smile and returned to
her sideways drawing position. She described how she took off the French
maids dress and slipped into the tightest of mini skirts. How she tied my
arms and legs to the bed and sat on top of me feeling me rise in
anticipation.
I was in heaven, taken to levels of ecstasy I had seldom felt before.
This was when I took a step I had never dreamed I would. With her close
to me I whispered in her ear "What are you going to do with the French
Maids dress?" She pulled away and looked at me quizzically. "What should
I do with the maids dress?" Her eyes looking into mine. "Oh I don't know
- what would you like to do with it" I answered. "What would you like me
to do with it?" she asked again softly. I was silent. Looking into her
eyes and wondering how she would take this. It seemed like an eternity
but was only a few seconds. My mouth went suddenly dry, my eyes diverted
from her gaze and my voice wavered as I quietly . "Maybe I could wear
it." She suddenly moved her head away as she sat on my body, staring at
me shocked. If the previous moment in time seemed like eternity, the next
30 seconds were excruciatingly long. Oh my God - what have I done! What
will she say? Is this the end of 'us' and is my secret revealed now
forever? She looked at me deeply at first but then seemed to have a
vacant stare as she evaluated what she had just heard.
Then... she smiled that knowing smile. Still with her head away from me
and now staring at me intently again she said "I retrieved my dress
draped on the floor and brought it over to you. I slid your French Maids
dress over your body from the feet up letting you feel the satin material
brush against your body. You raised your sexy bottom and I slid up the
bodice pulling your arms through the puffy sleeves. I flipped you over
and buttoned up your dress as it clinged tightly to your thin body." All
the time she drew the dress on my body, speaking in a soft delicate voice
close to my ear. "And tied your bow in a huge pretty white bow at your
back. I flipped you over to see how pretty my French maid looked. And
..." She leaned over to her side cupboard and pulled out a red lipstick.
She undid the top slowly. It was red. Bright red and glossy. She moved
her hand to my lips and said... "I slowly brushed your red lipstick on
your soft, pouty lips. Making you look sexy and tarty for me. My French
maid." I was in heaven. I felt the smoothness and the sweet waxy taste
of lipstick on my mouth. "What are you darling?" she asked me. "Your
French Maid" I quivered. "Yes darling, my pretty little girl. You are my
French Maid."
I as in heaven and could not control my little thingy that had now grown
to its limit and was twitching madly. Ann felt all this under her body as
she sat astride me. "Oooh I felt that! I don't think my maid is going to
last too long so this can be your night darling. You may orgasm when I
count down from 5." She rocked slowly back and forwards on top of my
thingy. My eyes were closed imagining my flowing dress and her leather
mini sat astride me. "5...4...3..." I writhed in absolute ecstasy letting
my imagination run wild as I became her French Maid in my mind. Pushing
my body upwards towards hers and imagining the frills and lace of my
petticoat cascading around the tops of my stockings. "2...1...now Darling
NOW." My little thingy tightened and held stiff for 2 seconds before my
body rocked in orgasm, gushing into her undies that covered my body
soaking through to mingle with her juices. I was hers.
Ann never did tell anyone about my secret, and she never mentioned it the
next morning or ever again. She continued to draw outfits on me but
always suggesting she was wearing them rather than me. As University days
ended we eventually split up, but remained the best of friends seeing
each other regularly. She kept up with her music and in several ways, one
of which was as a singer in a blues band. I watched her perform often,
always secretly wishing I could get a chance to enjoy her 'art' lessons
just once more!
It was 5 years later when out of the blue I got a call from Ann. "Chris I
need your help. One of the backing singers in our band, Jane, has had an
awful accident and we have a huge gig tonight at the Entertainment
Centre. I need a fill in quick and know you can help us out since you
know all the songs and moves.
She was right - I had watched her so often that I knew all the songs.
Jane was the alto, handling the lower singing parts and as I was a high
Tenor I would easily take over without any change in overall sound. I had
even helped choreograph many of the routines. They had gone for a sexy
goth look and the 3 girl singers were a major part of the band's success
because of their raunchy singing and dance moves. "Hmm We'll have to
change the moves quite a bit if I am to join because they won't work with
2 girls and a guy" I said, thinking about some of the routines where they
throw themselves in interesting positions at members of the band. "Oh
yes - of course" giggled Ann, "Come round tonight and we'll sort it all
out."
That night I went round to Ann and Suzy's apartment to work on the
routines and practice some of the songs. The singing sounded fantastic
with my voice blending perfectly with the other 2 girls - it was no
different from when Jane sang. Then it was time to work on the
routines.. Ann said she had some new outfits specially made for the 3 new
backing singers. She said she and Suzy would model them for me as they
jumped into the bedroom with a wink. I know you know what's coming dear
Cindy Seranade story reader but I had no idea.
Imagine how stunned I was when 15 minutes later out came 2 French Maids.
It was the sissy maids dress that Ann drew on me 5 years earlier, but
made of shiny PVC. The puffed sleeves and bust were edged with white lace
and the dress started from just below the bust billowing out with
multiple layers of frills. It was short. Very short. But they did not
look like sissies. With blond hair pieces and dark eye shadow with super
red lips combined with impossibly high stiletto heels they were classy
and sexy. Sassy not sissy. "Oh My God" I mouthed as my jaw dropped.
The 2 girls came over to me and rubbed themselves against me adopting one
of the dance routines they used often with the band members. I instantly
got very excited. Then from behind her back Ann pulled out a third dress.
"You think this is Jane's don't you Chrissie" said Ann smiling at me
slyly. I instantly recognised the name she chose to call me by. "It's not
Jane's... it's yours." She threw the gorgeous maids dress at me and I
instinctively caught it and wrapped my arms round the PVC and frills. I
nearly fell over backwards in shock. "But.. Um... Oh...Oh dear!." The
girls laughed out loud and Ann explained that she told Suzy about that
night 5 years ago and they agreed they should get me to be a girl for the
one-off gig. Neither of us wanted to change the band image so it was
essential there were 3 sexy girls. Also with the heavy makeup and use of
wigs and accessories it would disguise my maleness perfectly. No-one will
know it was a different girl.
I won't tell you about the long conversations that followed. How they
said they would not tell the other band members I am a boy. How they
eventually convinced me. How I loved the idea and then how we practised
sexy dance steps into the night. They measured me up to make adjustments
for the dress, which I never got to wear.
2 weeks later it was band night and we 3 were in the dressing room. They
snuck me in without the boys seeing and I was so. My legs were shaking
and my mouth horribly dry. The 2 girls were already in their maids
dresses. "Ok strip Chrissie! And don't be nervous because we've all seen
boys bits before" laughed Ann. I nervously took off my clothes, turning
away as my undies dropped to the ground. Ann dropped a pair of extremely
frilly undies over my shoulder and I gingerly pulled them up my legs,
tucking my growing little thingy inside. The knickers were just gorgeous
- layers of white lace on the front and back like can-can dancer's
undies.
"Right - first a corset," said Ann as she wrapped a white satin stiffly
boned corset round my waist. She told me to stand next to the dressing
table and hang on as she pulled the cords tightly. The corset wrapped
tighter and tighter around my waist, pulling in my stomach and figure.
Then both Ann and Suzie pulled one cord each, with Ann putting her knee
in my back. "Oh God" I cried "Stop - it's too tight. I can hardly
breathe!"
"Just one more Chrissie" laughed Ann as they pulled it in even further.
My waist was tiny, and my body was forced to be erect. The skin of my
chest was pushed up to form the start of some small breasts!. Oh my! It
felt incredibly uncomfortable but absolutely wonderful. I rubbed my hands
down the soft, smooth front, feeling the cold satin against the palms of
my hands, getting used to the feeling of constriction and trying to
breathe in smaller gulps of air.
Ann put some realistic breast forms in the bra top of the corset, which
again pushed my own skin upwards. I had breasts! "Sit down Chrissie"
ordered Ann "It's time for some stockings." I sat down carefully - it
was not easy in this tight corset and the girls took one leg each. They
pushed the jet black stockings over my toes and unrolled them up my legs.
Luckily I had shaved my body earlier on Ann's instructions so my skin
looked smooth and silky. They attached the 6 suspenders to the stockings
under my frilly panties. Then Ann slid on some impossibly high 6 inch
black stilettos and attached the straps to my legs. They were like ballet
laces that wrapped wound my legs to just below the knee. "Try those out
Chrissie" suggested Suzy "let's see if you can manage OK."
A life of sneaking on my mum's stilettos stood me in good stead. I raised
myself up easily and hobbled across the changing room. I had never worn
stockings before so was amazed at the feeling they produced. It's not
like trousers that you don't notice - instead, stockings cling to the
skin of your whole leg. As you walk you feel them moving softly against
you, pulling and caressing you as you move. And for some reason they feel
cold - the gossamer like touch seems to attract a slight breeze as you
walk. It was as if my legs were being caressed by a hundred fairies - a
most amazing sensation.
"I think she likes it" laughed Ann cheekily. I heard the 'she', and
realised I liked being called a 'she'. "I do like it" I whispered,
smiling shyly.
I hadn't seen Suzy who had the maids dress ready to slip over my head.
She came up to me and asked me to extend my arms. She slid it over my
head, through my arms and let it fall down my body like a waterfall. The
dress had 4 layers of petticoats already sewn into it so as it brushed
over me I felt engulfed in frills and lace. Suzy did up the zip at the
back and suddenly my breasts were covered in beautiful black pvc
material, with the white lace gently nestling against the tops of my
breasts. A large white ribbon still dangled down but was swiftly tied
into a huge bow at my back under my bust line.
Looking in the mirror I saw that the hem came just below my panties -
showing them when I swished round. The skirt flared out making it very
girlie. "That's the sissy bit" said Ann "Now the sassy." They sat me in
front of the mirror and started on my face. Layers of thick light
coloured foundation gave me that gothic creamy smooth skin look. Then
they set about my eyes. Long dark lashes were glued on followed by black
liner. They edged out into my eyelids and beyond with layers of dark
mascara, making a point at the sides like Cleopatra. My eyes looked
stunning. They applied lots of blush to my cheeks, which was also a dark
colour. Then came the bit I adore - my lipstick. They applied some lip
liner making my lips fuller and rounder, and then filled it in with 3
layers of the brightest, shiniest red lipstick I had ever seen. Suddenly
I remembered the taste of that night 5 years ago and something twitched
under my dress. I was so glad it was hidden by layers of frilly panties
and petticoats because it was most un-girly at that moment! They finished
my lips off with 2 coats of gloss, making them shinier than a mirror!
I realised I was unrecognisable as a boy, and a spitting image of my
fellow singers. Finally the wig. It was spiky, huge and bright white
blond. It was full of bows and tufts like a gothic princess. It had a
long thick straight fringe that came right over my forehead and half
covered my eyes. This was a masterful stoke that perfectly disguised the
maleness of my eye brows and eye shape. As the 3 of us stared into the
mirror we saw 3 identical twins staring back at us.
I smoothed on some full length gloves, so small at the ends that they
made my hands look dainty and feminine, and my arms were covered from
above by the long puffed sleeves. Finally Ann tied the frilly apron round
me for that perfect Maids look. I was ready.
We all looked at ourselves in the long mirror and just stared silently. I
was so excited. At last I was a girl. Not just a parody of one - I was a
real girl as far as everyone outside this room knew. "Oh heavens
Chrissie" exclaimed Suzy, "You are just perfect!" Both Ann and Suzy gave
me a little kiss and I felt like a sexy princess.
The call came to be on stage and we all ran out. The boys commented on
how pretty and sexy we all looked, and as we ran out on stage to get
behind our microphones there was a huge cheer as every male, and most of
the girls, could not take their eyes off us. The gig went very well. Our
voices sounded fantastic and I didn't put a stiletto wrong. The moves
were so hot. In one routine we stood right next to each other facing
front. We bent forwards singing "ooo", showing our cleavages as our bums
were pushed out backwards. After a count of 4 we stood and turned
seductively to the left and we ended up close behind each other. I was in
the middle with my dress pushing up against Ann. Suzy was behind me
pressing her dress into my body. We were all squashed together as we in
one motion leatn forwards again pushing our bottoms out while still
singing. I felt Ann's bottom push into the front of my petticoats while
Suzi's pelvic bone rubbed gently on my bottom through my dress. My arms
caressed Ann's thighs and I laid my head on her back. Suzy did the same.
We stood and turned again, this time pushing our bottoms out to the
audience seductively before we stood, turned in line and leant forwards
again. The whole routine was stunningly seductive for the audience and
terribly seductive for me as I writhed next to my girlfriends, caressing
their dresses and bodies as we turned.
Dancing in close formation like this dressed and looking identical while
people are captivated is something only girls get to enjoy. I loved being
part of the dance team with my sisters, moving, wriggling and pouting
together. It was the most sensational time of my life. I just loved being
a girl.
At one point Ann and I had to dance up to Brad, the lead singer. We stood
either side of him and raised our stockinged legs up in front of him,
rubbing our stilettos against his crutch. He held us tight as we all sang
close to the microphone. As we moved away Ann and I kissed softly and
quickly in front of him. I could feel his cock move under his jeans as my
foot rubbed against him. I was so naughty!
The gig came to an end and we were received with rapturous applause. Men
scrambled on to the stage and tried to kiss us as we ran for cover. Wow,
almost my first ever boy kiss! Some hours later, after lots of champagne
and celebrations Ann and I were heading home when Brad, the lead singer,
offered a lift home in his taxi. We all snuggled in the back, with Brad
in the middle of us 2 sexy French Maids. I don't know what came over me -
I was so pumped up that I 'accidentally' put my hand on his... as we were
pointing out some sights outside. Brad let out an escape of breath as I
touched him, and I left my hand there 'inadvertently' as I looked
outside. I felt it grow under my touch. I adored the feeling of power I
had over his cock.
"Oh Brad... Sorry" I giggled as Ann looked at me in the eyes and waved
her finger at me mouthing, "Naughty girl." Brad meekly smiled an
embarrassed smile. "Oh here we are at my flat. Brad, do come up for a
night cap." The 3 of us stumbled up to her flat and burst through the
door. Ann didn't waste a second. She leapt on Brad ripping his shirt
clean off his chest and un-buckling his jeans. I just watched in
amazement. She kissed him full on the mouth as she continued to strip
him. As he stood there naked pushing against her lovely maids dress his
erection was clear to see, although I had to laugh because he was as tiny
in that department as I was (oh yes I forgot to mention I was a little
lacking there).
Ann beckoned me over. "Chrissie sweetie, take hold of that and lead Brad
to the bedroom." She pointed to his cock. I looked at her dumbfounded,
but could not resist and stepped forwards. I took hold of Brad by his
erect cock and walked in front of him swaying my bum from side to side as
I tottered on my heels, letting my dress swish around the tops of my
stockings. Brad followed meekly behind, and I knew he was staring at my
lacy panties clearly visible as I swished to the bedroom. I loved the
feeling of his cock in my hands. It was warm and hard, yet also soft. I
loved also the feeling of power as I led this stud of a man to the
bedroom like a little puppy.
At the bed, I let Brad go and gently pushed him onto the bed. I looked
down at him and saw his eyes gazing from my hands to my breasts and down
to my panties and legs.
"Like what you see Brad?" interjected Ann who had followed us in. "Oh
yes, very much. You two are the most gorgeous and sexy girls I have ever
seen." "Would you like us to take you Brad?" quizzed Ann with a soft
smile on her face. "Are you kidding" laughed Brad "YES!."
Ann pushed Brad's shoulders back on the bed and said "Well maybe you need
to be turned on a little more first." At that she held my hand and led me
to the bed, directing me to kneel on one side of his body while she was
on the other. Then placing my hand again on his cock she lent over and
softly kissed my lips. I felt her lipstick smear against mine as she
touched my lips. Brad's cock immediately twitched into action so I moved
my hand slowly up and down. I couldn't believe I was doing this to a man
but I loved it.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to feel Ann's tongue explore my
mouth. She pushed closer to me and turned sideways so our lips could
combine closer as she kissed me softly. My tongue was buzzing as I felt
her tip play against mine. Her hand moved to caress my breasts through
the front of my dress and her other hand ran up my stockings just
stopping below my panty line. Brad was in ecstasy. His eyes were wide
open and breathing hard watching the 2 lesbians as I slowly caressed him.
"Brad" whispered Ann "You won't be able to see much soon because I am
going to sit on you - make sure you use your tongue properly." Brad
gulped as Ann slipped off her panties and sat astride his face facing his
legs. She then took some cream and smothered Brad's cock in it, making
him moan in delight. Then she beckoned me to sit on him. Although nervous
and shaking I was taken by the moment and wanted my first man inside me.
I slipped off my panties, safe in the fact that Brad could not see me
with his face under Ann's petticoats and her pussy 1 inch from his face.
I climbed astride Brad and aimed him upwards. I opened my legs and
lowered myself on him. I knew it would hurt but I was ready. I felt the
wetness touch me as I lowered myself down. Ann was holding my waist under
my dress on my corset with her 2 hands helping me to guide down. Ann also
lowered herself onto Brad's mouth as he started to lick and suck her
furiously. Brad pushed his cock upwards and it suddenly entered me. I
pushed myself down onto him and screamed a high soft girly scream as I
felt him squeeze into my body. Oh my God. It was warm. It was wonderful
yet disconcerting. Something was pushed inside me for the first time
ever. No matter what your frame of mind is you can't help feel violated.
The man pushes and enters and you have to lay back and take him in your
body. He is doing it to you and you are being taken by him. His cock was
exploring my body insides and I had to take him in. I felt strangely
feminine and strangely at the mercy of his shaft even though he was
trapped under us. It hurt a little, but thank God he was small.
Ann started to rock back and forwards on Brad's face as he moaned under
her. She pulled me with her and I started to rock on Brad's cock. Oh My
God! It started to touch areas of me I never knew existed. I felt him
pulse in and out of my body. As it was near the edge it felt wonderful.
Tense but exhilarating. I breathed heavily feeling him inside me. Back
and forwards, back and forwards. The sensation was like that tummy
feeling you get when in love with someone but magnified through my whole
insides as I felt him push into the deep recesses of my girlish body.
Suddenly Ann grabbed my cock and stated it rub it up and down to match my
movements. I could not take it - it was amazing. My dress swished to and
fro as I moved faster. In and out. Faster. In and out. In and out. In and
out. Oh yes. Yes I started to scream. Brad also moaned under Ann's
pussy. Ann smiled at us both - she was in charge of everything. In and
out. Faster faster. In and out faster faster. I felt Ann touch on my
thingy giving me that uncontrollable feeling of sensual excitement. But I
also felt Brad inside me electrifying all my internal organs - this must
be what it is like for a girl. Brad was getting close. I could feel him
as his body was tensing up. Ann said softly "Chrissie and Brad - you may
orgasm after 5." Up and down, up and down "5." Back and forwards "4."
Up and down "3." Back and forwards "2." Up and down "1." "Come Now
girls."
I felt Brad strain suddenly upwards forcing himself right inside me. He
held it there for a few seconds as my own actions matched him. Then he
bucked up and down inside me,. I felt him move and grow and then throb
inside my body. Oh my God it was incredible. I am a girl. I am his. As I
too convulsed into orgasm, Ann covered me with her mouth sucking me as I
exploded into her. My whole body shook, not just my thingy. My whole body
convulsed in a male and female orgasm simultaneously. I shuddered all
over with my tummy quivering and legs shaking uncontrollably. I
eventually felt Brad coming to a halt. I squeezed the muscles in my bum
and it made Brad twitch into me again with a sudden loud moan and his
stomach convulsed too. Ann yelped as he inadvertently pushed his mouth
into her. It made me laugh so I squeezed again and he twitched and
moaned. Ann and I giggled as I continued to milk him.
"Now you two" said Ann. "I am not going to be left out so you can't go
yet Brad." "No" I whispered. "Brad you have to do a good job with your
mouth for Ann because I know she loves it. I will work on her body up
here. But you can't see so I will tell you a story." I remembered that
night with Ann all those years ago and softly whispered..
"You are alone in bed and as the door opens you see us standing there in
the dim light. We are all dressed up ready for you wearing smooth silky
stockings running up our long legs." As I said this I ran my hand up his
leg describing the way they feel. Ann smiled a beaming smile at me and
Brad thrust his tongue greedily into Ann as she started to moan softly.
"The stockings stop just below our skirt level with a wavy lacy top." And
I drew the lacy top on his legs showing him where they would be on us.
"We have on a bright red satin corset clinging to our bodies and shaping
us into an hour glass figure.".....
I hope Ann has another maids dress...
Blaze
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