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Femme de M?nage - Part 4
Belladonna
[Author's Note: This Story is the Fourth of Five Parts]
The next morning, Charles arose and put on one of Jane's dresses over a
pair of cheap hosiery that Jane had seemingly passed down to him. He
slipped on her plain flats and walked into the kitchen.
Charles made breakfast for himself and began to clean the penthouse in
silence before he heard Jane stirring in the master bedroom. A short
while later, she greeted him before she made her way into the kitchen and
made herself breakfast.
Once she finished eating, Charles figured that Jane was going to help him
with his cleaning. Charles nodded his head as he heard her cleaning up
in the kitchen while he dusted the furniture in the living room.
As Charles heard her finish tidying up in the kitchen, he turned his head
towards the pass-through and waited for Jane to enter the room.
Surprised by her failure to do so, Charles assumed that Jane was taking a
break to get changed.
Charles began to hum a tune while he took hold of the vacuum cleaner and
began to clean the floor of the living room. As he vacuumed the floor,
he thought back to his night with Jane.
The thought of the feeling of her hands over his body as he crawled into
bed beside Jane in a dress that was very similar to her own made him
quiver. Charles daydreamed about the powerless feeling he felt when she
pinned him beneath her large thighs while she pulled off her dress and
grinded her pantyhose covered groin against his.
Charles's fantasy was broken up when he heard plodding footsteps in the
other room over the sound of the vacuum cleaner. Charles turned it off
and smiled once he heard Jane approaching the room.
Charles's smile faded as he saw Jane dressed in a pair of black
sweatpants, a tee-shirt and sneakers. Charles felt that Jane hardly
seemed dressed for working around the penthouse.
"Where are you headed?" Charles asked.
"I contacted that trainer you told me about last night, and he said he
could squeeze me in this morning."
"Oh," Charles replied before he looked around his home.
"Unless you need me around here today," Jane responded.
"No. I think I can handle it."
"I'm sure you can. You really started to come along well yesterday."
"I have a great teacher," Charles replied while he clutched at the ill
fitting, thin calico dress Jane was letting him wear.
"And don't you forget it, you lucky little girl."
Charles blushed and smiled in response before Jane grinned as she added,
"I'll see you a little later, Emma."
Charles nodded in silence before he watched Jane exit the penthouse and
got back to his cleaning duties.
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"Emma, can you get me a bottle of water?" Jane called out to Charles
from the living room while she rested before the television.
Charles pulled his hands out of the pink rubber gloves he had put on to
clean the bathroom. The scent of the gloves lingered on his hands while
he turned on the sink and washed them, feeling the calluses that had been
building up on his hands over the prior three months. He dried his hands
with a towel before he pulled his short sleeved, gray cotton dress
downward to straighten it out over the black wool tights he had taken to
wearing as the months grew colder.
After heading into the kitchen, Charles took hold of a bottle of water
and pulled it out of the refrigerator. Charles carried the bottle into
the living room, where Jane was lounging with her shoes off, resting
after another hard session with her personal trainer.
Charles smiled while he looked over her body, which was significantly
slimmer than it had been when they shared their first night together.
Her morning and evening sessions with the trainer, six days a week, had
done wonders for health and appearance.
Due to her daily exercise program and the low calorie diet the trainer
recommended for her, Jane lost weight at a consistent rate. Charles
frequently praised Jane's improved appearance. Jane beamed at his praise
while she saw the pounds falling off her body at each daily weigh in.
Charles, however, was seeing the opposite happening with his body. He
had trouble understanding why his own weight seemed to increase by the
day. Sometimes it was not noticeable day-to-day, but Charles knew that
he was gaining between two and five pounds each week.
At first Charles thought little of it, but the increasingly paunchiness
of his stomach became too obvious for him to ignore. He decided then to
ask Jane if she had noticed anything different about him.
Jane smiled while she answered, "You still look pretty as always."
"I think I'm looking a little fat," Charles replied, embarrassed to be
speaking the words.
Jane laughed before she asked, "And why do you think you're fat?"
"I tried on one of my dresses the other day."
"Which one?"
"The teal one."
"That dress is so pretty."
"Yes, but it didn't fit me right anymore."
"How so?"
Charles answered, "When I put it on. I had trouble getting it on in the
first place, and my stomach and my ass pushed it away from my body. I
thought it was going to rip."
"Oh, my baby got back," Jane said with a laugh as she stared at his rear.
Blushing Charles replied, "I didn't used to."
"I'm just playing with you, baby. Big asses are the curse of us
cleaners," Jane said before she stood up and slapped her significantly
shrunken and more toned rear, which bore little resemblance to the one he
ogled beneath the straps of an apron three months earlier.
"Yours doesn't look that big," Charles replied.
Jane smiled as she kissed and hugged him before she replied, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Charles replied, with a familiar sense of unease about
the situation returning to him as Jane released him.
"But is there something wrong with me?" Charles asked.
"What's wrong with you? Have you seen the way you eat?"
"I'm eating what you eat."
"No, you're not," Jane rejoined with a laugh before she continued,
"Whenever you eat one of those chicken dishes or salads that my trainer
recommended for me, you cover them in condiments. You drink sodas with
them, I drink water. All that little stuff adds up."
"I guess."
"And that's not all."
"What?"
"I don't snack anymore. I see you sneaking little food throughout the
day. Those little comfort food snack cakes you like, they should be
called big ass cakes because that's what they do to your body."
Charles blushed while he thought about the several times of day he rested
and had a quick snack. It was far more often than he wanted to admit,
but the little pleasure he felt from consuming the cheap sweets made him
feel happy for a moment.
Knowing he had deluded himself regarding the growing pudginess of his
body, Charles hung his head for a moment before Jane said, "It hasn't
been all bad for you."
Charles gave her a curious look before Jane explained, "I mean, sure
you've gained weight, but you've gained a lot of experience over the past
three months. You're far more of a real woman, now, than you used to be
when you were thin."
Charles blushed at her comment, taking it as compliment. Jane noticed
that he responded to her with the reaction she wanted him to give,
prompting her to press forward, "And you're really becoming a woman like
me."
"But you're getting thinner," Charles countered.
"Thanks again. I never get tired of that one, but you told me that you
wanted to become a woman like me back when I was a heavy little thing,
and, now, you're becoming that woman, Emma."
Charles's member surged in response to Jane's comment even while he
blushed, ashamed at the excitement he felt. Jane moved towards him and
hugged him before she said, "And just think of all the coaching I've been
giving you. I've been drilling those mannerisms into you, and that voice
that's become so delightfully higher as well. It practically seems likes
it's natural to you, now, like it's almost your true voice."
Jane comment made Charles blush while his member poked at the back of his
tights before Jane's hands ran down his side. She clasped his large rear
in her hands as she kissed him and found the feeling of the tip of his
hardened manhood beneath the dress and tights and gently rubbed it with
her fingertip. Charles's eyes opened wide before she slowly moved her
hands back up to his lower back
Jane released him and said with a wink, "Now, get your big round ass into
the kitchen, maid."
Charles's manhood strained within his tights while he scurried into the
kitchen to make Jane the dinner that was prescribed by her personal
trainer for that day of the week. Charles prepared the chicken dinner
for Jane and called out to her once he finished placing it on the table.
As Jane entered the room, Charles's jaw dropped while she casually
strolled in wearing the teal dress he had so struggled to even fit over
his body the day before. Charles's memory drifted back to when he
purchased the dress after taking his measurements in his bedroom.
Everything about the dress that fit Jane so well had been tailored to hug
his en femme body perfectly.
Jane spun around as she asked, "So how do I look?"
"Breathtaking," Charles replied, stunned to see how the portly cleaning
woman he had invited into his home and bed, now, wore the dress he bought
for himself better than he could at that moment or, likely, ever had.
Part of Charles thought the dress looked more appropriate on Jane than it
ever did on him too. The dress accentuated her every curve without
showing the bulge at the stomach that had been present when he could not
even fully pull up the rear zipper the day before. While her rear poked
at the back too, it was not more than the dress could seem to handle,
unlike when he tried it on the day before.
Charles's eyes darted down from Jane's dress to the three inch heeled
black sandals with a T-strap and an ankle strap that had been resting on
the floor at the bottom of his closet. Jane noticed his glance and
asked, "Do you like?"
"I always loved them," Charles replied.
"I was surprised that they fit me so well, but, since I've lost some
weight, your shoes fit me a lot better."
Charles nodded, knowing how snug his pumps and sandals in the closet fit
him when he tried them on the day before and how much easier his feet now
slipped into Jane's flat shoes than his heels.
"You don't mind, do you?" Jane asked.
"No. Mi casa es su casa," Charles replied prompting Jane to laugh.
"Thanks, you're really making me feel like a lady, Emma."
Charles nodded in response while his member throbbed between his legs
before Jane added, "And my old shoes just slip right off my feet when I
put them on, now, so consider them yours."
Charles's eyes rose to meet Jane's before she sat down. Charles then
took his customary place at the table. Charles noticed Jane's hand
reaching for the serving spoon, prompting him to almost instinctively
snatch it away so that he could serve her. Jane's hand continued towards
the spoon and came to a rest on Charles's hand.
Charles was surprised by how smooth her hand had become. He remembered
the rough calluses that had been on her hands before she slowly reduced
her hours working around the home. Now, they were largely as smooth as
his had ever been and were much softer given the lotion she rubbed them
with constantly.
The feeling of her hand aroused Charles while she let her hand linger on
his for a few moments. As Jane moved her hand away from his, she said,
"How, silly of me. I shouldn't be trying to take your place."
Charles blushed as he took the serving spoon and placed the food onto
Jane's dish before he sat down and served himself.
As Jane took a bite of the meal he placed in front of her, she moaned
before she said, "This is so good, Emma."
"Thank you," Charles replied, thrilled by her satisfaction with the meal
and excited by her moan.
"It's just so wonderful," Jane added before she reached across the table
and caressed his hand.
Charles blushed in response before he used his other hand to brush away
the sweat that was forming on his brow.
"What's wrong, Emma?" Jane asked.
"It's this heat."
"It's only 68 in here," Jane replied.
"I know, but it feels hotter when you're moving around and cooking."
"I can relate. I used to be in your shoes," Jane replied with a laugh.
Charles squirmed turned on by her comment before he managed to muster the
courage to say, "You said used to."
"Well, I haven't worn those shoes in a while. If the shoe doesn't fit,
you know...," Jane countered.
"That's just it. When I started wearing your shoes, you were still
working beside me, but it's been a few weeks since you lifted a finger
around here."
"I've just been so tired from all the exercising I've been doing. It's
hard work to look this good."
"I know," Charles replied, hanging his head a little.
"Don't you like me looking good for you," Jane asked while she slipped
off her shoe and ran her nylon covered foot across his tights covered
leg.
"Yes," Charles replied with a stammer, turned on by the feeling of Jane's
foot brushing his leg.
"You know it doesn't come easy."
"Nothing seems to," Charles replied.
"Would you prefer that I take time away from the gym and start cleaning
again?"
"Maybe," Charles replied, unsure of what he desired at that moment.
"You don't know. You don't know what you want? You've been in my shoes
for months, and you're still not honest with yourself."
Charles blushed in response to her chiding before Jane added with a
smirk, "Do you want to go back to the way it was, Charles Cannon being
the master and me being his maid? Do you want Charles in charge of me?"
Charles was silent for a moment before the smirk left her face when Jane
forcefully asked, "Do you, girl?"
Charles shook his head before Jane took another bite of her food and ran
her foot up his leg again and asked, "So you like being a maid?"
"Yes," Charles muttered.
"I couldn't hear that, Emma. Speak up," Jane chided before she took
another bite.
"Yes, I like being a maid."
"And doesn't a maid work in someone else's service?" Jane asked.
"Yes," Charles replied.
"And whose service would you prefer to work in rather than mine?"
"I don't understand," Charles answered.
"If I was a maid with you, we would have to work in someone's service.
We couldn't be two maids without a master or a mistress. If I'm not the
lady you want to serve, then who is?"
"I don't know."
"There are plenty of ladies in this area that would kill to have a maid
as good as you. Why, I bet even Charles Cannon's ex would love to have
you in her service."
Charles's member surged again as he thought about his haughty ex-wife and
how dismissive she had been to their maids. Jane noticed his expression
while she caressed his hand and worked her foot under Charles's dress and
towards his crotch.
Sensing the heat from his enlarged manhood, Jane added, "It feels like
that's what you really want."
Charles shook his head as vigorously as he could, knowing that the
embarrassment of working in his ex-wife's service would be too much for
him to bear before he shouted, "No. I only want to serve you."
Jane leaned back in her chair and smiled at Charles and replied, "I'm
glad you could finally admit that."
Charles was silent as Jane examined his flush cheeks. She crossed her
arms before she inquired, "So you like serving me?"
Despite his embarrassment with his admission, Charles nodded in response.
"Good. So, I'm your lady?" Jane asked.
Charles nodded again in response, prompting Jane to add, "I need to hear
it from you."
"You're my lady," Charles replied before Jane lowered her foot and begin
to rub it along Charles's leg to further enhance his arousal before she
ordered him to stand up.
Charles complied with her order before Jane told him to come over to her.
Charles walked around the table. Jane then got to her feet and forced
her tongue into his mouth.
Charles squirmed while Jane's slender hands caressed his chubby body
before she let her fingers briefly touch the tip of Charles's hardened
member. Charles blushed as Jane released him from her grip.
Jane grinned for a moment before she struck a strong tone and said,
"Clear the table, Emma, and bring out the desert I bought this
afternoon."
"Yes, Jane," Charles replied, prompting Jane to reply, "It's yes, Madame
or Mistress, now, Emma."
As his straining manhood wiggled within his tights, Charles nodded before
he replied, "Yes, Madame."
Charles began to clear the table while Jane went into the living room to
await her desert. Charles scurried about the dinning room and kitchen as
he cleaned the plates, cutlery, pots and pans and put them away.
When he finished, Charles looked at the bakery box on the counter and
brought it to the table. He made Jane a cup of coffee the way she liked
before he made himself a cup as well.
He placed the cups on the table and walked towards the living room.
Placing his hands to his sides as he entered the room, Charles looked at
Jane and said, "Madame, desert is served."
Jane gave him an approving nod while she got to her feet. As Jane got to
her high heeled feet, Charles realized that there was no game that she
was playing with him. Charles felt in his heart that Jane had become his
mistress and the lady of the home. Jane the maid was gone, replaced by
the woman he had become.
Subserviently following Jane to the table, Charles wondered if this had
always been his proper place. Doubts lingered in his mind about
everything he had been before Jane came into his life. Charles struggled
with his conclusion that he was finally where he was supposed to be in
body and mind his whole life.
Jane gave the table a strange look before she turned towards Charles to
ask, "Where's the other box."
"What other box?" Charles asked.
"The one in the fridge."
"I didn't know."
"Now, you do. So get going, girl," Jane chided.
Charles nodded, scurrying towards the kitchen, unsure of why Jane's
condescending tone was making him so aroused. He took the box out of the
refrigerator, opened it and stared at the cheesecake.
After taking hold of a silver pastry serving knife, Charles carried the
cheesecake to the dinning room and placed it in front of Jane. Jane
smiled at it before she said, "It's not for me, Emma."
Charles gave her a strange look as Jane reached for a low fat cookie and
said, "I got that cake as a special treat for you."
"For me?"
"Yes," Jane replied.
"Thank you, Madame," Charles replied as he served himself a piece of the
cheesecake and sat down.
Charles savored the sweet taste in his mouth before Jane asked, "Do you
like it, Emma?"
"Yes, Madame," Charles replied.
"I just had a thought, Emma," Jane then said.
"About what?"
"About your struggles with the heat. I think we should do something
about it."
"Like what?"
"Get that hair off your back for starters. You've just got too much for
a maid your age. I mean, you're not out there looking for a man, are
you?"
Charles blushed while he replied, "Of course not."
"Then you should ditch the long hair and go with something a little more
suitable for a maid like you."
"Yes, Madame," Charles replied.
Smiling at his subservience, Jane then added, "I'll get you the number of
this girl I used to go to."
"Is she good?"
"If by good, you mean cheap, then yes. She's nothing special in the
haircutting department. She's a cleaner, just like you, but she cuts a
lot of girls' hair who can't afford to go to a salon."
Charles nodded in response before he said, "Please make me an
appointment, Madame."
Jane laughed while she replied, "There are no real appointments with
Pola, but I'll see what I can do. It'll be good for you. It'll allow
one of us to really look like who we're supposed to be."
"What do you mean, Madame?" Charles asked.
"You'll look like the maid you are when she's done with you."
"But what about you?"
"I still won't look truly like the lady of the home."
"I don't understand, Madame, you're beautiful and elegant and..."
"I'm wrinkled, Emma. Look at me. My figure might be on the upswing, but
the weight loss has invited all these wrinkles to start to show up on my
skin."
"I think you're beautiful the way you are," Charles replied.
Jane nodded and smiled as she stroked Charles's hand before she said,
"Thank you, but I just don't share your opinion. I don't look as good as
the other ladies my age."
"They all had plastic surgery," Charles countered.
"Is that the answer?" Jane asked with a smile.
Charles hemmed and hawed before Jane added, "My trainer recommended the
Natural Lift."
"What's that?" Charles asked.
"It's like a facelift."
"Like a facelift? What's like a facelift?"
"It's a mix of botox, other injections and removal of the fat along the
neck and jowl."
"So they're injecting with you poison and doing surgery, what exactly is
natural about that?" Charles inquired.
"It's more natural than a real facelift. I think that's the reason for
the name. It's also a much shorter recovery time."
"I don't think you need it."
Jane shook her head while she replied, "I just want feel good about
myself once before I die."
Charles was shocked by Jane's response. He could not believe that she
could not see the strong, beautiful woman he saw.
Stunned by Jane's self-perception, Charles shook his head while he
replied, "If you want to get it, go ahead, Madame."
Jane smiled in response as she stood up, leaned across the table and
kissed Charles deeply.
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