A new maid
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So here I was - at the church for the second time eagerly awaiting a
bride to walk down the aisle. I heard an excited murmur and everyone
turned round to see a vision in white. There she was in a full flowing
gorgeous lace wedding dress. It had a tight corseted bodice flashing
brightly with thousands of tiny sequins. Her skirt shimmered and wafted
as she slowly walked in. Just as I had requested, it was a mirror image
of the wedding skirt worn by Princess Grace of Monaco all those years
ago; snow white, sheer and full. Her veil was long but clearly showed
her beautiful face underneath. Her eyes were smoky, her skin white and
her lips as red and shiny as I could imagine possible. My bride was
stunning and I was in heaven.
At the end if the ceremony I was told the husband could kiss the bride.
Her veil was lifted and her ruby red lips were kissed deeply. It was like
being in a dream - she was so beautiful. A little of the lipstick would
now be smeared on the husband's lips, which made me a little excited. I
held her close as we kissed and I pulled her towards me with my hands on
her sexy bottom. Each of us eagerly pulling our bodies together. Even
under the layers of lace and tulle I could feel something unladylike
stirring in her lace panties. I pulled away and smiled at my partner for
life. Only the bride and her new husband knew our secret.
I should take you back to how we met. My first marriage had just failed
and I had been left alone in my house. My wife had also been beautiful
but in her case she had been born a girl, which was my preference in
those days and I would never think of any other way. Life was great but
we eventually drifted apart and I had just been left alone. I am one of
those males that is hopeless at housework - cooking, cleaning and general
house organisation do not come at all naturally. I had been alone 2
weeks and already things were falling apart. I really needed some home
help but cash was hard to find at that time since I had bought out my
wife's half of the house.
I was sharing this sad situation with a colleague at work, who happened
to be gay, when he told me that he had a solution. He said there were
plenty of transvestites who would be willing to do all of the cooking and
housework if they could be allowed to dress up as a girl. I was fairly
stunned at this - I had never heard of such a thing and was not really
sure what I felt about it. But my friend was very insistent and convinced
me to try it out.
We looked at a site called tvchix and he showed me all the 'gurls' on
line. Some looked fairly ordinary but others were really pretty. And he
was right - lots of them wanted the opportunity to be maids and serve
their 'masters'. Some of them were dressed in really sexy French maid's
outfits and I had always loved girls who would dress up prettily like
that. Some were so pretty that they actually started to turn me on! It
was really weird, but I thought it was a good way to get some free home
help. We looked around at some of the gurls and picked out a young man,
22 years old, who had a fresh face and was looking for a live-in
situation. I left it all to my friend to organise.
A week later I was at home waiting for my friend to arrive with the new
home help. My help's name was Samuel or Sam as he liked to be called when
dressed as a girl. My friend introduced me to Sam and then he left us
alone to work out the details.
Sam was in boy mode still. He was thin and quite petite for a boy with a
small frame and smooth skin. His face was thin and he had high cheek
bones. He had blond hair, which was long and held in a pony tail. I
noticed that his eyebrows were shaped and he had the longest lashes I had
ever seen on a boy, or even a girl for that matter. We chatted for a
while and it was rather awkward. He eventually asked if he could get
changed so I led him to his room and left him alone.
It took an hour before I saw him again. But this time it was not a boy
but a very pretty girl. He had on a short black circle mini skirt and a
tight black t-shirt showing a small pair of breasts. I had not noticed
those before when he was in boy mode. He wore fishnet stockings and a
pair of low heels. He had let his hair down and put on a little makeup.
In front of me stood a girl. Samuel had gone and Sam had arrived. She
was pretty - prettier than I could have imagined. I liked her very much.
For the rest of the day, Sam busied herself tidying and making the place
look presentable. In the evening she made dinner and we sat nervously
down opposite each other. She ate like no-one I had ever seen. She was
delicate and her red lips sucked the food off her fork in such a
seductive way - how did she do that! She knew how to be a girl - not a
normal girl - a very sexy parody of a girl. We did not speak much, but
kept looking at each other occasionally without the other one noticing.
It was a strange dinner but I liked it.
Sam had been with me for a week and we had been acting pretty much the
same way - nervously working each other out. Occasionally we would bump
into each other as she would run from the bathroom in her pink fluffy
towel. I had noticed she wore the same outfit every day, washing it in
the evening. I realised she did not have many girly clothes and thought
that even though cash was not plentiful I should spend some savings on
attiring my new maid properly.
After chatting to my gay work friend we ended up on a shopping spree for
Sam. I spent far too much money but seemed to get carried away with the
thought of having my maid looking sexy and feminine. I took my packages
home and snuck them up into Sam's room while she was busy in the laundry.
I laid everything out on the bed and could not wait for her to see what I
had bought for my girl. I called Sam up.
When Sam entered she stood there transfixed. She gulped and actually
seemed to go all wobbly before recovering herself. On the bed were 7
maid's dresses - one for each day of the week. Everyone was the same
style. Puff sleeves with rings of soft lace at the edges. They had
sweetheart necklines, quite low so I would be able to see her small
cleavage. They had very tight bodices with lace up backs - something I
would need to do for her. The skirts were very full but very short. They
would just cover her bum and let me see her panties when she bent down.
They were edged with layers of frilly lace and the back of the skirt was
cut away so that the petticoats would be visible. Each dress was a made
of shiny satin of a different colour. Black, light pink, shocking pink,
baby blue, pastel yellow, deep red and even a totally white one. There
were 7 immensely full layered petticoats laid on her bedroom chair.
I had bought lots of different packages of stockings, several corsets of
different colours, high 6 inch stilettos shoes and a row of full lacy
ruffle panties. I had spent a fortune but knew it was worth it. Sam was
overwhelmed. It struck me that a real girl would hate this, while Sam
clearly loved the idea. She effused thankfulness and hugged me, kissing
me on the cheek. It was the first time we had actually touched apart from
the first manly shake of hands when we met. We both pulled away
sheepishly, looking anywhere but at each other. What the hell was
happening to me!
Sam ushered me out the door and I went downstairs to wait for my new maid
to appear. Yet another hour passed and then I heard the distinct sound of
stiletto on wood as she walked down the stairs.
Now it was my turn to go weak at the knees. She had chosen the light pink
dress. Her legs were smooth and long, accentuated by baby pink high
stilettos. She had the best legs I had ever seen - on a boy or a girl.
She had pink nail varnish on her dainty little hands, and her thin arms
looked perfect coming out of the ruffles of her puffed sleeve. She had
curled her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders. Somehow she had
accentuated her bosom, and I could clearly see a small cleavage. Her
skirt was short just covering the layers and frills of her petticoat that
poked seductively out the bottom. I knew it only just covered her frilly
panties. She was not quite ready, because her dress was not properly done
up at the back and she was holding it up awkwardly at the front.
Sam walked up to me and turned round, asking me to 'do her up'. I could
see she had chosen a white satin corset which she had partly laced up. I
grasped the laces and pulled tightly, constantly pulling up and down from
the top and bottom while it squeezed her body tighter and tighter. I
really wanted her to have as small a waist as possible so kept tugging
and pulling. She gasped again and again but did not complain, and she had
to hold on to the door handle so she could steady herself against my
never-ending tightening. I must admit I started to feel slightly like
dominating her, as I pulled her waist into a tiny circumference. Then I
laced up her satin maid's dress over the top and clicked in place a
little lock that meant she could only slip out of her dress when I
allowed it.
Sam stepped away and turned round, looking deep into my eyes. Her tiny
waist made all the difference. She was absolutely gorgeous. It was then
that I noticed how she had made up her face. She had put on a heavy layer
of light foundation, which had the effect of smoothing out her skin so
she looked like a porcelain doll. With rouged cheeks and that everso red
lipstick the impact was amazing. She had extended her lashes and spent a
long time on her eyes making layers of colour from her lids up to her
arched brows. The colours went from dark smoky red to light pick. She
looked like a model and a doll at the same time. My God she was so sexy.
Sam gave a slight curtsey and walked off to the kitchen. Her dress swayed
as she sashayed across the room on her heels. She had obviously worn
heels before because she had no problems balancing on them and managed to
accentuate the roll of her hips. The sound of the petticoats and satin
washing against the neighbouring layers added an extra layer of
excitement. There was the most stunning, sexy girl I had ever met. And
she was mine. She was also a boy underneath, but at that moment, it was
far from my mind as I started to feel some movement in my jeans. I did
not care.
Sam came back with a glass of red wine and bade me to sit down. For the
next 2 hours I sat in my armchair and read a book. Sam made sure she
spent most of her time in the same room, bending over away from me,
reaching high and mincing across the room. Occasionally she would catch
sight of herself in the mirror and stare for a few minutes, brushing down
the front of her dress and turning round to see the cut away and her
petticoat frills. She would then turn round and glance at me, smiling
softly.
It was getting late and I started to yawn. Sam came over and asked if I
would like her to take my shoes off. I said yes and she knelt down
slowly in front of me. Her hair glistened as she lowered her head to look
at my shoes. I could smell her perfume as it wafted into my nostrils. I
could not help stare into her cleavage showing her small white breasts
wriggle as she toyed with my laces. She nestled my feet into her lap,
letting them lay between her kneeling legs into the crevasse created. I
knew my feet were rubbing against her and she wriggled slightly from side
to side - I am not sure she even knew she was doing it. I could feel a
slight movement under her dress and I knew she was getting excited. For
some reason that excited me too.
Sam took off my shoes and then my socks, but she left my feet nestled
into her crutch. Without looking at me she softly massaged my toes. She
produced a small bottle of scented oil and dribbled it on my feet before
continuing her gentle message. Rubbing her small hands over my feet and
between my toes, I could see her red nails moving over my feet. The
feeling was gorgeous. Every now and again she would wriggle in her dress
and I would feel my ankles rub against her as she would let out a soft
moan. I was starting to get very excited. No girl had ever done this to
me before, and no girl had ever looked so devastatingly beautiful. She
oozed sex.
After what seemed like hours it was clear I had an enormous erection. I
could not hide it and I caught Sam glancing at it and smiling to herself.
Sam then started to kiss my feet and toes. Moving my big toe into her
mouth, she enveloped it with her shiny ruby red lips. In and out. In and
out while looking at me intently with her large doleful eyes. It was my
turn to let out a small groan. Then Sam surprised me. She stood up and
leaned forward, pulling my tee shirt off. I let her do it, all the while
staring into her blue eyes. She unbuttoned my jeans and slid down the
zip, softly pushing down on me with the edge of her hand. She then went
back to my feet and started to tug my jeans down from the hem. I lifted
up my body and let her pull them off. My boxers had lost their waist
elastic ages ago and they slid off with the jeans. I was naked and it was
very clear I was excited.
Sam wriggled in her dress from side to side and slid off her lacy
panties, which she laid on my crutch, covering me in lace and hiding my
excitement. For some reason I could not explain having this lace against
my skin was even more exciting. So instead of hiding my excitement I
tented out further from beneath the rows of frilly lace.
Sam kissed my toes again, but after a while she moved up my legs. Kissing
the inside softly and gently, letting her red lipstick brush against my
skin. I put my hands on her silky blond hair gently feeling her head move
up my body. Sam knew how to tease me. She passed my knees kissing all
the time and came to just below my balls. She bypassed this area and
kissed all around me. Never actually touching my sensitive areas. I was
going wild. My cock was twitching wildly under the lace of her panties. I
needed her.
Sam slowly lifted her panties off me and slid them up one of my arms so
they nestled over my shoulder. I was wearing her panties but not in the
normal way. It felt exciting. I knew what was coming and I wanted it.
She moved her face up to mine and kissed me. It was like a bolt of
electricity over my body. She did not force me or kiss me hard, but
instead kissed gently like a fairy caressing my lips with her wings. It
was like I would imagine 2 girls would kiss. Soft and delicate. I needed
her.
Sam pulled away and kissed my neck, then she slowly moved down and kissed
my chest. She wriggled on me and I became aware of the satin of her dress
rubbing against my cock. It felt heavenly. I realised I loved the feel of
her dress. The soft satin against my excited sensitive skin was
overwhelming. I wanted to feel it more. It struck me that I wanted to
wear her dress. It was an of=dd sudden desire and it confused me,
although only briefly because suddenly I felt a strange sensation as Sam
kissed my nipples. She sucked and bit them slowly and softly.
Occasionally she bit me harder and pulled my nipples out. I moaned and
she grasped my breast skin making it into a small breast and I asked her
to suck me harder. I wriggled against her body as she sucked me, feeling
my cock rubbing against her dress and her frilly petticoat and getting my
breast sucked like a girl.
Sam's kisses left my nipples and went lower down my abdomen. Yes, I
needed her. At last she held my cock. I felt her small fingers wrap round
my shaft and then almost exploded when her lips touched my tip. Her
tongue worked round and round my tip and she lifted it up and started to
lick me in that little sensitive dimple where the skin of the foreskin
meets on the underside. I could not believe how sensitive this was. I
moaned more and started to push into her but she kept me away. I needed
her mouth round me but she ran her tongue round and round, round and
round. Making me wild with excitement. I was hers and would do anything
she wanted. She would not take me in her mouth and I begged her to suck
me. I begged her again and again. She smiled but would not let me in her
mouth.
Then Sam surprised me again. I had not noticed what she was doing but she
had slipped out of her petticoat and was pulling it up my legs. She
stopped kissing me and pulled my cock straight up, like a lead. My bottom
followed and she tugged the petticoat over my bum. I was wearing a
petticoat. Then she produced a tube of red lipstick. She held my chin
while she softly smeared the gorgeous red wax over my lips. I was shocked
but too excited to resist. She looked at my lips and said I looked very
sexy, all the while circling her wet finger round that sensitive part of
my cock under my petticoat. My petticoat! I was wearing a petticoat, had
frilly panties draped over my arm and my lips were pouting with red
lipstick. I was being seduced by a pretty boy in a dress. And I did not
care.
Sam stood up and lifted my petticoat. She whispered in my ear that I
looked as pretty as her and asked me if I wanted to wear one of her
dresses. She wriggled herself against me as I realised she had straddled
me. Her dress was now cascading on my legs as she lowered herself down
rubbing her boy pussy against me. She said again - did I want to be her
girl. At that point I would do anything for her. I had no cares and no
inhibitions. I was in ecstasy. I could not believe that I whispered yes.
Then she asked if I wanted her to take me. I moaned yes and begged her to
take me.
Sam lowered herself on me. Her hand caressed my cock and applied more of
the oil. Then I felt myself enter her body. She was tight and I was huge.
Sam moaned as she directed me in. Oh My God. Oh my God. She was
wonderful. She stopped at the tip and looked me in the eye. After this,
she said, I want you to wear my white maid's dress. If you agree, she
said, I will take you. I had no choice. I wanted her. Yes I said, yes yes
yes. I entered her body and felt my skin pull back against her pussy as
she moaned in delight. Then she moved up and down on me. Up and down. Up
and down. She kissed me hard this time. Her tongue searching into my
mouth. She whispered sexy things into my ear and rode me faster and
faster. Faster and faster. I felt myself coming to a climax. Oh my God I
moaned and moaned and she too started to scream in ecstasy.
Then it happened. Together we exploded into glorious orgasm. I felt
myself pump everything I had into her sweet body. I did not notice that
she had been holding her own cock under her dress. And while I was still
writhing she put her hand over my mouth and I tasted her juices as she
forced them into my mouth. Then she kissed me and we both savoured the
result of our love making.
I was hers forever and nothing was ever going to be the same again.
That is how we met, and that is why I am standing next to my cute young
slim husband who used to be my maid while wearing a wedding dress she
chose for me. On our honeymoon we will both be girls but for now I was
the bride and I will promise, love and obey her forever.
Latisha
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