Chrissie The Saga of a Lovestruck Sissy Maid
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Chapter -4-
The next four days dragged by with life at home much as before, that's to
say me doing everything, while he sat back and watched. Once or twice he
raised the question as to what I had in mind for him and what was my
motivation. I glossed over these questions saying that all would be
revealed in due course. In the mean time I was considering just what
changes I would implement during the coming weekend. So far he'd been
much more compliant than I'd expected, offering only token resistance.
Perhaps he has a deep seated desire to be dominated, I recalled reading
the story of a senior judge who enjoyed being dressed in a gymslip and
caned.
Did Chris crave something along these lines or was he interested in being
dressed as a two year girl and breast fed like the bank manager from a
nearby town. Then there was a distinguished general who paid to spend his
evening dressed as a French Maid and working in brothel. I imagine that
these men kept their desires well hidden from those around them.
On the Thursday evening I asked him if he could do me a big favour and do
some shopping for me. His first response was that he would be happy to
but unfortunately he would not have time with Friday being his busiest
day. When I pointed out he had an hour for lunch he countered with this
was spent with his friends catching up. So are your friends are more
important than your wife, I'd asked. At that point he'd caved in and
agreed he would go shopping for me. Was he sure he didn't mind, of course
not he'd answered. He did mind when I told him that I wanted him to
purchase some knickers for me. At first he suggested that he would have
no idea as to what I liked or wanted. Easy I said telling what size and
style I preferred. Then he said what if I didn't like what he chose. Why
don't you just buy what you like they will be perfectly fine by me. Then
I took him back up to our bedroom, opened one of my drawers at took out
two pair. Holding them up in front of him I asked which pair do you like
to see me wearing. Ignoring the plain white cotton ones, he pointed
immediately at the pale pink lace trimmed pair. No problem then, we both
agree on what I like best, just buy 6 pairs similar to these ones. He was
still grumbling when he left but I was confident that he would make the
purchase. I did regret that I'd not be there to see him deal with his
embarrassment, he might get away with using the self-serve checkouts,
that would be a pity.
That evening he came into the house carrying a shopping bag from one of
town's department stores. He placed the bag on the table saying he hoped
I liked what he'd bought. I told him that I hoped he liked what he'd
bought since they weren't for me but rather a new addition to his
wardrobe. Not wanting to give him a chance to discuss this at the time, I
told him it was his turn to cook dinner tonight. Then I added that I'd
found another pinafore for him and that it was hanging in pantry. There
was no need to tell him how much time I'd spent that day searching out
the perfect pinnie for him. This one was lemon yellow gingham with
broderie anglaise edging. The skirt of the apron was very full and like
the previous one, could be drawn closed at the rear. Taking off his
jacket he head into the kitchen returning a few minutes later wearing the
new apron. I dutifully tied the waist straps into an large bow after
adding a knot that would ensure he could not remove it.
Like most of weekday meals, it was a simple pasta with a prepared sauce
served with a garlic bread and a glass of red wine. Eventually the
conversation got around to why I'd sent him off to buy panties for
himself. I told him that since he seemed to like wearing his aprons he
might like something nice to wear under them. There was no compulsion to
wear them I told him but I did fancy they would improve his chances when
it came to more mind blowing sex. Was wearing panties going to become a
per-requisite for this sex, he asked. That will be up to you my dear, I
said, from what I've seen I believe they will enhance your chances.
Without having to be told, he cleared away the dishes and took them off
to the kitchen where the sounds of cleaning up soon could be heard. I
topped up my glass of wine and took it into the sitting room where I
opened up the shopping bag and examined the contents. He'd bought six
pairs of panties, all were a fuller cut and in soft fabrics, all had lots
of lace trim and satin bows decorating them. They were all different
colours, black, purple, red, dark blue, yellow and rose pink. Examing the
labels I noted they were all from the more expensive label and showed
hubby had good tastes.
Once he was done in the kitchen he returned to the sitting room with his
glass of wine and asked what we were going to to do this evening. I
suggested that I'd like to watch a movie, a romantic comedy a genre I
knew he disliked, his groan confirmed that. But first, I suggested that
he head up stairs and take a shower, also telling him that he really
needed to shave his legs again and that it would do him no harm to also
remove the fluff from his chest and under his arms. Again he was none to
happy about my request but I assured him that I found him more attractive
with the ugly hair and this improved his chances. Handing him the
shopping bag I told him he could put them away in his underwear drawer.
There wasn't much room in there he'd replied. More than you think, was my
answer, I threw out quite a pile today they were old and ugly and I don't
like you wearing them. Do you expect me to start wearing panties, he
asked. That's entirely up to you dear, oh when your finished with you
shower I've left one of my kimono style robes for you to wear, that's not
an option, I threw out your old dressing gown with the other things. I
suppose you threw out my slippers as well he said and left me some nice
fluffy slip ons no doubt. He was gone before I could answer that one, but
he was right. I sat back sipped my wine and waited to see what he'd be
dressed in when he returned.
It was nearly an hour and another glass of wine later when he returned.
He was wearing the kimono that I'd decided would become part of his new
wardrobe. I'd bought it in Kyoto from a small shop in geisha district
with its distinctive Japanese floral print it was so feminine and I just
had to have it. He was also wearing the low heeled mules I had selected
for him. I wondered what he was wearing underneath the robe, a pair of
his new panties, I mused. I had moved to the two seater and indicated
that he should join me, but not before refreshing our drinks. With the
lights reduced to just one lamp and our glasses now full, he slid into
the seat beside me. I started the movie and we sat quietly watching it.
Every so often I comment on what the women were wearing or ask him his
opinion on a dress or the makeup of the characters. When he answered I'd
pursue more information ie what did he like about a particular dress or
how would he describe it. In a way it was much like two women might talk
while watching a show.
After 30 or so minutes, my curiosity took over and I drew him closer so I
could explore his body and see if he'd complied with my suggestions. At
first I ran my hand under his robe and felt his leg, smooth hairless.
Slowly I worked my hand up his leg and with a sense of expectation I
brought it above his knee and began to move it up further.
Disappointingly my hand settled on a pair of his old boxers not that I'd
been very confident that he'd chose the panties. That option would soon
not be available as I intended to throw all of them out very soon. To
replace the boxers I intended to buy him some satin ones from the
lingerie shop. He might protest about this choice but I didn't think it
would be sustained. I told him his legs felt wonderful and soft and asked
did he shave the other places I had mentioned. He said he had and asked
how did it feel. Different was his answer but certainly not unpleasant.
He twitched slightly when I remarked that stockings are much nicer on
bare legs.
We finished watching the movie and then went off to bed. He was quick to
remove his kimono and slip into bed but I sat for a while cleansing and
moisturising my face. By the time I joined him in bed he was quietly
snoring which saved me the trouble of telling him there would be no sex
tonight. I lay there thinking about him for a while then noticed he was
now deeply asleep. Knowing that he was very difficult to wake up when he
entered this state, I thought I'd have some fun. He was laying on his
back so I go up and removed the covers from his feet. I found the reddest
nail polish that I possessed, then sat at the end of the bed carefully
painting his toe nails with two coats. I wondered how long it would take
for him to discover my work. Finally I hid my only bottle of nail polish
remover in the bottom drawer of the vanity unit, one I knew he would not
look in under any circumstances.
Chapter -5-
We woke about 7:30 the next morning and I sent Chris down to start
breakfast while I showered, he looked around for his dressing gown before
remembering that it had been thrown out. Reluctantly but without
prompting he donned the kimono robe he worn last night. I told him that
it suited him and received a dark look and a grunt from him. However he
did seem to be poking out at the front which was a bit of a give away.
The 50's girdle that I'd found for him might come in handy for
controlling his bulge, it wouldn't be too long before I introduced him to
it.
After I dressed I went down and joined him at the breakfast table. As
usual he'd made bacon and eggs on toast which I complimented him on
before adding that Eggs Benedict would be nice. He replied that he hadn't
the foggiest as to how to do that. You could always learn from one of our
cookery books I said pointing at the collection on the sideboard. We were
discussing what we would be doing that morning when he suddenly realised
his toe nail had been painted. I thought you would have liked having them
painted I said looking as hurt as I could, but if you really don't we can
remove it. He thought about it for a minute or two before saying that it
was OK for now but he'd need to remove it before Monday. So my man
doesn't totally freak out when he discovers his painted nails. I might
offer to do his fingers later in the day so they matched.
After he'd cleaned up he went up to dress before we headed off for our
normal shopping trip. Taking the keys I'd gone straight to the drivers
side and gotten in he looked at me with a quizzical expression before
shrugging his shoulders and settling into the passengers seat. Before
driving off I passed him my handbag to hold. He tried to put it on the
floor until I insisted that he needed to hold it. I noticed that he
clutched in the same manner I did but look much less comfortable doing
so.
At the supermarket I he normally just pushed around the trolley,unpacked
it at the checkout and payed the bill. This time I insisted that he
become an active participant sending him off to find various items. I
envisaged the day when he might be the one who did the regular shopping,
so this was a good time for him to start learning the brands.
With the supermarket shopping completed, I drove us to a nearby charity
shop. While I was perfectly happy for Chris to wear any of my clothes I
felt that they lack the femininity I was seeking for him. As a child my
mother had insisted on dressing me in the girliest of things. Goodness
know how many party dresses I'd worn over my childhood. I vividly
remember those petticoats with multiple tiers of tulle and paper taffeta
that held your skirt out at ridiculous angles. True I always looked so
cute and girly in them but after many years of wearing such styles I
wanted something different. So of course when I was free to make my own
choices I opted for much plainer and more practical fashions. If my
judgement was correct and Chris did really get the pleasure from pretty
clothes that I thought he did, then he needed to embrace more feminine
styles.
We entered the shop, Chris totting my handbag so as to allow me to sort
through the racks of cloths. I think it had once been a smaller
department store, so it was quite large by charity shop standards.
Wandering down the isles I discovered most items were of the current
decade and of no real interest. Finally at the rear of the store, I found
a rack with what I was looking for. I'd have been surprised if any of the
dresses or other articles were younger than us. The average price was
about two pounds, which is probably what they cost when new. The sizing
was different from what I'd become familiar with, so I had to judge by
looking at individual dresses and guess what they were. I pulled a sleeve
less floral cotton dress that featured a very full skirt and side zippers
from the rack. Definitely circa 1950's and for its age in remarkably good
condition. I suspect when it had gone out of style, its own had just
packed it away and forgotten about it. How many kids had discovered
hoards of clothing and other treasures stashed away in the attic as the
cleaned out their parents old house.
Chris was try not to look at anything so I brought the dress in front of
him asking him what did he think of it. When he muttered that it was OK,
I asked did he think it was pretty. Yes I suppose so, he'd replied in a
hushed voice. Then I asked him to hold it up in front of him so I could
see how it looked. For a moment I thought I saw a spark of resistance,
but then it was gone and he meekly held up the dress. As he stood there
looking as if he wished the floor would open up and swallow him, one of
the lady volunteers approached us. Can I be of assistance, she'd asked. I
told her that we had an interest in collecting clothing from the 50's.
What a coincidence, she said, my husband Dan is also very interested in
that period and he's built up an extensive collection. Perhaps you might
like to visit one day and have him show it to you. That sounds very
interesting and of course we'd love to see it, I'd replied. She smiled
before adding, as a matter of fact there is a new consignment out back
that's yet to be sorted. It includes a great collection of vintage
foundation garments, petticoats, camisoles and I believe there's an
assortment of stockings. I said that we'd be most interested to see these
items, so she lead us into the storage area. Its on this table, she'd
pointed to a largish pile, if its suitable you can take everything for 50
pounds because it will cost us more than that just have it all cleaned. I
picked up a dress and realised that it would be almost perfect for Chris
so I wasted no time in telling her we'd take the lot.
Leaving her to bundle up our purchase, I led Chris back into the main
store. After a short search we found the shoe section. At first glance
they all appeared to relatively modern style and not at all what I had in
mind. Then on the bottom row at the extreme end of one row I discovered a
selection of much older styles. I'd already noted Chris's shoe size and
to my delight I found four pairs of shoes that would fit him perfectly.
Placing the shoes in a bag we went back to collect our other goods.
Cynthia was waiting for us with several large bags on a trolley. We added
the shoes to the pile and thanked her for her assistance. She handed me a
her card saying that anytime we were here she'd be delighted to help us.
I thanked her again and promised that we would arrange a suitable date to
visit her and her husband.
As we were leaving we passed a counter with an assortment of vintage
style jewellery, you know the kind, really quite nice and well made but
simply dated. The was one set of marcasite jewellery consisting of a set
of drop earrings, a necklace and matching bracelet. They went onto our
trolley along with a marasite watch.
When we finally walked out the front door I'd spend less that 100 pounds
and I was delighted with what I'd been able to obtain. I couldn't wait to
see Chrissie as a woman of the 50's but I knew I'd have to be careful to
not rush the process. The tide was slowly rising.
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