Passed down from each generation of women in her family was the knowing females are the superior beings between the two sexes. Shy, vulnerable, needy, submissive even docile they were all feminine traits she figured was best left for other women to use to get what they wanted. By her way of thinking she had all the necessary tools in her arsenal she could leverage to her advantage until the male in question was fully under her authority.
As Kate Houston sat behind the desk in her office reading the NYT article on the site she couldn’t agree more the sample size of statistics expanding over the last couple of decade’s were bearing it out. Companies with female CEO’s were more successful, firms that were staffed with a majority of women operated better, noticeably more productive and profitable.
In a frame behind her desk was the quote from the iconic woman. At one time during her era the movie star Mae West was the highest paid female in the country. ‘I wrote the story myself. It’s about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it’.
It reminded her of her mother and the way her father purposely kept her down penalizing the woman for her sexuality.
For some reason she thought about her exchange student she’d welcomed 10 months earlier to complete his college degree. His ‘Aunty’ a friend of hers from across the pond had taken in Willie at 10 years old after the tragic accident that took his mother. The deadbeat father had left when he was one leaving the single woman to raise him alone. As fate would have it she was killed by a drunk driver that was trying to navigate a round-about.
At 25 Willie Hewitt seemed grateful for the chance to study abroad being given use of her coach-house as a no-cost solution to his housing needs. As way of contributing he was asked to keep the rooms above the garage clean and in order and do the occasional load of laundry he might find in the laundry room of the main house.
The buzz of the intercom broke her train of thought.
“Ma’am the ‘VP’ from Acme fiber called and said you can expect an answer within the hour.”
“Thank you Saffron wait around until I tell you you’re excused….I’ll busy myself til then.”’
“Yes Ma’am…as you wish.”
Kate enjoyed having gay male secretaries for the senior female executives within her firm. There was just something about their acceptance it best that they serve instead of lead that came through in their efficiency.
Waiting for the call at her desk Kate decided it would be a good time to check the video from her home security system. Clicking out of the New York Times site she made a mental note to send the link of the article on to a few friends.
A few minutes in her look drew curious.
“What’s Willie doing there?….he’s such a nice boy…I do love his British accent…isn’t that nice….he’s putting away my clean laundry….careful every piece of my intimate wear has its place…..Oh my he’s stopping…hesitating’.
Kate watched him sit on the bed. He looked to be deep in thought as he held the pair of knickers. Willie thought about being raised by a single mother. The vivacious woman would often let him sit in her bedroom watching her slipping on her lingerie preparing for a night out and about. Seeing her in her selection of intimate wear as she put powder to face to enhance her appearance had planted the seed of femininity in his impressionable mind.
Kate looked on as he rose off her bed.
“Uh oh someone is hearing the call of pretty lingerie….yes they do look lovely…are you going to slide my panties on…perhaps it’s the estrogen flow yet they look and feel kind of sexy don’t they dear?….what about the matching bra….now your thin shapely frame will welcome the satin caresses …my heels too how adventurous….I never realized you and I have the same size feet….being English femme-dressing is in your blood. ”
Leaning back in her office chair Kate enjoyed watching the attractive male preen and primp in front of the floor mirror. He moved back to the dresser lifting the box out after sliding the slips away that were hiding it. Willie lifted the top to see the collection of vibrators and dildos. Selecting the pale looking life-like dildo he brought it to his mouth.
Kate spoke to herself....’Go ahead…no different than any other male…every guy considers at some point what it would be like to suck a dick’.
A half hour later in the kitchen he answered his phone seeing it was Kate.
“Just about to ride my bike to class Ma’am.”
“If you’re hungry check in the fridge…there is a spot of left over Chinese ‘moo-shoo’.
“Thank you Ms. Kate.”
“Look up in the corner and wave…I have some of my security camera’s there.”
He couldn’t help yet wonder if he had been ‘busted’ in her bedroom.
After class he came back that night to his apartment in the coach house to find the note on the counter ‘I hope you won’t mind I’ve put some of my extra things in the closet and your dresser’.
Looking on the bed he saw the panties he’d worn alongside a nightie. Opening the dresser Willie discovered it was filled with lingerie. Moving to the closet he saw Kate had put an array of feminine clothing with his pushed to the side.
A pint into his favorite imported pale-ale had him smoking a joint sitting on the stairs outside. It seemed to kick off the desire if not the hint of lust that is often lurking in the mind of a male his age.
For some reason he’d thought of the time he was on a date and found himself making out on the couch with the attractive girl. Feeling docile to her aggression he held still while she removed all his clothing. Her in her jeans and top naked he felt a wave of objectification if not submissiveness. He hadn’t had many moments of carnal copulation in his young life yet that was one.
The young woman soon had him on his back holding still arms along the side of his body as she rode him to her orgasm. Silently part of him felt so feminine being taken and drained of his cream like that.
Giving it time Kate waited before heading to the coach-house slipping into his bed knowing he was likely sleeping in her nightie and thong. The woman could feel her feminine juices stirring yet she intended to stick to her game plan.
“Oh Ms. Kate…I hope you’re not mad…It’s in my nature…I was just curious.”
He searched for another reason why without admitting his body had taken to smooth shapeliness the past 10 months.
“…its just…they feel so soft….so nice on my skin.”
“Your nature we’ll discuss later. Shhhh…there now …there is nothing wrong with it…calm down… its fine we’ll have a cuddle before sleeping.”
Her hand ran along his hips as they spooned her the big one to him being the small one. Keeping the vitamins and HRT pills restocked the woman had known he’d been on the train to the Lady pond for months.
In a confusion from a conversation he had been taking female hormones thinking they were vitamins like the others. It had happened the first weekend he’d arrived near 10 months before.
The comment on his part was meant as a compliment ‘I hope I can say this you’re so beautiful Ms. Kate’ Her reply was quick “Thank you vitamins and toning through yoga…they do make a difference if one wants a body like mine…I buy my tablets in bulk wholesale…you’ll find a collection of pills in unmarked containers in your bathroom cabinet…you’ll need to take them every day to be effective…is that something you can do?’.
Turning his back briefly towards the island counter a burst of masculine assertiveness had Willie interrupting her as he replied ‘Yes sure I’ll do that’. Had he listened and let her finish he might have heard her add ‘…yet be careful some are female hormones’.
Choosing to let him pay for his rudeness with a body altered over time Kate added… ‘So be it…what will change will change…Fine then my yoga teacher will have you on a schedule as well’.
His mistake taking them was he thought lined up as they were all of them were vitamins. The first grouping were vitamins yet next to them were female hormones.
Like so often happens after 21 days a habit takes hold…he grew to like them months were going by yet he enjoyed the inner calmness and gentle feeling they brought. The yoga too helped Kate’s instructor a radical feminist herself soon had him toning muscles to the look females preferred. The woman liked the idea she was helping to convert a male’s physicality to that of a female.
Kate eased him just a bit so he was turned away exposing his pretty butt. Her hand glided to that special place between his legs.
Riding his bike to school daily he had read professional bike riders kept their bodies smooth in case they fall. Wanting to be like them he did too aware skinning their knees or legs or arms in falls it hurts even more with hair on them to remove scabs after they appear.
Her leg glided up and down his smooth one while her hand caressed his thin waist. Once more it slipped between his twin cheeks. It was as though his penis was of little consequence in the moment. It remained hidden in satin-like softness of the pantie tucked away like a baby turtle in its shell.
Her knee forced his legs to spread a little wider as his front shoulder turned towards the mattress…he felt like how a pretty, submissive female coed feels…a naïve novice in the ways of receiving sexual gratification.
The longer her hand slid back and forth along the strip of the thong between his legs the more he enjoyed the touch of her fingers there. Kate next pulled him up a little letting her hand slip inside the cup of the nightie. Just as the woman had thought…a looseness was developing to go with the sensitivity that comes with areolas and nipples that were permanently enlarging.
A soft whimper escaped from his mouth. Releasing it gently he thought ‘I must sound like a girl’. Yet he needed to feel it again. He hoped she would give them both attention… He’d almost said the words silently to himself…’my breasts’.
Kate called it ‘tender surrender’…strength for beauty …muscles for prettiness … dominance for submission.
The spaghetti straps pulled down catching on his upper arms the outline of the developing twin peaks became illuminated as they settled still after a slight wiggle.
He knew it was a show of weakness yet as he rolled over onto his back he did what many would call the act of a femme-submissive…he spread his legs as wide as they could go.
Thinking there will be no ‘topping from the bottom’ manipulating me this moonlit night Kate recognized it immediately.
The woman shut it off right there….how many males had done that once they had gotten their rocks off?... demonstrating a callous, selfish disregard for a female’s quest of a climax.
Both physically powerful and luscious her body turned away as she simply went to sleep leaving him to only dream what it would be like to be taken by a beautiful woman as strong and dominant as she was.
By morning’s sunlight she was gone along with what he used to call his underwear. Out of the shower he’d found his t-shirts and briefs had been removed. In their place was a wide assortment of colors in the collection of panties and matching camisole’s.
The note simply read ‘You know I love…' a nanosecond had him hoping it would say ‘you’. Briefly disappointed he continued. '…how you make coffee…Come to the kitchen I want see what color you chose’. A smiley face next to it the 2nd sentence said ‘Cami’s are better than T’s…try one of the tops over it’.
The woman had effortlessly altered the equation. It was as though Willie wearing panties all the time would now be a given.
The smile on her face as she spoke on the phone had let him know the light physicality of the midnight interlude had established a deeper connection. Walking into the kitchen dressed in shorts Kate could see the outline of the thin strap under the mint green top that had once been a regular item of hers. Her eyes drifted lower to take in the sight of the hint of the areolas and nipples pressing against the brushed cotton material.
Out the open back door Kate waved at Beth her neighbor in the distance. She’d always liked the woman yet wondered why she stayed married to someone she thought was a louse of a husband.
“Check the quants Saffron I want to be informed.”
Kate waited hearing nothing but the silence.
“Honestly Saffron I’d have thought you know the lingo by know. I swear sometimes I think you care more about how your manicured nails look than the work needed …check the quantitative’s…well I guess I can’t expect too much you’re just a male secretary….at least you look attractive for the deferential position…you know how much I want something good looking presented at a desk out in front of my office…I did mean to tell you your new color and hairdo looks nice.
Both Kate and Willie could hear the ‘thank you Ma’am…I hope the roots don’t show’.
“….have a printout ready on my desk…and keep the water cooler chatting among you secretaries to a minimum until its done…all you male’s like gossiping like you’re at a hen fest."
Once more the two could hear his reply ‘Understood Ms. Houston’.
Kate welcomed the waiting coffee in her mug being handed to her by Willie. She read the inscription ’Woman last longer’ before she sipped. The exchange student couldn’t peel his eyes away from the way her breasts sloshed free of a bra under the half-buttoned Versace white blouse. Looking to the chair she walked to Willie saw the bra hanging on the back of it. Awash in French Leavers lace the balconette bra and pantie set selected from the Le Mysteries website oozed of risque style femininity.
“Oh that reminds me…I want to see something…come stand here darling.”
Moving towards her secretly he loved being addressed affectionately.
“Take my bra honey I want to see if you know how to put it on me properly.”
The blouse off her waist had the firmness that came with a ‘4-pack’ of stomach muscles.
“Press against my back…. if you were going to put it on yourself what would you do?”
At first Willie had the cups in front bringing a tension to the bands on either side.
“Wait I know …I’d put the hooks in front and spin it around before lifting.”
“Very good it’s as though you have an understanding that comes natural to a young lady….you may proceed.”
Her back pressing against him he hooked the clips in place spun it and lifted the piece of intimate wear up. Holding still he let one hand scoop and drop the full-sized breast in before doing the same for the other. Willie next brought the bra to sit evenly on her chest finishing with a slight simultaneous adjustment to each strap.
Kate flexed her biceps lifting her arms up. That was when he saw it. The tattoo on the inner side of the muscles had the image of the female sex symbol in red with a raised clenched fist inside it.
Her index finger touched the tip of his nose making him feel inconsequential in her presence.
“It’s the international symbol for female empowerment….not only are us women coming we’re going to rule one day. I have a necklace of the same design.”
He drew back thinking she was likely correct in saying it. He had read the statistics more females were in medical and law school than males these days. Many women had taken the place of males in the workplace often with better results.
“You tat looks cool Ma’am.”
“Yes I know….I wouldn’t have it if it didn’t….Now put on my blouse….oh a woman like me does enjoy being dressed by an underling.”
“Ms. Kate…may I ask …why are the buttons backwards.?”
“You’re British I would think you already knew. First off they are not backwards it comes from the days of ladies in waiting…Queens and a Baroness even a Duchess or Princess would be dressed by their personal maid. The term maid it’s origin often called initially a French maid was short for maiden…an unmarried female servant…you know....one who still has kept her virginity intact …like the way you acted in bed during our cuddle last night.”
Kate’s hand slipped in and pulled at one of the bra straps centering it better on her shoulder.
“They would dress their superior woman in all her clothing so the button holes were best situated to accommodate their task….. you seem to have a knack for it…very nice.”
“…I had to catch myself there I almost said ‘very nice pet’.”
Stepping away to reach for her coffee she was careful not to spill as she sipped. Kate detected it as she moved towards him he gave a slight hesitation and stepped back a half step as though he’d been turned prey to her predatory instincts.
“….now about your color I’m guessing you went with the light teal embroidered thong and camisole to go with the soft green of the top…lower your bottoms and lift your top to your tummy.”
Her hand reached out using her thumb and index finger she gently gave a brief lift to the spaghetti straps of the women’s ‘cami’ under the top. Stepping out of the shorts he felt a wave of submissive objectification showing off the panties. Her index finger snapped the panty waistband open as she looked.
“Oh that will never do…follow me.”
In the bathroom he held still panties off she trimmed the unkempt pubic hair until all that remained was a crisp letter ’V’ on his near hairless mound.
“Pull ‘your’ panties back up darling…you know what would looked cute is a lovely tattoo…we should think on it….come up with something symbolic.”
The panties in place he could tell she was assessing the look of his hair.
“Luv you wouldn’t mind would you?.... If I gave a cut and trim of a touch up…I think it would be an improvement.”
“Hummmm…mind? No…sure …I guess so.”
The towel on his shoulders she brought out her skills of cutting and styling hair she’d learned back in college making her way by working at a salon.
When Kate finished he was left with a ‘boy-cut’ that had a feminine twist to it. The brunette color slipped across the forehead in a sweeping bang from the new part on the right. Near most of his ears were covered allowing for pierced ears to have its earrings be seen. In back a gentle layered look brought a softness out centering his blemish free facial complexion.
Over time as it grew out he would acquire a look that highlighted an appearance of barely hidden feminine potential. Intentionally abandoning calling by name she took to using affectionate ‘pet’ terms.
“Swetie I need to get to the office….would you be a doll and clean up the mess?...how do you British say it…it needs a hoovering.”
“Yes Ms. Kate sure.”
“ That reminds me…I know being a student you could use some help…I think money and males don’t mix they often squander it so instead I’ll purchase gift cards that will help supplement some of your needs in exchange for you doing the housework on a regular basis…is that something you can live with…I mean you’ve already shown you can help with the laundry…..”
A caress along the pantywaist she smiled aware doing the laundry had been the catalyst for Willie getting caught wearing her underwear. That in turn led to being put in her panties and nighties and other things that she planned on expanding in the days ahead.
“…. yet there is more that needs daily attention….I insist on having a clean home.”
Willie took the bait.
“Sure and its true I could use help….I can do the house cleaning Ms. Kate.”
“Very well…I’ll have you know I can be demanding at times….I saw you left out your possible selection of courses for next semester…since you have the wiggle room of an elective or two you should sign up for the one on home economics.”
The way she said it it sounded like a demand not a request or suggestion.
“Humm I guess so…I mean it usually is only female students.”
“Well then your presence will offer some balance by taking it.
“Yes I suppose so Ma’am.”
“Good, if you have a problem getting it let me know I do contribute to the University so if it’s an issue I can intervene and resolve it.”