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Eileen's invitation to the party was somewhat unexpected, since we had
rarely talked since we stopped dating a few months ago. The split had
been amicable. I had found her intriguing and very sexy, but she was not
interested in giving our relationship another try. Her intent was to
introduce me to a friend of hers; someone she thought would be just
perfect for me. Although I sounded interested on the phone, my real goal
was to just mingle at the party, and see if another man had made a
significant presence in Eileen's life.
When I arrived at the party, it was in full flow, with people all over
her small house. The music was loud and the drone of many small
conversations increased the noise level so that nods and eye contact were
required if any distance separated the guests. Not seeing Eileen at
first, I got myself a drink and began to mix with the other guests. Most
of the people I didn't recognize, except for some friends I had met when
Eileen and I were dating. Soon, I spotted Eileen, she was standing with
a group of people and I was engaged in small talk with some old
acquaintances. Unable to break away, I gave her a small wave and
continued the conversation. Soon, I was able to end the engagement and
worked my way over to where she was now sitting.
She was perched on a small ottoman in front of an older, although still
quite beautiful, woman. When I arrived, Eileen stood up and introduced
me to her friend, Kathryn. I smiled and took the offered hand, but was
somewhat puzzled. This was the friend, who Eileen wanted me to meet? As
I said, this woman was pretty in a mature refined way, but was not the
type of woman I usually found attractive. I mean I was only 30, and this
lady was likely in her mid-50s, she looked more like a matron to me.
Kathryn was dressed in an elegant teal satin cocktail dress with long
lace sleeves and a heart shaped cutout provided only a modest look at her
large breasts. Eileen chatted on, seeming unaware of my slight
disinterest in Kathryn. Unlike Eileen, Kathryn sat and remained silent,
attentively listening to Eileen while she eyed me up and down. Her
obvious appraisal of my body struck me as unusual given her refined
appearance. I thought, perhaps she is looking for some young stud for a
quick fuck, or even a limited sexual liaison. This could at least lead
to an unexpected bout of sex tonight, and perhaps even some pay for play.
Although she was older, I certainly could be convinced to be her gigolo.
Eileen finished her story, and then excused herself to mingle some more.
Left alone, I turned to Kathryn to begin some small talk. Looking up,
she handed me her champagne glass and asked if I'd mind. Smiling, I said
it would be my pleasure, and went to the bar for a couple of refills.
Returning, Kathryn indicated that I should sit on the ottoman, at her
feet. We began to chat, mostly trivial details. What I did for a
living, where I lived, how close I was to my family, etc. She seemed
pleased that I lived alone and my family was some 300 miles away. I liked
it that my rather pedestrian job was not an issue for her. Thirty minutes
into the conversation, I realized that I knew nothing about her; all the
questions had been about me. Trying to shift the direction, I asked her
about her occupation. With a sly sexy smile, Kathryn said she would be
glad to fill me in on herself. Perhaps, if I accompanied her back to her
place, she could give me the details. Always quick to pick up on a
sexual invitation, I readily agreed and we made our way out of the party.
Kathryn said she would prefer driving, and when I saw her car, a jazzy
Viper, I concurred. The ride to her place was fast and the sexual
tension was thick. She gave me a quick synopsis of herself. She was
very successful, a real estate manager, with offices throughout the metro
area. It was obvious she was a driven personality, a person used to
being in charge and acquiring whatever she needed in life. I thought to
myself, this must have been her night to contract a sexual fix. Someone
like her would be too busy to play the dating game, and probably not
really in need of a full time relationship. Married to her career, a
woman like Kathryn would want a man only for sexual pleasures. The only
question would be whether this would be a one-night stand or a long term
contract.
Arriving at her house, I was impressed. Gates swung open, and we drove
up a long curving driveway to a large Spanish style mansion set back from
the road. Kathryn pulled the Viper into a large parking bay under one
wing of the house, and we walked up a marble staircase to the main floor.
The inside was painstakingly furnished, with lots of indoor plants,
detailed antiques, Persian rugs, and massive marble floors. As she led
me through the house to the first floor kitchen, Kathryn repeatedly
pointed out features of the house and gave me details on how she liked it
kept. The floors must be polished at all times, the tile counters in the
kitchen must be scrubbed thoroughly at least twice a week, and the plants
all have unique watering and fertilizing requirements. Although this
seemed odd, I thought it was a reflection of her real estate background.
It probably counted as intimate chatter to her. Smiling, I just knew she
couldn't wait for me to pin her to the bed.
As we entered the entertainment room, Kathryn pointed to the bar and
asked me to make her an Absolut on the rocks. She left the room, saying
she needed to slip into something a little more comfortable, and then
she'd return. Again, I smiled to myself as I made the drinks and looked
around at this opulent setting. When she returned I was struck by
tightness of her body. She had changed into a sleek tight fitting silk
nightgown. It hugged every curve of her body and draped down her from
the uplifted bosom into a small waist, over broad hips and finished at
mid-calf. Slits up the front of the gown showcased her well defined legs
as she strode in matching high heeled slippers toward me. Yes, this was
my lucky night. Not only was this lady rich, but was much more
attractive than I had given her credit. Silently, I thanked Eileen and
handed Kathryn her Absolut.
Kathryn acted as if she had never left the room, continuing to point out
each feature of the house and how it was to be maintained. As we worked
our way through the first floor and then up to the second floor, I
thought she must be leading to her bedroom. We did wind up there, but
again it was just for a tour and lecture. As we descended the back
stairs toward the ground floor, I became more puzzled. Finally we
stopped at the back patio and went outside to walk around the pool and
Jacuzzi. Even though this was not how I expected it, I couldn't keep my
eyes off Kathryn's feminine form highlighted in the moonlight. After a
walk around the back, we again entered the house through the garage
entrance and started up the first set of stairs. Although, I was quite
tired of the tour, I noticed Kathryn walk right past one door without a
mention or a look. Speaking up in a joking manner, I inquired about what
secrets lay behind this door. Unexpectedly, Kathryn turned and smiled.
She said, "I was saving this for last", and she used a small key attached
to a gold bracelet to unlock the door.
Stepping into the room, I was struck by several inconsistencies. First
the room was much smaller than any other room in the mansion. Second it
was furnished with simple, but feminine style bedroom furniture, which
did not coordinate with the rest of the house. Tiny flowered print
wallpaper covered the walls, except for a full mirror spanning the end of
the room over a small vanity and sink. I noticed there were some clothes
laid out on the single bed and what appeared to be woman's make-up and
toiletries on the counter. Handing me her empty glass, Kathryn looked me
straight in the eyes. Grasping my belt, she began to undo it and the
zipper to my pants, and lowered my trousers. Then she spoke.
"Jimmy, this is your room. Eileen told me all about you, and when I
spoke to you at the party, I knew you were perfect for my needs. Eileen
found you interesting, but when she poked around your bedroom, she's
really quite a curious girl; she didn't think your secret interests
appealed to her. But she knew of my tastes and happily passed you on to
me. She even arranged to go out with you a few more times after her
interest faded so she could get more information on you and take you some
place where I could see you. Later she gathered a little more detail on
your particulars."
I was totally stunned. I tried to think back, about what Eileen might
have found. And then it struck me; my hidden clothes, my cache of female
underthings. Although they weren't in plain view, with a little nosing
around, Eileen might have seen them in that dresser in my closet. I did
have an attraction for female things, but hadn't really ever done any
more than slip into a few silky undies and masturbate. But now, this
must be what Kathryn was talking about. As these thoughts raced in my
head, Kathryn continued to remove my clothes, efficiently and quietly,
until I was left holding only the glasses totally in the nude. Grasping
my penis she slowly stroked it till I was rock hard and ready. Then she
continued.
"You see I am much too busy for most men, and I really don't relish
having to deal with their silly egos and self-centered sexual wants. I
much prefer a malleable man, someone with a hidden weakness. Someone I
can manipulate as I want, someone who will focus only on my sexual
desires, who will kneel before me and worship my womanhood, and who will
submit himself totally to my direction. So a man who likes to wear sissy
clothes is just up my alley. Not only can I break him of any aggravating
male traits, I can also keep him at home, attired only in sweet women's
wear. There he will spend his time keeping my house as I prefer it. With
the constant reinforcement of his submission evident in the clothes he
wears and the tasks he does, I know any rebellious characteristics will
be successfully eliminated. Eileen provided me with sizes of a few of
your private stash of panties and bras. With these sizes, and my
earlier, hidden assessment of you, I was able to stock your wardrobe.
You'll find an assortment of lingerie, shoes, and uniforms in your
dressers and closet. All to fit you like the clothes I laid out on the
bed for you tonight. I will expect you to wear them for me at all times.
You will make your body feminine looking too; you will mold your image to
one that I have dictated, smooth, silky and feminine. I am right, you
have dreamed about being a ladies' maid, haven't you Jimmy?"
I tried to respond, but I couldn't. My mouth was suddenly dry and all I
could do was inhale her perfume, a strong, sweet and decidedly feminine
scent. I don't know if it was the suddenness of the whole thing or just
the way she seemed to possess me, but I was overwhelmed. The thought of
being a woman's maid was frightening but alluring, an unreal erotic
fantasy. Smiling, Kathryn continued to stroke my rock hard cock and
lightly fondle my sack, and then she started to leave.
"Jimmy, change into the clothes on the bed. Then make me another drink
and come up to my bedroom. Take some time to look at your new life. But
not too long, I still have plans for the rest of the evening."
She left the room and started up the stairs, carrying my clothes in her
arms. I was left, nude with the glasses, standing in the maid's
quarters, totally overcome by the events that had just transpired.
Standing there, hesitating, I looked in the mirror over the counter,
trying to decide what to do. All I could see was my cock sticking
straight out, as stiff and erect as it had ever been. Even if my mind
didn't know what choice to make, my cock did. The scene with Kathryn had
been unexpected, but amazingly erotic. Walking over to the counter I put
down the glasses and began to look at the items sitting there. I lifted
up a bottle, a bottle of foundation in light tones. Blushing, I knew it
would be just the color to blend in with my skin. Other cosmetics were
also there. Blusher, lipsticks in several colors, mascara, and a whole
palate of eye shadows were mixed in with creams, lotions, and nail
polish. There were also, hair brushes, hot rollers, and a curling iron.
In the drawers were other personal items I would need, toothpaste,
toothbrushes, razors, deodorant, a variety of makeup brushes, and other
feminine items. Even, tampons. If the rest of the room was as well
stocked, it was apparent that Kathryn meant to keep me for some time.
There was also a small velvet bag. Opening it, I saw a curved metal cage,
with a lock. I recognized immediately, it was a cock cage. So she must
have plans to control me that way as well. My pulsed quickened even more,
as that was a truly secret fantasy that I had never told anyone. How had
she known about that?
I stepped over to the closet and opened the door. Hanging on the closet
rod were 5 or 6 maid's uniforms, each one was slightly different in color
and design, but each had its own apron and was trimmed in lace. There
were a few other dresses and skirts in the closet, but the uniforms
dominated in my mind. On the floor were a variety of shoes, mostly pumps
and all with very high heels. Turning toward the bed, I shut the closet
door.
Laid out on the bed, was a body briefer made of pink spandex. Lace
trimmed the built-in bra and a restraining tummy panel that provided firm
control. Next to the briefer was a pair of opaque white tights, made of
a silky Lycra. A white cotton pinafore apron was carefully folded on the
pillow and a pair of 4" pink pumps set on the floor. I picked up the
tights; they felt soft, and sensual in my hands. I had always had a
weakness for stockings, pantyhose and tights. Something about the way
they felt on my legs and how delicate they were, susceptible to runs or
tears so easily, made them seem the ultimate feminine wear. Looking at
my image in the mirror, I still couldn't believe it. Upstairs was a
beautiful, commanding lady who wanted me, no expected me to present
myself to her attired in these silky feminine clothes. My cock was
begging to feel the nylon of the tights against its skin. I soon
satisfied it, as I drew the tights up my legs and around my waist. They
fit perfectly, Kathryn had researched me well. Stepping into the pink
body briefer, I pulled it up and slipped my arms through the straps. It
also fit perfectly, the lace panel smoothing my rampant hard-on up
against my body. The thong rear fit tightly between my cheeks separating
them to display their roundness under the silky material of the tights.
On the bed where the body briefer had lain, there were two small boxes.
I picked one up and opened it; a silicone breast form with erect nipple
greeted my eyes. I plucked it from the box and slid it into the bra cup.
It looked and felt real, with an appropriate weight and jiggle when I
bounced it with my fingers. I matched it with one from the other box and
turned to see my profile in the mirror. They gave my body a more
feminine shape on top, the outline of the nipples visible through the
material. Looking down, I stepped into the pink pumps and uncertainly
took a step. I hadn't worn heels since I was much younger, when I used
to slip into my sister's room. Walking around the room, I tried to
affect a feminine stride with a swivel to my hips. Walking back to the
bed, I picked up the apron and slid it over my arms, tying the apron
strings in back with a big, if somewhat off center bow. The apron came
down to the top of knees, had wide lace trimmed shoulder straps, and
looked from the front like a dress. Time was running out, I knew I must
go upstairs, where Katherine waited. Picking up the empty drink glasses I
headed out, up the stairs.
Walking down the marble hallway, I couldn't tell which was louder, my
heels clicking on the floor or my heart throbbing in my chest. Although
I was extremely aroused, I was also scared and kept thinking this can't
be real. I reached the bar and made Kathryn another drink, passing on
another for me. I didn't need any more stimulation, as my nerves were
almost short circuiting as it was. I resumed walking toward her bedroom
and soon found myself at her door. I hesitated, not knowing how to enter
or what to do. Cautiously, I knocked. Kathryn responded.
"You may enter."
Stepping into the room, I carried the drink to her. She sat at in a
large armchair by a small table reviewing what looked to be real estate
listings. She sat with her legs crossed slowly rotating her foot in its
high heeled slipper. As I approached, a satisfied grin spread across her
face. She put down her papers, and looked me over from head to toe. I
just stood there, holding her glass and feeling scared but excited.
Finally, she took the drink, sipped it briefly and then put it on the
table.
"Jimmy, turn around for me and lift up your apron."
I did as instructed, turning slowly with my apron held up and away from
me. Stopping when I had made a complete turn, I awaited her next
command.
"Step closer, I want to feel your silk covered cock."
I moved closer and Kathryn began to stroke me through the silky briefer.
Her touch sent tremors through me and I felt as if I might collapse. As
she did so, she shifted her body, uncrossed her legs, and spread them
apart. It was heaven, it felt better than I had ever imagined.
"Very nice, Jimmy, I think your cock is maybe the one thing I will let
you keep to remind you that you're a boy. I may have need for it too, as
it seems sufficiently big to be useful. But for now, I want you to be my
girl. I expect you to respond to all my requests, so that eventually you
can sense what I want from you without my asking. I have no doubts that
you will be the perfect little house pet for me. Show me how much you
want to be mine."
For many years I had fantasized about sharing my love of silky feminine
clothes with a woman. I longed to serve a woman in a way that allowed my
submissiveness to be my over-riding emotion. Now the time and opportunity
had come and I knew I had to seize it. I fell to my knees between her
legs and thanked her. I placed my face in her pussy and happily lapped
away with my tongue. I was determined to show my matron that I was ready
to begin my new life.
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