Misunderstanding
- 2 years ago
- 11
- 0
The Misunderstanding free porn video
THE MISUNDERSTANDING
My name is Jeff and I'm writing this down because I think I may need to
have something to remind me of exactly what has happened. I believe
this may come down to legal proceedings and I must be certain of my
facts.
My best friend is Victor West, more normally Vic (at school he was
called Beetle, just look at his initials) and he is married to Christina
who everyone knows as Tina. They married a couple of years ago and I
was Vic's Best Man. I must admit that I had my doubts as to whether he
was making the right choice, Tina always seemed very bossy to me, but
who am I to make choices for my friends? He seemed happy enough and I
can honestly say that I've never heard him complain.
They were both very young, Vic's the same age as me and we're only
twenty five now, so you can imagine that I did my best to try to
persuade him to leave it for a few years, have a bit more fun playing
the field, before he settled down, but no. He was absolutely convinced
that she was the love of his life so there was no talking to him.
Anyway, that's all the background I need write. Any details of Vic
while he growing up as a normal kid, I can tell you about if you need
them, but that is the essence of it. He was a normal kid.
I started to worry when he got back from his honeymoon. We have a very
successful software business that we started after University, so we see
each other every day. He seemed quieter. It's difficult to say exactly
how he was different, but he seemed much less outgoing and as I say,
just quieter.
I suppose it was after about six months that I noticed the first really
odd thing about him. He had always been too hot in our offices, dressed
in jeans and a t-shirt, the first thing he would do every morning was to
come in, open the window behind him and take off his jacket. Not in the
depths of winter, obviously, but most of the rest of the year. He was
the last one to turn on his radiator and by this time we were employing
half a dozen staff, like I said, we were successful, so it wasn't just
me feeling the cold. Now he was sitting, often with the window open,
but never took his jacket off.
As you can imagine, it wasn't something that I noticed straight away.
It was just something I suppose I registered subconsciously without
thinking about it until the first hot day of the summer. Everyone was
in his or her shirtsleeves and there was Vic, still wearing his jacket.
That summer several of us made a joke of it, calling him cold-blooded,
that sort of thing. Alright, sometimes ruder things. It was then he
started to wear suits into work, making the excuse that he thought we
should look more professional. Now, looking back, I just think it was
an excuse to wear his jacket, but I'm not sure.
It wasn't until the following summer that things in that way came to a
head. We each had a secretary/personal assistant by that time, both of
whom I'm pleased to say we were either very lucky or we chose astutely.
They also got on very well with each other. My P.A., Joyce, came to me
one day to say that Chrissie, his P.A., had told her that Vic was
wearing a bra. I have to confess that when I heard that my immediate
reaction was to laugh, but when she insisted that, having been told, she
had noticed it as well, I had to take it seriously.
My problem was what to do with this information? If I tackled him
directly it was bound to be embarrassing for both of us. If I did
nothing, someone else, perhaps a client might notice and that could be
worse, both for him and our business. I had no real choice, I had to
bite the bullet.
My first attempt was to take him out for a drink, a little alcohol takes
the edge off awkward situations in my experience. The trouble was, he
refused. I tried different excuses but he insisted that he had a great
deal of restyling of his house to do and he couldn?t let his wife Tina
to do it all without him.
There seemed no alternative to tackling him, and I gave it quite a bit
of thought. If he was wearing a bra, which seemed certain by this time
as I believed I could see the outline of it myself from time to time,
there was no way his wife didn?t know. As that was the case, having her
at his side, I reasoned, would give him the support that I was sure he
was going to need. The obvious thing to do then, was to call on him one
evening, but judging by the objections he raised to having a pint after
work, I decided just to call in without a prior arrangement.
The next day was a Friday and I knew that Vic liked to get away early
for each weekend, to work on the jobs around the house that he had told
me about. I waited a little later myself than usual, I wanted Vic well
into his D.I.Y. jobs, so knocked on their door about two hours after I
judged he had arrived home.
Imagine my shock when a blond haired maid answered their door to me.
Not just a maid, but one wearing the sexiest black satin French maid?s
costume I?ve ever seen. Standing on what must have been six inch heels,
her legs went on forever, until they disappeared under a mass of frothy
petticoats holding her dress out horizontally, springing out from a
miniscule waist. Her blouse was so low cut as to show off a fine pair of
breasts and her face was made up in the most seductive way I?d ever
seen. On the ends of her fingers her crimson nails were talon length.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Instead of greeting me with a smile,
a look of horror crossed her face and her mouth just opened and closed
with no noise coming out. Suddenly our stand off was interrupted by a
shout.
?Don?t just stand there Fiona, let Ms Williams in girl.? I recognised
Tina?s voice.
Fiona the maid still didn?t move, and I saw Tina come bustling out of
their living room, see me, and do a double take.
?Oh, I?m sorry Jeff, I was expecting someone else,? she scowled at the
maid. ?Well let him in slut.?
The maid stood back and I stepped into the hallway, Tina showed me into
their front living room. Various canap?s were laid out on a side table
to one side of their small bar.
?Such a surprise to see you Jeff, what would you like to drink? To what
do we owe this pleasure??
I asked for a Scotch and then explained that I had hoped to have a word
with Vic. The maid handed both myself and Tina a drink, curtseying to
each of us, something that I thought rather quaint. I had great
difficulty in concentrating on talking to Tina whenever the maid?s
breasts or clearly visible rump came into my line of sight.
?I?m terribly sorry Jeff, I?m afraid that Victor is doing his evening
and weekend job at the moment, but anything that you wanted to say to
him you can tell me and I?m sure my maid will be all ears.?
I turned quickly and caught the maid making frantic hand signals to her
mistress. She was blushing so much that I could see it through her make
up. In that instance I saw something familiar about the maid. I looked
more closely, puzzled. At first I thought that maybe she worked in one
of the men?s clubs that, as a bachelor, I sometimes frequented.
Then there was suddenly a rush of blood to my brain. I recognised her!
Him!
?Vic, is that you?? I asked.
He rushed from the room in an apparent flood of tears.
?You?ll have to forgive her,? Tina explained, ?she isn?t really used to
her new place in the household yet. What was it you wanted to discuss??
?I?m sorry, this is a bit of a shock,? I told her. ?Some of the staff
noticed that Vic was wearing a bra under his suit and I came to
discretely find out what was going on. Now I think I know what they saw
was real.?
?Oh it was real alright and he really needs to wear one now, ever since
I had small implants to give him a bit of a bust. I had them developed
that way, the hormone route would have taken too long and he wouldn?t
have the same degree of male urges, he needs to be frustrated so that
he?s eager to please me. I didn?t want them too big, just enough so
that with a push up bra they look good, any bigger and I might think
that they were in competition with my own.? She laughed heartily.
?I thought right from the first time I met him that he?d look good as my
maid but it wasn?t until after we were married that I was able to put it
into effect.?
?It wasn?t his idea?? I asked, already knowing the answer.
?Oh no, he would have been shocked at such a suggestion then, but he
loves me and a little blackmail goes a long way.?
She was still laughing at that when there was a knock on the door.
?Fiona! Door!? she shouted. That will be the guest I?m expecting, my
very good friend Jacquie Williams.
?Your curtsey is shit!? I heard a female voice exclaim. ?What are you
doing? You?re not worthy to look at my face, look at my shoes as you?ve
been taught. You obviously aren?t getting enough discipline, Paula,
hand me my crop.?
This was all rather baffling to me and when a large woman with a fierce
expression on her face walked in, I didn?t know how to react. The
situation was made worse by the person who followed in her wake. It was
presumably a man, identifiable because of the hairstyle and the tops of
pads making his breasts, but otherwise he was dressed in not such a
dissimilar way to Vic. He was wearing an equally revealing French
maid?s outfit, but wasn?t convincing in the way Vic was. As they walked
in he was passing a riding crop to this formidable woman. She ignored
me.
?Tina, you haven?t beaten your maid hard enough, she?s sloppy.?
Behind these newcomers, I could see Vic with his hand over his mouth,
wide eyed with terror.
I was starting to get the impression that I had walked into some
Kafkaesque world where the norms of civilisation had been swept aside.
?Perhaps we can educate her a little better together later, Jacquie,?
she turned to me, ?this is Jeff, my husband?s business partner. He
arrived rather unexpectedly this evening. Jeff, this is my very dear
friend Jacquie Williams, we?ve know each other since schooldays and as
you can see, we share similar interests.?
She ignored my proffered hand and shouted to Fiona.
?Girl, give Paula a toothbrush and a bowl of soapy water, Paula, get
outside the kitchen door and start scrubbing the patio, you could de
with some fresh air. I?ll inspect your work in the morning.?
The two maids curtseyed to each woman and me separately then went
rushing off, only too pleased, I could see, to be out of sight of
anyone. I was just formulating a suitable remonstration at the women?s
behaviour, when Tina spoke first.
?I?m sure you?re a bit confused Jeff, but Paula used to be Paul,
Jacquie?s husband but she?s had him gelded and soon he will have nice
breasts like Fiona, but it?s slower as she?s going down the hormone
route with Paula.? The women both sat, but I felt more comfortable
standing.
?As you are here Jeff,? she continued before I could pass any comment
?it?s an opportune time to ask if it will make any difference to the
business if Victor stops messing around and comes to work in Fiona
mode??
?Well there are laws that prevent any discrimination by gender, and that
sort of thing.? I didn?t quite know how to classify Vic. ?From the
business point of view I?d have to speak privately to a few of his
regular clients but otherwise it would be entirely up to him.?
I thought that would make it clear that for me it was essential that it
was his free choice.
?Good, of course it will be his choice, once I explain it to him.? She
stood up and took the empty glass from my hand and made it clear that I
was now leaving. Tina had made my choice for me in the same way as I
was sure that she was going to make Vic?s. No choice really.
As soon as I got home I poured myself a treble scotch, drained it and
poured another. I had some serious thinking to do. If I thought the
wearing of a bra was a problem, how was I to deal with my friend and
partner as a maid? Sunday evening I phoned both Joyce and Chrissy to
tell them that Vic would be wearing something different in the morning.
I warned them that they shouldn?t act in any way surprised, but I didn?t
go into details of his, or rather Tina?s, choice of costume.
I got to the office an hour early on that Monday morning, I had decided
that there was only one course of action I could take. Drastic though
it was, I couldn?t let my old friend suffer any longer.
In the event he didn?t turn up looking ridiculous in a costume, he was
wearing a smart looking pastel blue skirt suit, although looking barely
less sheepish than on Friday evening when I had last seen him. He was
shocked when the two police officers who had answered my call, walked
into his office to take a statement. I had decided that if he couldn?t
or wouldn?t make a complaint it was my duty to protect him from obvious
assaults on both his person and his dignity.
After spending about an hour with him, during which time several of our
staff asked me what was going on, including both our PAs., they called
me into his office.
?Can you be specific about the allegations you made to us this morning,
Mr Stokes?? One of them asked me.
I went through the story of what I had seen and heard at Vic?s house on
Friday. He sat behind his desk, red in the face and not able to meet my
eye. The senior of the two policemen then told me that he was refusing
to either press charges or even make a statement about the treatment he
had received. This I hadn?t anticipated.
?If it?s a place of safety you want,? I told him, ?you can stay with me
while all this goes on.?
He refused both my offer and any further conversation with the police.
There being no choice they left. I berated him, telling him that he had
just messed up his chance of escaping from the hell of his home life.
He told me that he didn?t want to discuss it with me, so I ended up
storming out of his office, frustrated at the turn of events.
It wasn?t lost on me that he went to lunch with Joyce and Chrissy and
seemed to spend most of the afternoon smiling. I could only think that
at least he was having a brief few moments of happiness, but otherwise
tried to concentrate on work. Then at four thirty I had a surprise.
?Would you like to come round to my place about seven tonight, maybe
have a bite to eat?? he asked me.
How could I refuse? Perhaps he needed me there to stop the more extreme
excesses of his wife, in any case I always enjoyed my friend?s excellent
cooking. I will update this account after this evening?s meal.
* * * * *
Well, I must claim never to have been as wrong as I was over Vic?s
situation, with any other judgement in my life. I have made a big
mistake that in the event both shocked me and set my mind at rest.
Vic welcomed me in Fiona mode to their home, not as the maid but in a
beautiful floral pattern silk dress, looking elegant with his matching
four inch heeled sandals and glossy nude stockings. It took me only a
very short time to realise that he was both completely relaxed and
happy. Tina called out from the kitchen asking if she should take the
starters out of the oven, which he replied in the affirmative.
?We have a few minutes before we need to sit down, I would like you to
come upstairs with me. I want to explain something to you, but you will
need to assure me that you will have an open mind.?
We went up to their spare bedroom and Fiona turned to me and took a deep
breath.
?Before I explain anything, I have to ask, do you trust me??
?With my life,? I replied.
?That won?t be necessary to prove, but I would like you to remove your
trousers.?
To say I was shocked at this request would be a considerable
understatement, but, having been asked to establish the truth of my
previous statement, I undid my belt and slid them down my legs. Further
to his instructions my shoes and socks were soon off and then he handed
me a pair of pantyhose.
?I want you to just try these,? he told me. ?Do you know how to put
them on??
I acknowledged that I had watched it being done many times and proceeded
to bunch them up, then unrolled them as I drew them up my legs.
Something surprised me.
I shuddered at the feeling of the fine material against my legs, the
grip, soft yet with a firmness that I could only describe as erotic.
Fiona watched me carefully, then a smile crossed his face.
?Put your trousers and shoes back on, we?ll go down to eat.?
?I don?t understand,? I said, ?they feel... I don?t know how to describe
it??
He ignored my implied question and I had no choice but to follow him
back down to their sitting room, the friction of my trousers against the
tights giving me more strange feelings. I was ashamed to realise that I
was becoming aroused. We both sat and Tina came into the room with a
tray of canap?s and asked for our choice of aperitifs. I recognised the
tasty morsels as being those that Vic had made before as I sipped my
scotch.
?We owe you an explanation,? Tina told me, ?I?m afraid that you rather
caught us unprepared the last time you were here. My immediate reaction
was to protect my dear husband from as much distain as I could. I
realised that there was no going back on what you had already seen, so I
wanted to take the blame for it rather than you look down on Vic as
being somehow weird. Now he?s decided that you deserve to hear the
whole story.?
?Something that you don?t know about me.? Fiona/Vic took a deep breath.
?When I was very young, I don?t know, perhaps seven or eight, my mother
arranged for a costume for me to go to a friend?s fancy dress party. I
was determined not to go when I realised that I was to be dressed as
Queen Elizabeth the First with a long, heavy, bejewelled dress, but she
insisted. I came to love that dress and many other feminine things in
the years that followed.
"When I became serious with my affection for Tina, I had to tell her
about what had become more than a hobby, an unshakeable need to wear
soft and silky clothes in order to properly relax. I was the luckiest
person in the world to find that she not only didn?t mind my
proclivities, she actually wanted to join in. It transpired that her
friend Jacquie had the inclinations of a dominatrix and while Tina
didn?t have the same strength of feelings in the sadist department I?m
pleased to say, they both shared the enjoyment of putting their men in
petticoats. Jacquie found Paul and was likewise delighted to discover
that he was a devoted masochist, so all in all the four of us have found
what we now believe to be our perfect partners.?
?You enjoy being beaten?? I asked.
?Oh no, that?s what floats Paula?s boat, I?m just threatened with it and
sometimes Tina spanks me with her hand if I?ve done something wrong,
usually deliberately I admit, but that?s not real physical pain, I
wouldn?t like that.? Fiona was almost laughing. ?Now tell me, do you
like the feeling of those tights??
?I have to say that there is something about them that makes me realise
what the attraction is but at the same time, I?m not sure that I would
like to take it further.? I had no desire to become a maid for anyone
but thought further. ?I suppose it?s a bit like watching a bonfire, I
can understand the reasons why a person could become an arsonist without
actually wanting to become one myself.?
?Don?t worry, neither of us would want you to do anything that you?re
uncomfortable with.? Fiona smiled at me. ?I just wanted you to
understand just a little about what makes me want to do this. If it
wasn?t for Tina I would still be hiding away, ashamed of myself. Now I
can do exactly what I want when I want. I need to thank you for being
such a good friend and business partner, prepared to defend me but at
the same time allow me to be myself.?
We went on to enjoy a marvellous meal, as I think I said, Vic, or should
I say Fiona was a great cook. At the end of the evening Tina insisted I
keep the tights that I was wearing even though I assured them I was
certain that they wouldn?t be used by me again.
I was trying to kid myself, I knew that was not entirely true.
Nadene
- 20.06.2022
- 11
- 0
