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Chapter 7. Rose spends day with Mike.
Regarding sexuality, Men are like microwaves, while woman more closely
resemble crock pots.
Monday morning, Rose slid into the driver's side of the car and handed
Jack a folder saying, "Today's topic du jour will be eye makeup. Here's
your reading material. It's an article from Teen Girl magazine, 'Basic
eye makeup selection and application'. The topics will become more
intricate as we move along."
Arriving at the elevator, she Kkssed Jack lightly on the lips, and sent
him off with, "I'll stop by at lunch to answer any questions you might
have and to check to make sure you aren't goofing off. Have a good day,
my little turtle dove."
Jack was terrified at the prospect of disappointing Rose, so he took
notes at lunch to ensure he had the main points. Rose never materialized
as promised and Jack pondered the significance of that. The drive home
was spent in total silence, Jack mentally prepping for his possible
examination while Rose seemed lost in world of thought.
Arriving home Jack immediately headed to the bathroom and ran filled the
tube with water as hot as he could stand it. Rose stepped in only long
enough to fill the tub with sweet smelling bath oil. Jack soaked until
his fingers started to look like prunes, as he exited the bath, Rose was
there to assist him in dressing for his nightly routine.
"I gave this a lot of thought on the drive home. I'm convinced that from
this point on, it is best that all the time you are home you should
always be in high heels, bathing and sleeping the only exceptions. Is
that understood?"
"Why, what did I do?"
"Sweetheart, this isn't a punishment. We need to get you accustomed to
heels as you are to loafers; we have a lifetime of neglect to make up
for."
An amenable Jack merely agreed, "Yes dear, that makes sense."
After a normal dinner, they sat for the nightly drink, where Jack again
mentioned how much he hated the idea of smoking, calling it a dirty
habit.
Rose lectured, "Listen to me. A woman smoking if done correctly, can
make her look very sophisticated. It's not about just inhaling smoke;
it's more about the presentation. We will get into that later, for now
get accustomed to drawing the smoke into your mouth and blowing it out as
sinuously as possible. Make it a game."
Rose took Jack's hands in hers and spoke plainly, "I'm happy you have
stopped actively resisting your training; however I'm running out of
patience with all the negativity. I'm your mentor into the nuances of
femininity, not your adversary! Who has all the experience in a woman's
behaviors and motivation? Certainly not you! I'm the duty expert here,
follow my advice, I don't need you second guessing my every decision.
Just fucking do what you're told!"
"Yes dear, whatever you say," said Jack timidly as he puffed on his
cigarette.
As the week went on Jack noticed a change in Rose. She was as
authoritative as always about his training. Only now the two were
talking a lot more. It's not like they didn't talk before but now it has
taken on a different flavor. It is more superior to subordinate rather
than conversations between equals.
That night Jack had done a particularly good job of satisfying his wife.
With Jack kneeling between her legs, a contented Rose stared down at her
kneeling husband, held her hand out to help him up and praised him with,
"All right dear you can get up now, that was wonderful."
Rose patted the bed next to her. Indicating she wanted Jack to sit. He
did and Rose knelt on the floor and helped him out of his hose. His
aroused state was quite noticeable. Smiling she said, "Your turn will
come, just not now."
Rose examined the hose closely as if looking for run; she threw them in
the general direction of the laundry hamper and spoke to her husband who
was sitting rigidly in his corset his hands folded in his lap, afraid he
had done something wrong. "Sweetheart, I have an errand for you to run
tomorrow. While shopping for groceries, make sure you pick up a few
extra pantyhose, you are going to be spending so much time on your knees
you will be wearing holes in all our current supply. Make sure they are
Queen Size - pun intended," said Rose lightheartedly.
While shopping for groceries, after checking the size chart twice, Jack
tossed six pairs of pantyhose in his shopping cart. Then giving it a bit
more thought, he upped the quantity to an even dozen. This was the first
time Jack was truly glad that the grocery store used the automated
checkouts, so he wouldn't have to face the questing looks of the checkout
girl.
At home, Rose lectured Jack, "Tonight's lesson is on sitting." Rose
assumed her professorial attitude and directed. "Now sitting seems like
something really basic - we spend a good deal of the day sitting -
nevertheless it's astonishing how few women know how to sit like a lady
in a formal situation. Here's how it will go from now on, like wearing
your heels, this will be a full time requirement. It must become second
nature to you to sit in an effeminate manner, when you leave here for
your mission, flopping into a chair like a man with your legs splayed
apart would only confirm you are no lady, only a tramp trying to
advertize her potential delights would sit like that. One slip up in the
way you sit could destroy all our other hard work."
Rose demonstrated as she spoke. "Position yourself with the back of your
calves next to the chair.
"Bend at the hips and knees.
"Smooth your skirt under you, keeping your legs together at all times.
"Then swivel into position.
"Sit down with your legs straight in front of you.
"Angle your knees to either side, left or right, whatever your
preference.
"Cross your ankles.
"If there is no table, always fold your hands together in your lap."
Gesturing at Jack that it was his turn, she stood aside and observed his
performance. "Regardless of whether you're crossing your legs at the
knee, the thigh or the ankle, posture is the icing on the cake that will
transform you from one of 'those girls' to a lady. Take care when
sitting: Sitting down and standing again can be very tricky in heels and
needs practicing otherwise it will be a giveaway when you're out on your
own."
To practice keeping his knees together, Rose came up with a little game.
Jack was made to sit with his back ramrod straight. Rose placed a crisp
new dollar bill between his knees. Jack had to hold it by pressing his
knees together. The game continued until Jack could hold the bill for a
full fifteen minutes without it slipping out.
"Jack, this is something you can practice at work. When you sit, always
run your hand over your trousers, so they won't wrinkle. Then sit as
ladylike as possible, good firm posture and knees firmly pressed
together. From now on, that is how you'll sit, whether at your desk, in
the car, or in meetings. Am I clear on this issue?"
"Rose, won't that make me look like a sissy?"
"So what's your point? Jack, you are either deaf or totally clueless.
Half of the office, already views you as effeminate. It'll just give
them something else to gossip about."
Jack didn't know how to process that so he just kept quiet. The week
passed without incident and it was Saturday morning of the second week.
That morning Rose seemed to take great delight in cinching Jack into his
corset. It took considerable effort; but as promised she drew it in an
inch less than the previous week. Rose and Jack sat in the kitchen for a
light breakfast. As Jack served Rose her eggs, she stood and went to the
liquor cabinet where she poured herself a shot of Yukon Jack. At that
point, poor Jack knew it was going to be a very long day. Having
finished her breakfast Rose was relaxing on the patio with her second
drink of the morning when the phone rang. Jack was on his knees
scrubbing the kitchen floor. He got to his feet, wiped his hands on his
apron and answered the phone.
A puzzled Jack called out to his wife, "Rose, Mike's on the phone and
wants to talk to you."
Rose entered the kitchen and took the hand set. She paused and waited
for Jack to leave. He remained standing and wondered why their boss
would be calling on a Saturday. Rose looked at Jack, shooing him away
she said, "Honey, don't you have work to do? Please I'd like some
privacy."
A crestfallen Jack backpedaled around the corner and stopped to
eavesdrop.
"Yes Mike, that was Jack. Stop that Mike, for your information he can be
very forceful...Stop laughing Mike, I'm serious."
Rose listened for a while without saying anything and eventually
continued, "Yes, I know I often use that term when I refer to him,
however as his wife, I have some rights that you don't. Please Mike,
don't say that! I think he is more trusting than gullible."
Chuckling, Rose continued, "Mike, you're embarrassing me. No we can't do
that. Remember I'm a married woman."
After a brief pause, she went on, "Alright, I understand, calm down,
there is no need for that kind of language."
After a long gap, Rose continued in a serious tone, "You win, give me 30
minutes to change and I'll meet you there."
A curious Jack inquired, "Rose, what's going on?"
"Oh, Mike and I have to entertain some clients today. You do your chores
and I'll inspect the house when I get home. Let's be honest Daisy, this
will be the first time you'll be on your own."
Then, in a lighthearted manner, Rose concluded, "Be a good girl and try
to stay out of trouble."
Then in a more serious tone she added, "The house had better be spotless
when I return. This is an excellent opportunity, for you to apply all I
have taught you. I want to see what you can do when I'm not here
supervising!"
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"When will I be home? Jack, what's with the inquisition? Since when did
I need your permission to come and go? I'll be home when I get here! If
I'm going to be late I'll phone."
An apprehensive Jack meticulously completed every chore on his list.
With time still on his hands, he decided to clean the stove. Dinner time
came and went with no word from Rose. To pass the endless hours, Jack
emptied the refrigerator and scrubbed it spotless. He then vacuumed the
entire house again, just to pass the time.
Every time Jack attempted to contact Rose on her cell phone it went
directly to voice mail. With no other housework to do, Jack decided to
surprise his wife; he put dinner in the oven to keep warm. He selected a
bottle of Roses' favorite wine and put it in the fridge to chill and then
went to the bedroom to select something sexy Rose would enjoy seeing him
in.
A very apprehensive Jack put on a plum colored chemise nightie and
carefully applied his makeup trying to remember everything Rose had
taught him. Jack tried to accomplish an alluring look. He labored for a
good five minutes trying to select the perfect shade of lipstick and eye
shadow to compliment his nightie. After selecting what he determined was
the ideal colors, he spent several minutes on his lip liner trying to get
the cupid bow just right, and then using a sealer to keep everything in
place. After a good thirty minutes Jack thought, 'Voila! That's the best
I've ever done. I hope Rose is pleased with my efforts.'
Finally, the coup de grace, a spritz into the air of his Daisy perfume
and a quick walk through. Jack settled into bed to wait for his wife
intending on a romantic evening.
It was well after dark, and the dinner Jack had prepared was completely
dried out. Jack had dumped it in the trash and returned to the bedroom
when her heard a car pull into the garage. An animated Rose came into
their bedroom with a triumphant smile on her flushed face, her hair
disheveled and one of the straps of her dress had fallen off of her
shoulder. The other just barely held on. She ran headlong into a
disgruntled husband.
"Oh, Jack what a marvelous day."
"Have you any idea what time it is?"
Glancing at the bedside alarm clock she responded with, "I had no idea it
was that late. Sorry I forgot to call. I was just so busy it slipped my
mind. Oh God my legs and ass hurt! It was up and down and in and out
all day long until finally everyone was satisfied. It was enough to wear
a girl out."
Jack bit his lip and fought back tears. "Please explain that!"
"Jack, you annoy me sometimes. I never thought you were the suspicious
type. I'm your wife, you should trust me. You know I'm a driven woman,
and will do whatever it takes to get ahead in business. Today, I was the
designated hostess. I was up and down all day serving Mike and the
clients, in and out of the hotel room down to the business office. What
did you think I meant?"
Jack meekly apologized and watched his wife get undressed for bed. When
Rose dropped her skirt, Jack let out a gasp as he observed she wasn't
wearing any underpants. He panicked and started to hyperventilate.
Shaking with rage and with venom in his voice Jack demanded an
explanation, "Rose, what the fuck is going on? You're a married woman,
not some common whore!"
"Jealousy is the fear of comparison." Max Frisch
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