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MAID FOR THE DILDO!
The woman who opened the door was older than he had imagined. And she
was fat. She took his hand and closed the door behind him. She was
wearing a tight black dress that bulged in all the wrong places. She
deliberately stroked the front of her shiny smooth skirt and he saw the
unmistakable bulge at her groin. This fat old matron was wearing a
dildo! And her beady eyes glittered with a naked excitement that scared
him. Mike felt his knees turn to rubber. He felt almost faint with fear
and excitement.
"So you want to be a maid?" She said with a wicked grin on her ageing
face. Her eyes flickered up and down his body. And suddenly he wished
she wasn't so old, that she wasn't so fat!
"Yes, yes please," he answered.
For a long moment she just stared at him and he felt his face burn.
"And you will wear a uniform?" she said eventually.
He nodded. "Yes, I'll wear a uniform," he answered faintly.
She took a deep breath before saying, "Well we both know what YOU
want...I take it that you don't understand what I want?"
And suddenly he KNEW. She wanted HIM!
Now HER face goes red. "Let's be perfectly clear about this; your
duties will NOT be confined to the kitchen!"
The silence is deafening. Mike stared at the bulge in her tight skirt.
He tried to imagine sharing a bed EVERY night with this grey-haired
woman...and he hesitates.
But it is too late.
She took his hand and walked towards the stairs. "Come...it's time you
found out what I expect from you...from my maid... in my bed."
He followed her with a feeling of dread. And yet he was dizzy with a
hot choking lust!
But he almost ran when he saw the huge double bed. The fat old woman
locked the door and pushed him towards the bed. Mike simply
surrendered. He became limp and passive in her arms. He closed his eyes
and let himself go.
When Mrs. Black laid him out on the bed it was her feverish, breathless
excitement that thrilled him. Her hurried almost desperate rush to get
him out of his clothes filled him with a rush of feeling for her that
was completely new.
And when he lay there naked and helpless... he slyly watched her
undress. The black dress opened revealing a black bra restraining her
mountainous breasts. For some vague indefinable reason, he was glad she
kept the bra on. She pulled off her boots and slipped out of her skirt.
Their eyes met as she slid her hands under the elasticated waistband of
her black satin knickers. Then they were off!
And the stiff rubber dildo jutted out from her meaty thighs!
His eyes widened. He felt fear and loathing..and an uncontrollably
lust. Mike reached out for her but she shook her head smiling. "Haven't
you forgotten something?"
As Mrs. Black reached behind him to pull the white satin nightdress
from under her pillow Mike felt his chest fill with a suffocating,
swelling surge of desire. When she held the nightdress out to him
saying "Sit up and raise your arms." He was sure he would burst with
the sheer power and intensity of his feelings.
But he couldn't move!
Nothing could have persuaded him to sit up and raise his arms...and yet
his whole body ached to wear her nightdress!
Mrs. Black took his hand pulling him gently but firmly into a sitting
position. She placed the neck of the nightdress over his head...it lay
for a moment around his neck, Mrs. Black pulled one arm up through the
satin ribbon shoulder strap...and half of the frilly nightie slithered
into his lap causing him to gasp from the icy thrill of the satin
against his groin! As though she were a child dressing her doll Mrs.
Black pulled his other arm up through the shoulder strap, she arranged
the bodice about his chest and Mike could see that the opera top
nightie was overlaid prettily with lace of the bosom and a pink ribbon
was threaded under and around the bust. Mrs. Black untied the bow of
the ribbon, pulled it tight and then retied it into a bow directly
under the bust. The effect was dramatic! The tightened ribbon squeezed
the flesh of his chest upwards and outwards; into a tiny, but perfectly
natural, cleavage which peeped out coyly from the lace covered
nightdress!
He felt himself pushed backwards onto the silk cover; now Mrs. Black
pulled the skirt of the nightie down, he could feel the hem of lace
prick his knees.
Mrs. Black pulled the full-length mirror over to the bed and bent it
forward in such a way Mike could see himself on the bed.
IT portrayed a dramatic and bizarre picture! Mike, with his pink
cheeks, blonde locks and snow-white nightie; splayed out against the
midnight blue of the silken bedcover; looked like a beautiful butterfly
pinned down for some giant collector. Mrs. Black mounted him but this
did not prevent Mike from looking into the mirror over her
shoulder...which was undoubtedly what she had intended. As she kissed
his throat, as she caressed his breasts, as she worked her hips jerkily
against him Mike could see every move! And he saw before actually
feeling, her hand crawl crab-like under the hem of his nightdress. A
fluttery disquiet overcame him. Trepidation rather than excitement was
now the overwhelming emotion. He was surrendering the last vestige of
maleness without the slightest resistance.....but his body acquiesced
meekly to her dominance; his passive submission; his tame
acknowledgement of her superiority; his obedient deference to her will,
shamed him. And as he wallowed in her frenzied and convulsively
passionate assault, her lusty grunts contrasted sharply with his own
sobbing whimpers!!
He stiffened with fear as he felt the first urgent stab of the hard
rubber dildo, but her mouth and hands calmed and soothed and excited
him. Until he was squealing with desire!
His tear-filled eyes caught their reflection in the strategically
placed mirror; an agonized sob burst from his chest at the sight. Mrs.
Black, hips and buttocks pumping furiously into his pliant and
prostrate form, she was raping him! Immobilized by her superior
strength and weight, feminized by her frilly nightie he was being
ravished....and all he could feel was a sluttish inertia!
He WAS a woman a slut and he would be her slave!
To Mrs. Black his passive, unresisting submission brought out the worst
in her; his very slavishness provoked her. An inner voice was telling
her that if she didn't break him, completely degrade him tonight, she
would lose him in the morning. Rolling off him she dragged him to her
dressing table. Seating him in front of the mirror she picked up a
lipstick. "Look at yourself, see how girlish you look imagine how you
would look with bit of make-up, try it, paint your lips, powder your
cheeks."
Mike's fingers shook so much he was unable to hold the lipstick. Mrs.
Black took it from him and, holding his chin with one hand applied the
bright pink lipstick to his full rose-bud lips. He was stunned and
shocked at the way the lipstick emphasized his girlishness, his lips
looked so soft, so invitingly kissable. He was hardly aware of the
powder and rouge she used on his cheeks, of the heavy pendant earrings
she clipped to the lobes of his ears. In a state of shock Mike listened
to her words whispered seductively in his ear, "What is it that only a
woman wears? What is it that the feminists burn when they reject their
femininity? Tell me, say it!"
Choked with emotion he hoarsely whispered the words she wanted to hear,
"A bra."
"Yes," she breathed, "a bra....and that is what you will wear, a wicked
sexy black bra!" Mike's eyes were glued to the bra she produced. Black,
with satin cups that were covered in lace, it was undeniably sexy.
Unconscious if his actions he shrugged his shoulders allowing the
nightdress to slither and fall from him. Mrs. Black picked up his limp
and unresisting arm, sliding the satin ribbon shoulder strap of the bra
up and over his bare shoulder. Mike shivered at the touch of the bra.
Mrs. Black took his other arm and suddenly and shockingly his tiny
breasts were being cupped and imprisoned in the cool satin embrace of
the bra!! And she was fastening it at his back! Every nerve ending
screamed in silent protest, but he was held in the grip of a powerful
and irresistible force.... A deep and yearning need to be female!
Mrs. Black was holding out a matching black lycra and satin girdle to
him. "Put this on, I want to see you wriggle and squirm your way into
this very tight and very uncomfortable girdle...and it will hide that
male thing of yours!"
His limbs were heavy and lethargic; there was not an ounce of
resistance left in him. Under her mocking eyes Mike stepped into the
waistband of the girdle. He struggled, tugging and pulling at the
incredibly tight elastic material. Eventually, red faced and flustered
he stood before her in the girdle and bra. The tight confines of the
corset sending inexplicably pleasant sensations through his body. Mrs.
Black knelt at his feet and he meekly raised one foot at a time to
allow her to place black patent leather high heeled court shoes on his
feet. They were tight, crippling tight, forcing his arches into and
impossible angle, tightening his calves into an undeniably female
shape.
She allowed him no time to ponder; a jet-black nylon slip was placed
over his head and shoulders. Mrs. Black tugged its tight-fitting skirt
into place about his thighs as Mike straightened the ribbon thin
shoulder straps and admired its lace edged opera top. He took the snow-
white satin blouse from her wondering if the black of the bra and slip
would show through. Whilst he fastened the tiny mother-of-pearl
buttons, she held out the open waistband of a black satin pencil thin
skirt. The silky smoothness of his slip and the sheer polyester lining
of the skirt helped him get the tight-fitting skirt over his thighs and
hips, he fastened the side button and zip under her watchful eye. She
seemed to be glowing, lust was in her eyes. The nylon slip and the
polyester lining of the skirt made rustling sounds at even the
slightest movement. This excited Mike, his stiff rod made his cheeks
dark red.
Somehow, he wasn't surprised when she tied the apron around his waist.
"An apron is so ... so servile and feminine, don't you think?"
Mike's fingers touched the satin frill at the edge of the apron. Amazed
at the surge of submissiveness that threatened to overwhelm him. How
could a silly little thing like an apron have such an effect on him?
"You are a servant. A female servant...MY MAID!" she whispered.
And he answered in a lisp. "Yes Mistress. I am your maid!!"
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