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Thank you all for your kind responses to the resume for this story, I
originally wrote it in 20 short chapters, but I have condensed the first
3 into this first chapter for you. Again many parts of this story are
based on experience and I've tried to convey my feelings and emotions
throughout. All the characters are real and their names are true. Like
many of my stories, this story goes through an almost daily description
of the things that occurred, I hope you like it. I do love reading your
comments and very much love receiving your emails.
A Changing Life
I loved everything about Hazel from the moment I met her, about the only
thing I didn't like was her friendship with a woman called Donna, or Dr
Donna Matheson as she later became known. They had been big friends for
years, all through college and long before I had met the woman who was to
become my lovely wife. I remember when Hazel first introduced me to her,
l I took an immediate disliked to her. She was such an assertive, pushy,
even aggressive, arrogant character I just didn't understand why the
gentle quiet woman that I had fallen in love with had liked her at all.
Our romance had been a whirlwind one from that almost love at first sight
moment and within six months of us first meeting we were getting married
and living together, we hardly had time to think, I did love her.
It was during that time that arguments must have occurred between her and
Donna, though every time that I saw Donna she was no different to me, she
almost totally ignored me as usual, save for some sneering remark or
other that she'd make at me. Eventually though they seemed to part
company and for a long while after that we never saw her, she'd
disappeared and good riddance to her.
We settled down into a blissful married life, enjoying each others'
company and living our lives together. I suppose we had been happily
married for five years, well at least I thought we were happily married,
when she discovered my stupid, idiotic fetish for dressing up in female
clothes in my own private space. I'd done it from childhood, initially
forced by my jealous older sister until eventually I could never resist
the yearning she had instilled in me.
When I'd married I honestly thought I'd managed to break the habit until
that damned yearning and I had foolishly started once more, collecting
some play clothing and foolishly dressing up in the utmost privacy of our
bedroom. It had all gone well, life was good, we loved each other and I
still enjoyed my private silly fun without her knowledge, until that
fateful day
She walked in, I had no idea she had had a headache in work, she had
decided to come home early and there was me, stupid, stupid me all
dressed up prancing around our bedroom.
That had been a very vocal time with all sorts of accusations and scorn
being directed at me. I'd promised faithfully I'd never do it again and
I'd hoped she might come to forget or even accept it, but no. She said I
had been untrue to her and she was very hurt by what she'd discovered.
She had become very quiet and our relationship seemed suddenly more
stilted, our closeness damaged. I was even sure she had been searching
through my things and discovered the drawer of feminine clothes by my
bedside, or was it my paranoia? I really should have just thrown them out
and pledged myself to her, in fact that is what I resolved to do. I would
humiliate myself in front of her by telling her I would never do it again
and that I'd do anything, anything at all to keep her and make her happy
again.
However, before I could pluck up my courage to actually tell her, explain
to her what a fool I was, before I could admit to her that I had tried to
hide my shame and embarrassment behind my own denials and lies that I
discovered she had got in touch with and was speaking to, Donna once
again.
I tried to shrug it off as, perhaps she just needed some girly chat or
something, after all she didn't have many friends, but not long after
that she took to going out. It was just one evening a week to start, but
gradually she went out more often. At first I tried to be supportive and
encourage her to enjoy herself, go out for a drink with her friends and
have some fun in her own time. I suppose selfishly it also gave me quiet
space to dress up and play, secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't
walk in on me again.
It was when she invited Donna back to our house one evening, nearly
catching me dressed again, that I realised that they were really back as
very close friends. Meeting her that time with my hastily worn jogging
trousers and sweatshirt covering the stupid feminine undies I'd been
unable to strip off in time, made me feel very nervous indeed. I remember
my face burning as I said hello blushing to my roots and then rushing
around idiotically, making them drinks in a stupidly submissive manner,
yet dying for the chance to rush away to my bedroom to change my clothes.
Life went on, my wife and I still slept together and as I've said I loved
her deeply, but sex just seemed to have become almost non-existent, she
would give me constant excuses and to be honest sometimes I didn't feel
like it either. I worked hard and came home tired and often it would be
me coming home just as she was going out. She'd gone that she started to
dress up looking so sexy when she went out, stockings and suspenders,
short skirts and all just to meet Donna! I was annoyed I admit, but I was
in no place to have an argument so I bit my tongue. Perhaps I'm too soft,
too much of a foolish whimp, but I didn't want to lose her, in fact I
would have done anything for her.
Then out of the blue came the fatal day, a day that made me feel that the
sky was coming crashing down on top of me, I felt that my life had ended.
I came home from work on the Thursday afternoon and they were both
sitting in the conservatory, Hazel with Donna.
"We have something to tell you," she had began.
I stood there listening, the fixed smile on my face slowly fading. It
seemed that she and Donna were and had been lovers for a long time before
our marriage, that they had drifted apart, but now she felt that our
marriage wasn't working out and she had realised that she wanted Donna to
live with her and to share her life.
I felt like the world had come crashing down around my ears, Donna was
sitting there with a triumphant look on her face and I felt in so much
pain. I admit I begged her I promised her the world and more, but she
just looked and listened to me.
It was Donna that interrupted, to my surprise. "It might work," she said.
"He could remain living here in the house, we could treat it like a house
share, he would be expected to do his bit and pay his way of course but
as long as he didn't cause any trouble we could try."
Hazel looked at her listening. "Do you think?" she replied to her in a
small voice.
Stupid me I was nodding and saying yes, ready to agree to anything so I
could stay near the woman I love.
"You will have to move to one of the spare bedrooms though." Donna was
doing all the talking. "And you will have to agree to some house rules
too, if you agree then we will give you a month's trial."
"Of course, yes, yes." I nodded foolishly, what else could I do? I still
loved my wife deeply and anyway I had nowhere else to go. I didn't have a
house of my own, my parents had both passed away and I would be
effectively alone and out on the streets.
"Yes, yes I agree, I will do anything," I babbled again.
So it was agreed, I was told to go and clear up their cups and to make a
fresh cup of tea whilst they went upstairs to move my things to the back
bedroom.
I went along with it all, in a daze of total shock, my mind befuddled,
full of pain of loss. The dread and confusion of what my future was
without the woman I love filling my head.
It wasn't until later when I heard them coming back down to the dining
room that it suddenly dawned on me about my bedside drawers. A pang of
humiliation gripped me and I went to dash past them, back up to where
they had just been.
"Where are you going," I was challenged.
I babbled about going up to help them move my things, but Donna stood in
my way with her hands on her hips.
"You've no need, we've moved everything already."
Her voice sounded loud in my ears.
"Now go and get tea as you agreed."
I stood there a second debating pushing past her up the stairs and she
looked at me scornfully, testing my resolve.
"If you're worried about your drawers of pretty undies, they are in your
new room where they belong."
I blushed deeply now a quivering humiliation burning right through me.
"Now get the tea, you can sort your things out later."
I was trembling badly, my life was turning upside down, but I tried my
best to calm myself, to hide my hurt and humiliation as I brought them
their tea. They excluded me from their conversation, Donna chatting to
Hazel who was looking at her almost timidly, they virtually ignored me so
I nervously interrupted, stupidly asked them if they minded me going to
tidy my things now. Donna paused and looked at me then nodded without a
word and I found myself, face on fire, scurrying off like a child.
They had put all my dressing up clothes in the bedside cabinet and I
looked at them with hatred and distaste, pledging to myself that I would
dispose of them. Pulling open my other drawers, they were full of the
same, I hadn't realised I had had collected so much, bloody fool that I
am. But it was then that I suddenly realised that I hadn't seen my
underwear, I mean my real underwear, my male underwear that is. Feeling
confused I started to search, wondering where on earth had they put my
pants and socks. I searched and searched but they were nowhere to be
seen.
I was getting very panicky now and ran downstairs in haste seeing them
still in the dining room chatting, they looked up as I rushed in.
"Don't you ever knock," my wife said. "This just won't work if you don't
respect our privacy."
I was taken aback, "I'm sorry," I squeaked then hurrying on. "I was just
wondering where you put my pants and socks that's all."
Donna looked at me. "They are in your bedside cabinet as you would
expect."
She was so aloof when she spoke.
"No umm no there are only..." And my voice trailed away.
"Your undies and that's what you were looking for wasn't it?"
I looked at her my face on fire.
"Mmy my pants," I mumbled my face bright red. "Mmy umm men pants."
She laughed at me and my wife joined in as if it was a hilarious joke.
"We threw those old rags away, after all you do prefer female underwear
don't you?" My wife spoke, her voice soft yet edged with scorn.
I stood there my face burning with the shame and humiliation of it all. I
should have shouted, I should have told Donna to get out of our house, I
should have really made a scene, but instead I looked down at my feet in
whimpish silence, biting back the tears of frustration and humiliation.
Struggling to control my emotions and to get away from their further
humiliation, I mumbled, "I umm will you excuse me please I have to finish
tidying my room up."
And I left as they giggled together behind me.
For the next few weeks I dutifully did my bit, going to work,
contributing to the bills and doing my fare share of housework, it was
indeed a bit like being in a house share, like my old student days,
except for the mental torture I was suffering knowing and hearing my wife
sleeping with that horrible woman. In general I was surviving and trying
to show the best and bravest face for my lovely wife, each day living in
hope that she would take me back again.
All was ok that is, until suddenly completely out of the blue the
economic crisis hit and I lost my job, the company went into liquidation
and that was it. I dreaded telling her, I really did, but when I got
home, I saw her in the hallway and thought I'd grab the chance, so I
asked her if we could have a private chat. She looked at me and I am sure
I saw scorn in her face,
"No, if you've got something to say, you say it to both of us, we don't
hold any secrets here."
And she went on through to Donna in the lounge sitting down beside her
and leaving me to stand in front of them both in embarrassment like a
naughty child.
"Now what is it you have to tell us that is so important?"
I explained my predicament hesitantly, avoiding their eye contact, then
paused to see what they would say.
My wife sighed loudly in annoyance and spat something like, "That's the
limit Richie that's the absolute limit."
I was blushing to my roots and must admit for the second time in a month
I felt close to tears, then a saviour came from the most unlikely
quarter.
"Go and make some tea and we will discuss this by the time you get back."
Donna stepped in to take control of the situation, she sounded almost
human and I felt so grateful for the understanding in her voice that I
did exactly as I was told and headed to the kitchen.
I took my time making the tea , thinking about my fate and about being
thrown out of my wife's house onto the street, miserably despairing about
where I could stay, hoping against hope that things would work out.
When I finally returned with the tray they looked fairly satisfied with
themselves and it was Donna that started talking.
"Obviously by not earning money you can no longer contribute to the
household expenses."
I nodded.
"Therefore you have to do some work to pay your way."
"I I am trying to find something," I butted in.
"Be quiet and listen to what I have to say." Her voice was loud and
assertive, leaving me looking at the carpet fidgeting and blushing at the
reprimand.
"We have decided that until you find a proper job you will work for us."
I looked up at thi. "What do you mean?" I said puzzled.
"Well Hazel (my wife) has been talking for some time now about getting a
cleaner or a housekeeper in, you could take this role for now in order to
pay your way."
"D, Do you think so?" I mumbled quietly, feeling a sudden unexplainable
thumping of my heart in my chest.
"Yes, but you would be our employee, you would be expected to clean,
wash, iron, cook and generally look after our requirements, could you do
that?"
In my stupid ignorance this seemed like a light bulb coming on, a
solution an answer to my prayers.
"Y Y Yess I stammered yyes I can."-I was suddenly eager to let them know
I would do my bit if they allowed me to stay there. My mind only full of
not being thrown out onto the street, foolishly I never ever considered
that I had actually had a claim on the house if I'd only consulted a
solicitor.
"Of course things will have to change you realise that?"
I nodded oblivious, only glad to have that reprieve.
"There will be a whole new set of rules and expectations, if you cause
either of us any trouble or concerns, then we will not be continuing, do
you understand?"
"Yes, yes," I babbled quickly, oblivious of her triumphant smile only
eager to accept and glad to have a chance of rebuilding my life.
That day it started, I had to cook dinner, set the table and serve it out
for them but then I went to sit down with them to eat my dinner as usual,
Donna stopped me.
"You will be eating in the kitchen from now on, let's get that sorted out
before we start, as long as you are in service to us it would make us
feel uneasy to be eating with a maid wouldn't it?"
I was too surprised to pick up on the word maid, I looked at it as her
way of not wanting to say servant, or cleaner, or any other form of
domestic worker.
"I understand," I said quietly and took my plate back to the kitchen, my
wife refusing to even look at me.
"Bring us some wine too," Donna called after me, "we must celebrate."
With a heavy sadness and with a trembling hand I did as she told me
without a question.
After a week I had settled into a reasonably regular pattern of domestic
work, I would be up early enough to get breakfast ready for them on the
table, I was used to getting up early with my old job so this was no real
problem. When they had got themselves sorted and gone to work, I would
clean the house, do the laundry, iron the clothes and do any other
household tasks that were obvious until they returned at five thirty.
Then I would prepare and give them supper and perhaps tea or drinks in
the evening before they went to bed. I tried my best to always keep
smiley and jovial with them in a vain attempt to make them think that I
was doing my best to keep them happy. At least I wanted to keep my lovely
wife happy that was the most important thing to me. Though deep down I
was hoping that she would tire of Donna and come back to me once more.
It was the Tuesday of the second week, when I was washing the kitchen
floor that I was surprised by Donna coming home on her own in the middle
of the morning. She told me to make her a cup of tea and to come into the
lounge. I stood quietly in front of her, somehow she always intimidated
me so much and my heart would pound in a crazy nervousness when she spoke
to me.
"I appreciate you are doing your best, but there are some problems," she
began.
My heart hit my boots and I stood there terrified that I was about to
lose everything.
"Firstly we cannot continue with you dressed as normal, it just is not
working, we feel self conscious and to be honest threatened."
"But But," I began.
"Quiet." She was so aggressive and I shut up trembling and blushing.
"What we have decided is for you to wear an apron, it will be like a
symbol of your position and will protect your clothes, I think that this
will help us to come to terms with you being our domestic, do you agree
to this?"
Then she took out a rather frilly white full apron from a box containing
several of the same.
I looked at it and at her, I felt that I had nowhere to go, I was
desperate to remain close to the woman I loved and to be honest deep down
that idiotic feeling inside me made me want to touch the gleaming satin
edge of the apron she was holding between her fingers.
"Yes I agree," I said softly.
Smiling with some triumph, she passed it across to me.
"You must wear them all the time you are working from now on and if Hazel
asks you about it you must say that you suggested it, she will love you
for that."
I nodded unthinking, feeling that gloriously sexy satin edge, a small
glow in a corner of my mind with the knowledge that I was going to please
my wife even now.
"Remember this is still a trial and we will see until we feel happy about
your position."
"Now put it on."
I slipped the top over my head and she helped me to tie it around my
waist before she left to return to work.
That night Hazel came home as usual with Donna in her car and I told her
it was my idea to wear the apron to protect my clothes in the kitchen.
She laughed rudely at me teasing me, saying it suited me and how it
probably matched my panties to which I turned a humiliating crimson
colour causing her to laugh even more as she headed off to continue with
her usual evening routine.
Dutifully I wore an apron for the next few weeks, doing my best to make
them happy, well at least keep my lovely wife happy. I did my chores as
well as I could and strove to remain courteous to them, even when I felt
peeved by their constant nit picking about my work. I was trying my
hardest to avoid giving them any reason to kick me out, but they kept me
so busy I had had no time to go in search of a proper job.
Again it was a Tuesday in the middle of the morning when Donna appeared
and as soon as I saw her my heart sank, what had I done this time? I felt
myself go nervously weak; trembling before she had even told me to join
her, she was in the study this time.
I stood there before her my hands clasped nervously over my apron in
front of me, she somehow always seemed to make me feel so utterly afraid
and submissive in her presence and I just couldn't stop that feeling.
"Well we have tried, haven't we?" she began.
I felt utterly miserable expecting the worse now.
"You see it's your obvious masculinity that we see as threatening
especially Hazel."
"But please" I pleaded softly "don't throw me out, I, I'll try harder I
really will, please."
"How hard?" her voice was hard as she looked sharply at me.
"Anything, anything," I pleaded. "I'll do anything."
She stayed quiet for a moment as I carried on pleading, then, "Do you
agree you are effectively our maid?" Her question was direct, aggressive
and loud.
"I, I spose so," I mumbled.
"Hmmm, well it could possibly help if you were dressed as a maid you
know."
I stared at her, a mix of feelings inside me, embarrassment, that awful
humiliation but hating myself too for the stupid tingling that was going
on between my legs.
"After all you do like dressing up don't you?" she said softly.
I couldn't speak, I just stood there my heart thumping inside my chest,
my face burning bright red in embarrassment.
"If you wore a maids uniform it will help you to behave like a maid, then
I think it would help. You are quite a good domestic and do your job
reasonably well, being dressed as a maid helps to remove that threat of
your masculinity which is making Hazel feel so nervous."
Somehow I could understand what she was saying, it did seem to make some
sense and anyway, but my heart was still pounding and I had that foolish
funny arousal that was going on inside me.
"Will you do it?" She waited and then she went on, "Will you dress as our
maid?"
I was looking at the carpet, humiliated and nervous, unable to look at
her. If I could have walked out I would have left there and then, but in
the back of my mind I knew I just couldn't walk out on my beautiful wife.
"Well quickly" She snapped, her voice was hard really aggressive and loud
now.
"Yss," I said it in a quick reaction, almost before I realised that I had
said it.
"What?" she said. "Speak up and tell me what you are going to do."
I glanced up at her, she was hawkish, her arms crossed.
"I,I, Yes, I, umm, I wwill dress up as your maid." I found myself almost
whispering, my face burning a deep red as I did so.
"Good." She was smiling exultant, obviously in control now
"But first there are some other things, I want you to take these
tablets." She was pointing to a large bottle on the table that I hadn't
noticed before. "These were designed for prisoners to quell their urges
and to curb their aggressions. You must begin by taking them twice a day,
morning and night, do you understand?"
I was dumbfounded.
"But, but, why?" I mumbled. "I'm not aggressive."
Her voice became smooth as if she was talking to one of her patients.
"Look, we see you every day struggling to accept our directions,
struggling not to answer back, keeping all your aggression inside you,
these will help relax you and they will remove that stress, do you
understand?"
She was right of course, I was often biting my tongue, screaming at them
inside my head, I nodded.
She opened the bottle and gave me 2 tablets and pouring a glass of water
from the jug on her table and passing it to me.
"You can take 2 to get you started."
I looked at them nervously then did as I was told.
"Good." She smiled, her smile almost seeming evil or was I being
paranoid.
"Now I want you to come down to the clinic with me, I have booked you in
to the beauty department to get a full body wax."
I gasped in horror and found myself taking a step backward.
"What! I, I don't need to do that, what do I have to do that for? no, I,
I..."
"Just imagine how stupid you will look with your hairy legs and chest as
our maid, it would look ridiculous, it would only show up your
masculinity more and that would be the end of it and Hazel would
definitely throw you out then, do you want that?"
She sneered loudly and clearly and I just stood there like a fool looking
at her, scared by her words, hating what was happening and my inability
to stop it.
"Now come along and stop moaning, or we can forget the whole thing."
I didn't seem able to argue I felt weak and nervous, her hand was on my
wrist and suddenly we were outside and she was helping me get into the
passenger seat of her car. I shouldn't have let her I know, I should have
got angry and told her to bugger off, but I just felt so awfully weak.
It just seemed a blur and we were at her clinic in no time, the car park
surprisingly empty, until she told me that they closed half day on a
Tuesday and that there would be no rush. My head felt as if it was full
of cotton wool and I was having some difficulty concentrating on her
words, I remember thinking that she had an evil smile.
I saw her tapping on a window and an older, thin, hard faced lady opening
the door.
"Here he is as promised Sandra, I leave him entirely in your hands and
I'll pop back in to see you when I finish at fiveish ok, enjoy, chow
darling?"
Somehow just the sight of this woman made me feel terrified, inside me my
head I was shouting, run for god's sake run, get out of here now before
it's too late, but my feet seemed glued to the ground. The woman nodded
and her hand gripped me tightly, her nails digging into the flesh of my
upper arm. Struggling to gain some strength I tugged experimentally away
from her, but her grip was like iron.
"Come sissy," she hissed in my ear.
My face burning in humiliation at her words, I found myself whimpering in
fear yet I seemed unable to stop her as I felt myself being dragged in
through the door which shut with an echoing bang of horror behind me.
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