New TG:man-MAID pt6
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If you enjoy this and wish to read parts 1-5 they are archived at Nifty
&
Fictionmania.
The following story is meant for a mature audience. If you are under
the
allowable age wherever you live then you are not allowed to read this.
If you are looking for a 'hot' story with lots of sex, don't bother to
read any further. This story was designed to express a favorite fantasy
of mine about how a self centered man is taught to appreciate the softer
side of his personality.
Unwillingly forced into cross dressing by his wife he ...
Man Maid ---- Part 6 ---- December 1998
gennie TV
**********************
My entry into the house must have been as much of a spectacle as
my exit from the car. My now well endowed female form fumbling with bags
and boxes, shimmery nylon encased calves flowing from the hem of my
(my?)
form fitting skirt tapering down to ankles wobbling on sexy spike heeled
shoes, my well padded rear swaying seductively as I try to turn the knob
on the door, such a site would have an effect on a eunuch let alone a
normal, already sexually aroused, human male with a raging imagination
and entrapped cock. My male mind protesting less with each new
sensation,
the memory of my father's condemnations fading with each new caress of
my slip against my panties, I again began to wonder why it should be
such
an awful thought for a man to want to wear such pretty, sexy clothes as
I was now wearing. Such softening of thoughts however, could not go
unchallenged. For if I gave in, if I weakened, my wife and sisters, mere
women, would have beaten me, me a man (current situation excluded),
bested by a woman, a totally unacceptable and intolerable thought. So
while my resolve may have weakened, and my fear abated slightly I was
still far from giving in.
Upon opening the door my first impression was that my sister and
wife were tickling each other to the point of seeing who would pass out
first so loud and racus were the giggles emanating from the living room.
With all the noise they were making I was sure they could not be aware
of
my entrance, so I stumbled my packages through the door stacking them in
the foyer and went back to close the door. It was then that the
temperature difference between the oppressive heat and humidity of the
outside and the cool dry air of my air conditioned home became glaringly
apparent to my sweat soaked, nylon clad body. The sweat that had caused
my satin prison to cling to my body and drive me to distraction with
itches that I couldn't scratch had suddenly become a very cold and
clammy second skin that I could not escape. How could something so soft
and delicate as my beautiful satin slip and panties become such a
torturous monster? Was I experiencing more of what Debbie meant about
the difficulties of wearing sexy lingerie and skirts? I mean how often
would a woman, properly dressed (skirt, heels, hose) have occasion to go
outside for a workout and then return to an air conditioned house?
Certainly not often enough to use as an excuse to never wear a skirt and
hose. No, she was not going to get me that easily. I would refuse to
tell
her how uncomfortable I had become, I would smile and pretend that
nothing
was amiss with my mind or my attire. (Well at least I could dream that I
could pretend that well) With such thoughts in mind I ventured forth
into no-man's land to see what the "girls" were giggling about. (Hope
they don't see that 'girls' reference they would again explain to me:
"That's exactly the type of condescending garbage that got you into this
predicament in the first place.")
Gathering my packages, with my resolve set to deny any discomfort
or pleasure, I minced my way into the living room and nearly fainted.
There in front of me in all of its 52inch projection screen glory was
the image of a well endowed young woman prancing and posing for herself
in front of a large mirror which just happened to be identical to the
one hanging in my foyer. She could be seen rubbing her hands across her
skin tight satin skirted rear, admiring her voluptuous breasts from
different angles caressing them with her red nailed hands obviously
proud of the endowments nature had granted her.
"Oh my God!" I squealed.
I had been so wrapped up in the events of the day I had
completely forgotten about the security cameras inside the house. (Yes,
yes, I know Debbie mentioned them in her note but I didn't take her
seriously, I didn't think she even knew how to operate the system.)
My outburst of course alerted my wife and sister to my presence,
temporarily interrupting their reverie. Pausing rather than stopping the
VCR, so that an image of me slightly bent with my rear out one way and
my chest out the other and a hand on each cheek (not my face) was frozen
on the screen, they turned to look at me, gasping for breath and teary
eyed they "welcomed" me back into the house. I searched for a hole to
crawl into.
"gennie, dear! We were just reviewing the wonderful show you
produced for us. I knew you would eventually enjoy your new wardrobe I
just didn't think it would be so soon."
"Oh, sisterbrother dear could you do that bent over pose for us
live? Oh, you look so adorable, I can't wait to see you in your next
outfit."
"I...I...that was just playing around, when I first came
downstairs, I...I...was stressed...it...it was a joke. I wasn't enjoying
myself. I...I...wanted to see if I could pass in case someone came to
the door, that's what I was doing. It's not like I enjoyed myself in
front of the mirror all day like women do. If you watch the rest of the
tape you'll see I worked all day and now I'm ready for this game to end,
you've embarrassed me enough for one day."
"Oh gennie dear, you have not yet been embarrassed...much anyway,
and we have just begun. Obviously you have learned little about your
offensive attitude toward women so far. '...in front of a mirror all
day like women do.' Well dear we'll see just how much time YOU spend in
front of a mirror in the next couple of months. Now quit being such a
baby and come in and sit down so that Karin can get started on you."
I did as instructed. More or less. I sat down as gracefully as I
could under the circumstances, in my favorite overstuffed recliner and
immediately realized that it would be next to impossible for me to get
out of it without help or a pair of scissors to cut open my skirt so
that I could use my legs. The "women" just giggled more when they
noticed how my face registered my dismay. Karin wasted no time, taking
my chin in her hand she turned my head left, right, up down, looked at
my eyes, examined my ears commented that they could take another
piercing
or two without problem, examined my hair, felt my face, and then studied
my hands. I began to feel like a horse at auction. What was this
examination all about? And her comment about another piercing, what was
that all about? I was afraid to find out.
"S/he will look very nice with just a few adjustments. I can do
a light trim and some simple make up for today and then we can do a more
complete transformation at my salon tomorrow. You take her upstairs and
help her get cleaned up. I'll follow and setup what I need in the
bedroom."
"What gennie dear? Don't look so worried. Karin just wants you
to look your best for when you meet your new friends tonight."
"You keep referring to my meeting, and my new friends, what is
going on? You must realize that I am not going anywhere in a dress. This
whole thing has gone far enough, I admit that wearing a tight skirt has
it's problems, and I'll never ask you to wear one again. I'm sorry if I
have been "insensitive" to your "womanly rights" and "dignity" and
promise that I will be better in the future. You claim to have photos
of me in bed holding my new breasts, and now you have that God awful
video of me making a fool of myself acting like a vain air headed woman,
you have my assurance that I will behave, what choice do I have?" (I
think the sarcasm helped to make matters worse but I was upset, I
couldn't stop myself.)
"What choice indeed dear? If all we wanted was to control you we
could have done that easily, long ago. But as we have explained before
we want you to come to a deeper understanding of who you are. Of what
being a hu-MAN is all about. You'll see. By the end of your experience
you will understand. Of course you will cooperate dear, and it will be
because you want to, not because you are forced into it. The choice is
always yours dear, you know that, it's what you teach your students
every day, it's not that you can or can't, it's that you choose to do or
not do, always the choice is yours. Just wait and see if you don't agree
with me that what we ask of you is not more pleasant than refusing."
Somehow while talking her hands had made it to the back of my
neck and under my skirt to my knee. The longer she talked the softer she
talked, gently pulling my head forward towards her luscious full lips,
her other hand caressing my nylon clad knee, her nails gently scratching
the back of it. Her hot breath against my face drawing me closer and
closer, her hand moving to my ear, tickling around my earring. My
breathing heavy, the sensations from Debbie's hands sending messages
directly into the pleasure center of my brain, Our lips meet, the heat
seeming to melt our lipsticks together, the scent of her perfume filling
my senses, the electricity igniting my body from within, I have no will
of my own, it is as though she has me in a trance, I never want this
moment to end. I find myself agreeing to go upstairs and await my new
future.
Taking pity on me Debbie and Karin helped me out of my chair
with at least some grace and no broken ankles. With Debbie leading the
way I mince my way to the stairs for the long trek up. I was once again
reminded of how restrictive my tight skirt was. Taking them one at a
time it seemed to take forever to get up the stairs. I found myself
envying my wife for the ease with which she ascended the stairs in her
jeans and sneakers.
"Come along dear we need to get you out of those clothes so that
Karin can do your hair and make-up. Time for you to make a choice: Do
you want to get undressed on your own? or Would you like me to help?"
What choice would you make? There was my beautiful wife offering
to remove my glorious satin prison. The opportunity to have her against
my satin clad body once again. Giving me the opening I would need to
show her how much I loved her, and how much she needed the attentions
of a man and a man's equipment. I had my chance to convince her to
remove that damn belt.
"How could I refuse such an offer? Of course I choose to have
you help me." The smile on my face rivaled only by my wife's.
"So your choice is to have me help you get ready for your next
step, is that right gennie?"
My head was nodding so hard it felt like it was going to fall off.
"Well then lets get started."
Had I been capable of a hard on, and been able to move my feet
more than a foot at a time, I think I would have had her down on the
bed with her jeans and panties off in less than a heartbeat. As it was
I just stood there in the middle of the room awaiting her commands,
just like a good little gennie should.
As she slowly approached my position she started to purr about
how much fun we were going to have from then on. I was instructed to do
nothing until she indicated what I needed to do, that she would take
care of everything, to just relax and enjoy. The more she purred the
deeper I feel under her spell. She started nibbling my ear as she
wrapped
her soft wonderful arms around my shoulders, again forcing our breasts
together, slowly sliding her hands to the first button on the back of my
blouse, my body on fire. I wanted so badly to just take her there and
then, only her soft purring voice invading my lust. It must have taken
her 5 minutes to get the buttons of my silk blouse undone. Each button
an erotic experience, her long nailed fingers lightly scratching against
the silk of my blouse and the satin of my slip and corset. Finally
reaching the point where she could slowly, oh so slowly, oh so gently,
slide her hands inside the shoulders of my blouse. To glide her hands
over my sensitive shoulders, stopping just long enough to play with the
corset and slip straps. Her hands finding their way down to my waist,
feeling the constriction of my corset. Her full painted lips purring
how sexy it felt to have me so hard. Pulling my blouse forward, allowing
the silk of the blouse to caress my arms as it was pulled forward off
my body. I wanted her so badly, needed release so desperately, my male
mind screaming 'take this woman' my body shivering in anticipation, my
wife purring in my ear, relaxing me, making me want to wait, to extend
the pleasure as long as possible.
Dropping the blouse to the floor her hands once again find their
way to my restricted waist. My breath comes in gasps as she slides her
flattened hands across my belly, causing the satin of my slip to rub
against my corset, the stiff fiber of the corset enhancing the sensation
of her hands upon me. I am so caught up in her trance that by the time
she reaches my breasts and begins to knead them, just as I had done to
her so many times before, I feel the warm caress of her hands, the
compression of my breasts against my chest, the heat of her breath in
my ear giving me sensations I have never before felt. Of course I would
do whatever she asked of me I was hers and she knew it.
Moving her hands under my arms and down my back brought her chest
once again tight against mine. The sensation of her hands following my
corset stays down to the button on my skirt intensifying the pressure
of her very real, very firm yet soft, ever so perfectly formed breasts
against my own. Her warm soft lips again finding mine. I'm lost in an
embrace so heavenly my mind is not my own. She fiddles with the button
until it is undone, my body shivers as if in orgasm, the moment so
intense. Slowly she lowers the zipper, the restriction of my satin
prison
gradually abates, I feel her hands under the waist band pushing my skirt
down over my hips, my well padded rear being released, the satin of the
skirt sliding smoothly over the satin of my whisper soft slip. Her hands
reaching the garter tabs holding my stockings as my skirt flows into a
puddle around my high heeled ankles. Taking time to pull gently on my
garter straps, allowing me to feel the tug of sheer stockings against
my aroused legs, my slip again playing a part in that arousal. Debbie
purring another reminder into my mind about how sexy my new clothes are
and how lucky I am to be allowed to wear them. My mind drinking in the
sensations and suggestions.
It was then time for me to part with my whispery soft slip, so
light, so silky, so smooth upon my body its light lavender caress so
sensual. Debbie reaches up to my shoulders and pushes my slip's straps
down across my arms, activating the fine hairs along the way, making my
hands shake, a moment of regret that my thin yet strong covering is
being peeled away, exposing my true self for all the world to see.
Debbie's hands again on the move, under the bodice if the slip she is
now able to slide it delightfully slowly down my corseted frame. The
electric tendrils coursing non-stop throughout my body, my heart
pounding
in my ears, never in my life would I have dreamed that anything could be
so erotic or pleasurable.
Stepping back she holds her hands out to me palms up so that I
may have support in stepping out of the remains of my satin prison now
pooled about my feet. My mind and body so quickly conditioned to the
restrictions of my skirt my leg refuses to lift more than the few inches
that had been allowed. Realizing my folly I lift first one and then the
other foot high and step forward leaving a puddle of satin on the floor
behind me, a twinge of regret tugging at my senses. Debbie leads me to
the bed and motions for me to sit. Coming towards me pushes my shoulders
back so that I'm laying down my feet on the floor, she lifts my legs,
removing my torture shoes in the process and places my feet on the bed.
I want so badly to reach out to her. To hold her sweet body next to
mine.
To combine our bodies, our souls in loves embrace. Her whispering
arousing me at the same time restraining me, telling me there is no
rush, to relax and allow her to finish. Never would I have believed
that a body could be so aroused for so long without sexual climax, I
found myself never wanting this "ordeal" to end.
Debbie continued to undress me, her little gennie doll, in the
same slow, sensuous, manner as she had started. Holding my left foot in
her hand she began to stroke my leg with her wondrous long nails, along
the inside of my thigh, down under my knee, along my calf back to my
foot. My whole body quaking as she methodically repeated the process,
releasing one garter tab at a time. One with each stroke of her
manicured
fingers down my leg, until at last she is able to remove my silky sheer
stockings. Nylon rubbing against nylon rubbing against my legs,
releasing a delicious sensation with a direct connection to my brain. A
feeling so intense I am still unable to describe the power and eroticism
it released within me. My reactions are not unnoticed by my wife as she
continues her ministrations upon my body. Her whispered voice assuring
me that what I am feeling is only the beginning, that she will take me
to heights unimagined in my macho male mind, all I need do is relax and
accept.
With garters freed it was possible to remove my corset. Feeling
totally spent and with deep anticipation I watched as Debbie climbed
herself up onto the bed, climbed over me and straddled my corseted torso
with her knees. Resting her perfectly rounded posterior upon my well
chastised male equipment she down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled,
exposing her beautiful bare breasts. Throwing her shirt into the puddle
on the floor she gently raises my hands to her breasts, the warmth of
her flesh heaven in my hands, she leans forward her lips again finding
my own, her hands massaging my corseted chest. She slides her hands
slowly, firmly to the zipper at the top of my corset. With maddening
slowness she lowers the zipper one notch at a time, my mind reliving a
vision from earlier in the day. Finally, she reached the bottom of the
corset releasing me from its confinement. My first real breath since
putting it on, Debbie massaging my belly and chest, my sense of relief
at freedom curiously countered by a surprising feeling of vulnerability
at my freedom. How quickly I had become accustomed to being held sung
and secure. Perhaps feeling my mixed emotions Debbie, my beautiful
Debbie, laid down next to me and held me in her arms, tit to tit, skin
to skin, her warmth reassuring to my overwrought senses I promptly fell
to sleep. A sleep filled with dreams of satin and lace, of corsets and
petticoats. Dreams of lipstick and eyeliner. Dreams of beauty salons and
evening gowns. Dreams of peace and fulfillment, I wanted to dream
forever, to be allowed to be the real me, gentle and loving, but first
I would need to overcome my fears of what people would think of me, I
needed to learn to accept myself.
Readers: Sorry for the long delay. Health problems have precluded me
from getting much writing done at all. My greatest fear is that I'm
moving too slow with the story line and that people will lose interest.
I find this story quite different from most I have read on the web and
that is where my concern is rooted. Please let me know what you think.
With warm pink fuzzies
Luv, gennie TV :)
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