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Femme de M?nage Part 1
Belladonna
Charles Cannon gave his housekeeper a smile as he walked by her while she
continued her labors. Jane acknowledged the grin, but she did not waiver
from her tasks.
Charles had trouble tearing his eyes away from Jane for reasons he could
not quite understand. There was nothing about Jane that struck him as
particularly alluring.
Jane was roughly the same age as him, but she looked a bit older than he
was. Their hair was similarly speckled grey and black, but while his
long hair made him look distinguished, Jane's shoulder length bob only
served to make her look older than she was. Even though they were the
same height, Jane's overweight build made her appear shorter given her
the stooping she frequently did because of the weight of her large
breasts.
The shapeless dress she worked around Charles's apartment in further
detracted from Jane's attractiveness. While Jane's clothing did her
figure no favors, her thick glasses made Jane's eyes look bigger and her
face look older.
Despite all of the shortcomings regarding her appearance, Charles could
not help but be attracted to her. Part of the reason, Charles figured,
was because she was the only woman he had in his life at that moment.
Charles had long been reclusive, rarely venturing beyond the walls of his
apartment. His ex-wife, Lynn, hated him for that. She wanted to have
more of a social life, but Charles had no interest in serving on
Charitable Boards and going to the high society galas that his wife found
so alluring.
Lynn eventually grew tired of Charles and his hermit lifestyle and took
up with another man. Charles was surprised when she left him, but he was
not devastated by it. Not long after they married, Charles came to the
conclusion that it was only a matter of time before Lynn would leave him
for someone she felt was better fit for her.
While Charles was sad to see her leave, he was slightly relieved by her
departure. He had only married her to satisfy his controlling mother's
wishes, and she was, now, deceased. Even more, while Lynn had once
struck him as the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, her appearance
had waned a little, and he no longer had the same interest in her.
It was not long after Lynn left him, that Charles hired Jane to replace
the housekeeper that Lynn had brought with her to her new lover's home.
While, in Charles's mind, Jane was not comparable to Lynn in terms of
attractiveness, Jane was there.
Given Charles's desolate lifestyle, Jane was often the only woman he saw
for weeks at a time, making her seem more alluring to him than she
normally would appear to be. While Charles realized this, he did not
care. He was happy with his sheltered, cloistered existence where he did
not even know the names of his neighbors that he could sometimes hear
through the floors of his penthouse.
Jane kept Charles's home in order, and she also gave him as much
companionship as he felt that he needed. The fact that she also went
home each evening made his present situation an even better fit for
Charles, as it gave him the chance to engage in the behaviors that he had
to suppress when he lived with Lynn.
Charles's greatest thrills, and greatest shame, came from cross-dressing
as his female persona, Emma. With Lynn out of the way, Charles finally
had the chance to shop for Emma again as he built up a large wardrobe of
female clothes, shoes and accessories
Whenever Jane was not around, Charles indulged in his favorite pursuit of
trying to become beautiful. Charles spent virtually all of his evenings
alone en femme.
Despite his enjoyment of his time en femme, Charles felt a sense of
loneliness coming over him from time to time. Trying to counteract that,
Charles began to increase Jane's hours to spend more time with her.
Their relationship grew from a simple employer-employee relationship to a
more cordial one over the first few weeks. Charles struggled with the
relationship, however, since, even though he enjoyed his time with her,
the more time that Jane spent at his apartment, the less time he had to
enjoy as Emma.
Feeling ashamed about his dilemma, Charles decided to try to maximize his
time with Jane. He took to following her around the home and helping her
clean his penthouse, frequently, to her amusement.
The first time Jane called him her "little helper," Charles was surprised
by how excited it made him. He kept working beside Jane and enjoyed the
opportunity to spend time in close proximity to her.
Charles leered at her while he worked beside Jane too. Jane could not
help, but notice his attraction to her, and it was not long before they
ended up sharing a bed a few times a week when Jane finished her shift
early.
Each time Charles climaxed, he looked at her and felt a sense of shame.
He knew that his parents would have killed him had he touched the help
during their lifetime, and the thoughts they had drilled into him were
deeply engrained.
Despite the shame, Charles could never stay away from Jane for long.
Even though Charles knew that he could do better than her, Jane was
exactly what he wanted in a woman after his vapid wife left him for a
richer and more suave man.
As the evening approached on one of her off days, Jane decided to pay
Charles a surprise visit. She went to his building and entered through
the servants' entrance before she made her way to the elevator and got
into it.
Once she exited the elevator on Charles's floor, Jane walked up to the
door to Charles's penthouse apartment and let herself in. Noticing
Charles's keys on the table by the door, Jane knew that he was home.
Jane closed the door and began to make her way through the apartment to
look for him as her soft soled shoes made barely a sound on Charles's
hard floors.
Deciding to surprise him, Jane chose not to call out his name. As she
moved towards the bedrooms, she heard Charles talking to himself in a
soft voice in the master bedroom.
Jane smiled as she peered through the slightly ajar door and looked at
Charles as he sat before his ex-wife's vanity, putting on makeup. Jane's
eyes drifted from his face and pulled back hair to the red, cap sleeve,
floral patterned lace dress that covered his body. She followed the
dress as it descended down his padded and tucked body and over the nude
sheer pantyhose that were enwrapping his slender legs before the narrow
mesh panel that comprised the hem of his dress ended just before his
knee. Jane's eyes focused on the shape of Charles' narrow waist, which
was accented by the belt of the dress.
The grin on Jane's face grew wider as she saw the straps of his bra
pushing at his dress as he leaned closer to the mirror and smacked his
lips to check his lipstick. Charles gave himself a coy smile in the
mirror before he laughed and smoothed the skirt of his dress with his
hands.
Jane stood there in silence while she watched Charles put on his mascara
and blush. She felt that he seemed transfixed by the increasing
girlishness of the person being reflected back at him in the mirror.
Jane nodded to herself, noting that Charles was very skilled with makeup.
Jane's silence ceased as she heard Charles say, "Hello, beautiful," to
his reflection, prompting her to start laughing.
Charles's head jerked in a violent motion towards Jane. As his face lost
all expression, Charles fell silent.
Jane collected herself and noticed Charles's unease before she said,
"It's okay, baby."
"Jane! It's not what it looks like! I was just...," Charles began reply
as he searched for some rational explanation for why he was sitting
before her in cocktail dress and putting on makeup.
"It's okay," Jane replied again before Charles jumped to his beige,
patent leather, 4 inch high heeled, sandal wearing feet.
Charles stumbled as he moved towards Jane with a haste he was
unaccustomed to in heels. Jane rushed towards Charles to help steady him
before she said, "I love the crisscross straps of those sandals. They're
so pretty."
Charles blushed before he began to provide a series of implausible
explanations and denials that Jane could not help but to laugh at.
"Are you finished?" Jane asked after she heard his latest futile attempt
to explain away his feminized appearance and behavior.
"I...uh...," Charles replied.
"Good. Baby, this isn't a shock to me."
"What?" Charles asked.
"It's okay," Jane replied as she hugged Charles before she continued, "I
knew you dressed like this."
"How?" Charles asked, stunned.
"It was obvious that the clothes in your ex's closet weren't for her."
"I don't understand."
"I've seen the pictures of her. She was like 5'3" and a waif. You're
5'9" and, while you're thin, you're not that thin."
"Oh," Charles replied as he squirmed wondering how Jane was going to use
her knowledge against him.
"I saw the clothing in your ex-wife's closet while I was cleaning, and it
was just so obvious."
"So you knew about this?" Charles asked.
"Well, I knew about the clothes, so I knew you dressed, but I didn't know
about the whole package," Jane replied with a grin as she held out her
arms to the side.
Charles blushed as he hung his head a little before Jane added, "You're
really fetching, baby. You must have been doing this for years."
Charles smiled at her compliment as he nodded and said, "I've been
dressing since I was a kid and using makeup since I was teenager."
"A teenager? Were you pilfering mommy's clothes and makeup, little
girl?"
"Usually, my sister's, until she stopped trying to be a real girl,"
Charles responded.
Jane gave Charles a confused look before she said, "I didn't know you had
a sister."
"We don't talk," Charles responded, hinting that he did not want to
provide an explanation.
Jane nodded in silence, not wanting to press the issue as Charles
appeared to be relaxing while he calmed down. After a moment of silence
between them, Jane asked, "Do you want me to help you finished getting
ready?"
"I don't know about that," Charles answered.
"Why? There's nothing unusual about a maid helping her mistress get
ready," Jane responded with a wink and a laugh.
Charles smiled at Jane's characterization of their relationship and his
status. Charles nodded as he said, "I guess that would be okay."
Jane nodded with a grin as she helped him towards the vanity and touched
up his makeup before she asked if he had any jewelry.
Charles responded, "I typically used to just wear Lynn's, but she took
most of it."
"Most of it?"
"She didn't want some of the stuff I had given her as gifts. I guess she
was a bit ashamed to take them when she left, all things considered."
"Maybe it was her parting gift to you," Jane said with a shrug.
"Maybe," was all Charles could muster in response before Jane inquired
where the jewelry was located.
Charles pointed towards his ex-wife's closet that he had partially filled
with his female clothes and said, "It's the box on the shelf."
Jane patted Charles on the shoulder before she walked over to the closet
and took hold of the box. Jane carried the box over to the vanity and
placed it down.
As she opened the lid, she said, "Oh, you have good taste."
Blushing, Charles replied, "Well, I tried to get her things I would like
to wear if I was in her shoes."
"Considering that they were Louboutins, I can see the need for such
expensive tastes," Jane responded as she took hold of the diamond
necklace before she added, "This will look great on you."
"Thanks," Charles replied as Jane put the necklace around his neck and
locked the clasp behind his head.
Jane then reached into the box and pulled out a silver bracelet and asked
Charles to hold out his wrist. Charles hesitated for a second before he
let Jane put the bracelet on him.
As Charles looked at the bracelet on his right wrist, Jane asked, "So
what's for dinner?"
"Oh, I wasn't thinking about that yet," Charles replied.
"Well, obviously. You're not dressed for cooking, are you girlie?"
"No," Charles replied, slightly confused about the situation he found
himself in.
"What were you planning to eat?"
"I was just going to fix myself a sandwich. Nothing much."
"No, that won't do. I'll make my lovely lady a nice dinner," Jane
replied with a wink.
"Okay," Charles replied slowly, unsure if he should be doing something
different.
With that, Jane turned away from him and headed into the kitchen.
Charles stood in his room in silence for a few moments while he heard
Jane pulling things out of the kitchen cabinets.
Charles stared at his closet and wondered if he should shower and change
into his male clothing before approaching Jane. He knew, however, that
there was nothing he could do that would make Jane change her mind
regarding what she had seen in his bedroom. Consequently, Charles
decided to go see what she was doing as he remained dressed in his
feminine finery.
The sound of his heels clicking on the floor beneath him made him a bit
sick to his stomach, as he knew that the sound was announcing to Jane
that he was coming. Jane turned towards Charles as she heard him
entering the kitchen.
"What are you cooking?" Charles asked.
Sensing his nervousness, Jane smiled as she responded, "A nice chicken
dish. I wanted to keep it light; since I know you must be watching your
figure to look that good in a dress."
Charles blushed at Jane's praise before he wondered if it was somewhat
mocking his masculinity, even though he had gone to great lengths to
cover it up that evening. Scratching the back of his neck, Charles met
her eyes for a second as he said, "Maybe I should get changed."
"Nonsense, you look great."
"No. I think I should."
"What's the point? I've already seen you. You didn't go through all
that trouble making yourself look so pretty just to take it off right
away, did you?"
"No."
"That's what I thought. Now, if you want to make yourself useful, you
can hand me that frying pan."
Charles grinned while he nodded and took hold of the pan. As he handed
it to her, Jane smiled and said, "Good to see you're not just a pretty
face."
Blushing at her compliment, Charles shook his head before Jane told him
how she was preparing the dinner she was cooking for them. Charles
listened and helped her as she cooked it.
When she finished, Charles helped Jane set the table before they sat down
together. Charles stared across the table at Jane while she served them
both, almost not believing what was happening. He knew that his former
wife would never have tolerated him sitting at the table with the help,
and that she never would have permitted him to wear a dress to dinner.
Jane smirked as she sat down after serving him and said, "Aren't we the
sight? A lady and her maid sharing a meal at the same table."
"My mother would not have approved," Charles responded honestly with a
smirk.
"That's what a good mother does, though, babe. She keeps her little girl
away from bad influences."
"Bad influences?"
"You know, bad boys, or in my case, bad girls."
"What makes you so bad?" Charles asked with a grin.
"I don't care much for societal conventions," Jane replied before she
leaned over the table to clasp Charles's head and kiss him deeply.
Charles's head jerked back as Jane released him, sat back down and took a
bite of her food. As she chewed, Jane gave Charles a wink while his
manhood strained within its comfortable nylon confines.
Charles was surprised by Jane's directness. She seemed so different from
the girl that had once been so meek around him before she had grown
comfortable with him as a man. Now, that he was in a dress, Charles
realized that Jane had discarded whatever notions she may have had that
he was something superior to her.
"So did your mom tell you to stay away from the bad girls?" Jane asked
with another wink.
Charles blushed as he nodded his head, feeling, for the first time, that
Jane was too good for him.
"What do you think of the meal, babe?"
"It's great."
"Thanks, oh, you know what? I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't catch your name!"
Jane exclaimed with a laugh and a smile.
Charles twisted in his seat for a moment before he responded, "Emma."
Jane laughed while she said, "Well, thank you, Emma."
"You're welcome," Charles replied with a grin as he blushed and took
another bite.
"Thanks. It's always so nice when such an elegant lady gives you a
compliment like that."
Charles looked Jane in the eye and said, "Well, you also look gorgeous."
"Coming from a lady that struck me as so stunning when I first caught a
glimpse of her tonight, that's an awfully big compliment," Jane answered.
"Thanks, I was always afraid that I was a lady of ill repute," Charles
responded with a smirk.
Knowing that Charles was referring to the shame he felt about his cross-
dressing, Jane responded, "Well, some women do not know how to treat a
lady like you."
"You do though?" Charles asked.
"Of course, especially when she's the lady of the manor instead of the
master."
Charles blushed at her comment, which reminded him of his proper place
within the penthouse. Charles was embarrassed as he looked down at his
dress and the nylons that covered his legs.
Jane noticed his unease and slipped off her shoe. She forced her leg
further under the table and began to stroke Charles's nylon encased leg
with her foot.
Charles's member immediately stirred as his eyes shot up to meet Jane's
loving gaze.
"How do you feel?" Jane asked.
A bit confused, Charles kept silent as Jane kept stroking his leg, making
him feel even more excited as he stared into her eyes.
"Do you want to know how I feel?" Jane asked.
Charles nodded in silence.
"I feel so good knowing that I'm sitting across from this beautiful,
fragile woman."
"Fragile?" Charles asked, feeling a bit nervous.
"Yes, you're a very delicate woman."
"I am?" Charles asked as his member strained beneath him as he heard
Jane refer to him as being the kind of woman he had dreamed of becoming
since he was a child.
"Isn't that what you want to be?"
Charles blushed as he shook his head, prompting Jane to ask, "Then, what
kind of lady do you want to be?"
"I want to a lady like you," Charles replied as felt in awe of the power
that Jane seemed to be wielding through the use of her feminine wiles.
"Like me?" Jane responded with a laugh before she continued, "Oh, a lady
like you never wants to be a lady like me, Miss Emma."
"But I do."
"Do you?" Jane asked with a grin.
"Yes, totally," Charles responded as Jane increased the frequency of the
strokes of his leg, even while she made each stroke longer.
Pointing towards the bedroom area, Jane said, "Then why don't you show me
just how you would want to be treated if you were in my shoes."
Charles's eyes widened as Jane stood up and held out her hand. Charles
got to his heeled feet and hurried slightly behind her while they headed
for his bedroom.
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