The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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My wife Brenda had come home a day early from a business trip. She
didn't call because she wanted to surprise me. I'm not sure which one of
us was more surprised when she caught me getting ready for bed wearing
her pink nylon panties, bra and nightgown. I tried to hide my erection in
the panties. She told me she wasn't really angry, but now completely
understood why I couldn't get an erection to have sex with her. I
started mumbling an apology but she stopped me short. Now she WAS angry.
She told me that I didn't need to worry about it since the few times when
my tiny dick was erect it didn't satisfy her anyway. She expressed all
her repressed regrets about not having sex with me before we were
married. She had a long tirade about how she had desires and told me she
had to buy a dildo to take care of them. But after the anger started to
subside, her tone softened a bit. Brenda then told me that she still
valued me as a partner and that she was willing to stay married to me,
but many things would need to change. She asked me if I wanted a divorce
or wanted to stay married. I told her that I wanted to stay married. I
didn't have the courage to ask her what would be changing. I started to
take the panties and nightgown off, but she said that I should go to bed
with them on as I planned because after seeing me wear them, she would
never be wearing either the gown or panties ever again and I could keep
them. She also told me to sleep in the guest room for at least tonight
while she figured things out. I went to the guest room, closed the door
and after a couple of hours of worry, fell into a deep sleep.
When I got up for work, Brenda had already left. Somewhat ashamed, I
pulled the panties and nightgown off, put them in the hamper and got
ready for work. She left no note and I was concerned that she had left
me. Later, I texted her and she told me that she needed to get to work
early that morning and we would talk later. I left for work.
After a very distracted day at work, I got home to discover that all of
my clothes were missing from the master bedroom. I guessed correctly
that they had all been moved into the guest room. My pants and shirts
were hung up in the closet. The clothes hamper was in there, but Brenda
had removed her work and casual clothes, but not last night's panties and
nightgown, nor her soiled panties from the week. My dresser had been
moved into the guest room. I looked in it and was completely shocked
that all of Brenda's lingerie was in my dresser. Panties in the top
drawer, bras and pantyhose in the second drawer, nightgowns in the third.
I didn't understand that. My underwear was nowhere to be found. Brenda's
lingerie drawers in the master bedroom were completely empty. Just then,
I heard Brenda's car pull in to the driveway. She came in with a ton of
bundles, curtly said hello and carried them directly into (what I had to
assume from now on) her bedroom and closed the door. When she came out,
she immediately went into my bedroom and dropped the bra and panties she
had been wearing into my hamper. Brenda told me one of the changes in
our relationship was that we would have separate bedrooms and that I
would stay out of hers. I told her that I understood that already, but
asked why her lingerie was in my new bedroom. She told me that after she
went to work, she had a thought that I probably had worn the bra and
panties she had on at that very moment. She said at that point, she only
had to assume that I had worn every pair of panties and bra she owned. I
told her that I hadn't. She said that it didn't matter as the thought of
it was too much to bear. She told me that since I preferred women's
underwear, I should wear it all the time and she donated all of hers to
me. Since she now knew that I was a sissy she assumed I would want to
wear panties all the time, so she threw away my male underwear. She told
me that she had been at Victoria's Secret that last couple of hours and
bought all new lingerie for herself. She had never shopped there before,
so she knew that our lingerie would never become confused due to the
brand and the fact that she had also bought a new clothes hamper for her
room. She explained to me that I was to do my own laundry out of my own
hamper. In addition, I was to take over the rest of the household work
except for her laundry which I was never to touch.
Brenda and I largely kept to ourselves during the week, but she announced
that we were going to resume date night this Friday. I didn't think we
would ever have date night again and I was so happy. That is until I
found out where the date was. She told me that we would be going to a
night club where we could both enjoy ourselves. We were going to a gay
night club where they were having a male revue that night. We would have
a few drinks and watch men strip. She said that she would enjoy that
quite a bit and she thought I might too.
Friday evening arrived. Since panties were the only underwear I now had,
I had been wearing them all week. Brenda insisted that I also wear a pair
of her old pantyhose under my male clothes. We got to the club and found
a table for two. Brenda ordered red wine for us. She opened her purse
and pulled out a pack of Virginia Slim 120 menthols. Brenda smoked when
she went out, but never at home. She lit a cigarette, took a deep drag
and exhaled. Then she lit another one. She handed it to me and told me
to study her mannerisms including how she pursed her lips, held the
cigarette as well as picking it up and putting it down. I hadn't smoked
in years, but I'd lie if I said I wasn't enjoying it. After two glasses
of wine and three cigarettes, the show started.
Brenda seemed very into the show and had her eyes transfixed by one of
the dancers. He was wearing skin tight bikini bottoms and his penis was
so large I thought it might come out of the top of the bikini. Although
this was a gay review, I think the performers knew that they would also
get tips from the women and smiled and winked at her. I then realized
that Brenda did not have her wedding ring on. She asked for my wallet.
She took a ten-dollar bill out and motioned the dancer over. She stuffed
the bill into his bikini letting her hand linger briefly. He smiled at
the both of us and went back to where the rest of the men were dancing.
Brenda seemed sexually excited, but lit another cigarette and tried to
look calm.
Brenda took us home and walked me into the spare bedroom. She stripped
off my clothes down to my panties and pantyhose. I started to get
excited as she stripped down to her underwear. She cupped my testicles
through my panties with her hand and lightly squeezed. She asked me if I
had a good time with her tonight. I told her that I did. She started
rubbing her hand along my penis through the pantyhose and asked if I
enjoyed the wine and cigarettes. I moaned yes. While continuing to rub,
she said that it was very exciting that she could see the men's big cocks
through their bikini bottoms. She then said that she would love to have
one of those dicks inside of her. Right at that moment, I ejaculated
into my panties. She said thank you and kissed me goodnight. I didn't
understand why she thanked me until the following Wednesday.
Since last Saturday, I was aclimating to wearing panties all the time. I
can't say that I didn't like it. On Wednesday, I made the mistake to ask
about date night. She told me that date night was definitely on. She told
me that an old boyfriend had invited her to his apartment for dinner and
drinks. She told me that I had a date with an entire house cleaning. I
then asked her how she could do that. She replied that she needed sex
from a real man. She said both of us would be do something we enjoyed as
she was sure that a pantywaist like me could enjoy housework dressed in
bra and panties. She told me that she would be back before midnight and
if the house was clean and I was still dressed in the bra and panties,
she would have a reward for me.
Friday night I arrived home from work. Brenda came into the room dressed
very suggestively. She saw me moping on the sofa. She told me that the
list of chores she gave me was pretty long and I better get started
pretty soon if I was planning on being done at midnight. I told her that
I couldn't believe that she was going to a man's house for sex and I was
to spend the evening alone doing housework. She then lit into me. She
reminded me how she had been suffering for years without sex and it was
pretty selfish of me to begrudge it to her now. She reminded me that she
was a woman with desires and I was a sissy who got their sexual pleasure
by wearing women's underpants. She told me that this is the way our
marriage was going to work from here on out and if I didn't like it, I
could spend the evening packing and to be out of the house by the end of
the weekend. I told her that I didn't want that. She walked into my
bedroom, retrieved a bra and panty set from the dresser, threw them at me
and told me to get dressed. She said if that wasn't exciting enough for
me to do housework in, she would get a maid's dress for me. I stripped
and put on the bra and panties. Just as I started the vacuum, her date
arrived outside. She walked out the door.
After the vacuuming, I cleaned the showers and bathtubs and all the
sinks. I cleaned the oven and the microwave. I started a delicate load of
laundry (out of my own hamper) of all of Brenda's former underwear, and
the nightgown I had slept in the past three nights. I thought about the
night that she caught me dressed. She seemed angry, but I think deep
down she saw it as a great opportunity. Unfortunately, I made this bed
and now I had to sleep in it. I guess I should be grateful not to be
thrown out and to try and do the best I could to support her, even if it
meant I was now her maid. I worked through the last of the chore list and
sat down exhausted on the sofa. I'm not sure what is wrong with me, but
the thought of being her maid suddenly seemed very erotic to me. My
little penis started getting hard in my panties. I remembered her comment
about getting me a maid's dress. That made my little dick even harder. I
started to massage my panties when I was interrupted by the door. She
was home.
She wandered in drunk and a little flushed. I was obvious that she had
gotten what she was looking for. It looked like she hurriedly stuffed
her panties into her purse as a little piece of the waistband was poking
out the top. She took her purse into her room. Brenda told me she would
check the house and if I had done all of my chores correctly, she would
give me the reward she promised me. She went upstairs and checked there
first. She then said nothing as she checked the downstairs although I
heard her start the dryer. She sat down on the sofa next to me and told
me to lay down on her lap. I didn't know what to expect next. She told
me that I did a very good job except that I had forgotten to dry, fold
and put away my own lingerie. She brought a hard swat down on my pantied
ass. Then another. She had me in a good position and was holding me down.
It was starting to hurt and I actually started tearing up. She
immediately noticed and stopped the spanking. She told me that it was
alright for a sissy to cry. She then told me to put my lingerie in the
dryer on delicate and to bring myself and two glasses of wine outside to
our private patio.
I came out and she was stretched out on the sofa smoking a cigarette.
She took her wine and motioned for me to sit down. She handed me her
Virginia Slims pack and told me to have a cigarette and to smoke it just
like she taught me at the male strip show. She explained to me that a
sisy smoking a woman's cigarette like a woman greatly enhanced her
femininity or the illusion of femininity to others. I pulled one out
with my thumb and index finger transferring it my very arched index and
middle fingers. I held the lighter out and inhaled to pull the flame to
it just as she taught me and took a deep drag and delicately exhaled. We
both took a sip of the wine. She asked me if I had accepted our new
relationship and enjoyed doing the work of a maid tonight. I told her
yes. She invited me to sit next to her. As I moved over, she ran her hand
up the front of my panties and my already stiff penis flexed. She asked
if I'd enjoy continuing to do it on a regular basis. I inhaled and
exhaled another yes. She rubbed me again. I was extremely turned on. We
continued smoking, with her squeezing my testicles through my panties
gently every minute or so. She had almost finished her cigarette when she
asked me if the threat of having to wear a maid's dress turned me on. By
then, I was so close to cumming. I moaned yes. She then asked me the
question I was longing to hear. She asked if I would like her to buy me
a maid's dress to wear during my chores, I gasped yes and came hard into
my panties.
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