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Thursday’s schedule had only the 10 AM course on ‘Semantics’ as Willie came out of class he spotted the text from Kate acting as a reminder... ‘My afternoon luncheon has the guests arriving at 3. I’ve left somethings on my bed more appropriate for you to serve in…start the preparations at 2:30’. He had volunteered to help earlier in the week when she let him know she was having a few friends over.
Looking at the video feed on her laptop sitting in her car Kate felt sure his mind was going through the 3 step mental process. She called it temptation, delight, consent.
Standing in her bedroom Willie felt the temptation on seeing the maids uniform along with lingerie and a pair of heels. He lifted the crisply ironed maids uniform delighting in the idea of wearing it. A look down to the pair of high heels seem to put him over the top as he mentally consented to wearing everything she’d laid out.
Like many a crossdresser thrilled at doing it the act of dressing up took on the form of a solemn ritual. Sipping the take-out latte Kate watched as he stood in the white bra and pantie set and pantyhose letting the slip fall down accentuating the curves made more prominent from the padding in the bra cups. Willie hesitated before putting the maid’s uniform on then slipping into the 3” high heels.
Pulling in to her driveway Kate walked in and went immediately upstairs.
Staring at the mirror he was at the intersection between makeup and clothing. That juncture a woman has when she knows putting on her face will enhance the feminine look of her outfit.
Kate immediately took charge.
“There I was right you’ll feel more attuned to serving dressed liked that…”
“But Ms. Kate…. it’s a maid’s uniform.”
The woman dismissed the comment moving passed it.
“Yes I can see I’ve guessed correctly on your size…..let’s add a some color to bring out your features.”
Brushing out the styled hair that had taken on some length the past month 15 minutes later Kate admired her efforts. There was no other way to say it Willie looked pretty, looked feminine and looked like an obedient maid ready to obey and serve a woman capable of giving orders she expected to be acted on.
Bib-apron on he held still as Kate tied the ends into a large bow that she fluffed out to its maximum in behind the common day-wear maid’s uniform.
Knees together he sat at the bed as Kate finished off the look by polishing his nails.
“One more thing…..I think the name Tamera will do…we don’t want confusion to set in…yes Maid Tamera has a certain ring to it….be politeful be courteous and make sure everyone is waited on”
Blowing his fingers dry he was too stunned to object. Being given the feminine name he felt a wave of estrogen flow through his body. There was part of him that really wanted to live life from a feminine perspective. Willie remembered what his Aunty that had raised him told him regarding uncertainty…’Leap...and a net will appear’.
The afternoon would prove to be a lesson in humility if not feminine comportment.
At 46 Beth Harper had been Kate’s next-door neighbor going on 7 years. As so often happens Kate would hear the regular arguing the marriage had like others when complacency set in.
A one pound box of ‘Mint-meltaway’ chocolate squares her gift Beth smiled as Kate opened the door.
“Thanks for the invitation Kate I know we haven't spoken too much even though we’re neighbors…hopefully you like chocolate…I love luncheons with other females.”
The woman glanced around to see the other 6 women there. Her eyes stopped at seeing Willie serving while wearing the maid’s uniform.
“Is that…I mean…I thought he was hummm….your student I’ve seen around….he looks cute as a maid.”
“Well like a student he is learning yet the curriculum is far different…males so many are in need of training and education beyond the classroom especially those in transition.”
“Tell me about it I am living with one…lately his favorite thing is to come home from a night of drinking and hitting non girls before passing out…...oh I should’ve remembered your students name.”
“Tamera…yet for today he’ll respond to maid Tamera…”
“We can talk about educating yours during the luncheon….I have a few ideas if you are open to it….speaking about being open-minded I assume you have no issue with MTF transitioning.”
“You mean like that Caitlyn….no none at all…I’ve often wondered if that wasn’t Chris’s plan all along before they divorced…you know….kind of a parting gift…let’s see how you like making your way in the world as a woman.”
Kate slipped her hand inside the arm of Beth. Leading her into the living room she spoke.
“You could be spot on as to Caitlyn now that I think about it….I like you Beth…You’re right we should become the best of friends…let’s make a promise to do so….ohhh Maid Tamera….one of my guests needs a drink…come here.”
The two took in the sight of Willie in his maid’s uniform. The words came out in a soft breathy voice.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Harper…may I get you a glass of chardonnay or merlot?”
“Please call me Ms. Beth…I’m not sure I want to be addressed ‘Mrs. Harper’ any longer.”
As the afternoon moved along Beth came to find herself admiring the other women there. Not much of a drinker to begin with by the 4th glass of Merlot she could feel herself getting a little tipsy.
“They all seem so confident Kate…so self-assured.”
“That’s because they are…carving out a life of their own they have thrown off the shackles of oppression put upon them by the husbands or males in their life.”
“I had a great career once…I was just as good an accountant as he was maybe even better because I’m smarter and more disciplined…I kind of gave it away once I got married and had kids. Both of my offspring are out east living their life…we talk from time to time but now that it’s just me and Steve I’m not all that sure we should stay married if things keep going the way they are.”
Beth looked at Maid Tamera.
“He’s caught it hasn’t he…’Femme-fever’…the way a soft thigh-high hem feels on a pair of legs kept in stockings…the sensations of wearing bra and panties and lingerie …the feeling of being in high heels knowing others are staring at your figure…it’s such a tender surrender …somehow you’ve taught him how to enjoy the delights of being a woman.”
“It takes time yet the training is worth it…all males can be trained some women these days just get lazy about it. In a husband’s case control their libido and you control them.”
“Mine takes getting laid for granted not to mention his cheating.”
”Don’t take this the wrong way but that’s what I mean…you control the sex and you can train him to worship your pussy. You need to realize your feminine fluids are addictive in nature. A steady dose of that being digested on his part and he will discover he can’t live without it. Once you have him hooked it frees you to change his behavior. It’s the old saying motivation gets you started and habit keeps it going.”
Steve Harper pulled into the driveway as he had come to expect all the lights were off and the house was quiet. Half of the trip home from the country club it seemed he drove with one eye open to settled down the double vision.
He kept thinking about the waitress at the club’s 19th hole bar. Twice she had to slap his hand away after he pinched her ass. Like most males he thought a young woman likes that when I fact it was just the opposite and a huge turnoff. The 3rd time he tried it the waitress slapped his face. He left a $50 tip hoping it was a big enough she’d forget all about it.
Trying the bedroom door to find it locked he left a trail of clothing that led to the guest bedroom where once more he passed out naked on top of the comforter.
Getting up the next morning he seemed to be ignorant of the smell from the booze oozing out from his pores. It’s the funny thing about drinkers most don’t detect the odor yet it acts like a force field keeping others away. Stumbling to the loo hearing the noise in the kitchen downstairs he stood in front of the toilet.
Eyes half open hands on hips assertively a few seconds in he could feel the urine missing the mark splashing onto his legs and the tile floor.
“Hey what the fuck….damn what’s this thing?”
Having never seen one much less worn one as he tried to ‘yank’ off the metal piece encircling his dick and ball-sac.
“Owe fuck…that hurts.”
Beth Harper stood ready at the island counter, dressed in her favorite outfit for a day of shopping she turned on hearing him stomp his way down the stairs into the kitchen. Steve looked at his wife.
“Hey did you have something to do with this?...I just pissed myself.”
“What have you got on your penis?”
Her comment made him stop and think while giving her a slice of amusement. His brain seemed as coherent as a plate of scramble eggs. Steve had always known it was likely Beth was aware he’d been cheating on her for some time.
Beth spoke
“Maybe that waitress at the bar put it on you…yes I know all about her you’re forgetting the club’s GM is my friend too.”
Beth waved her hand.
“You reek to high heaven….I’ll be out all day.”
She could have added I’ve been seducing that new golf pro the ‘Tall Oaks’ country club hired and he is just about ready for the taking.
Looking baffled Steve jostled the metal cage holding his cock prisoner. Beth stopped at the kitchen door and turned. The woman gave a shake to her luscious c-cups drawing his attention to the key at the end of the pendant necklace sitting off the shelf of her breasts.
“If you’re looking for the key it’s right here…by the way it’s called a chastity cage…we’ll discuss that and the state of our marriage when I get home…you’ll find if you try and take it off it will likely have you at the emergency room.”
Steve stared at the legal papers laid out on the counter as he heard the door close.
The penis felt so natural being in panties as the fabric surrounded the organ in the satin-like feeling. The matching nightie the same texture saturated ‘Tamera’s skin with sensations as it danced along his altered body.
Lying on his back under the covers he felt it ..the touch of a woman ..it could only be one person…it had to be Ms. Kate.
Truth was he enjoyed being the maid serving her friends that afternoon. The uniform brought a certain pleasure to him perhaps even on a spiritual plane. Mystics had always declared the call to serve had always been a noble cause of a way of devoting one’s life.
The way the matching bra and panties went with stay-ups garter-belt and stockings. The high heels too there was something about wearing lifted 3” heels that he enjoyed. The way they made him walk the feeling that his bottom cheeks made pretty in panties moved and swayed
He had told himself it was the padding of the bra that made them appear bigger…he couldn’t really be growing breasts could he? Maybe because he kept his body totally hairless they seem to look like a woman’s breasts. It wasn’t really all hairless he did have the lovely look of the feminine ‘V’ Ms. Kate had shaved his hair on his mound into. So often throughout his day he’d think about it and liked the feeling it gave him to know how pretty it looked….how feminine it felt.
Lying there he felt her hand slide along the smoothness of his leg as it slid upward. There it was again…he could feel the movement …a kind of sloshing feeling on his chest that could only be made from a fluid. He shifted again feeling her kissing the soft cheek on his smooth face he felt it once more…they were moving…they were feeling more sensitive than they should being a male.
A look down in the predawn light showed the twin points lifting in hardness. The thoughts were swimming through his brain fast…Could they really be his own nipples? They looked too sexy to be a male’s…they look so alluring excited as they were pouting up….oh God he needed them touched…..he needed to feel them being sucked….oh would she please play with them…they felt so alive…did he really have breasts…he couldn’t deny how nice the felt being held captive in a satin bra early that afternoon.
Kate’s hand glided over his panties….he thought 'oh why did it have to feel so nice'.
“Ms. Kate…your touch…it makes me want you more than I ever have.”
“Oh Baby you liked being called Tamera didn’t you?...a lovely thing…maid Tamera…so pretty this past few months…lovely Maid Tammy in her uniform and heels…the cap trimmed in lace edging…the hair styled so feminine…even the pair of pearl stud earrings and matching single strand of its sisters of pearls resting above your ‘peter-pan collar’…Hmmm darling did it feel nice having your nails varnished in red…can you feel the femininity in you expanding…the way your hips sway back and forth from walking in heels….how gently you move doing your household chores…the way you look making the beds and doing your ironing.”’
“Ms.Kate it feels so fulfilling being your maid.”
“…so many of my friends that stop by tell me you look lovely as my maid…yes women like us do like to be waited on…especially by one pretty as you…that knows her place is being of service to alpha females.”
Kate bent and kissed Tamera letting her hand scoop up his breast.
“Be a good girl…spread your legs wide Tamera…you’ve earned yourself a reward….doesn’t it feel nice wearing bra and panties…you know there is no better time to come out than now….why hide it…and look how excited you are…there lets pull these to the side while I prepare to mount you…I like feeling dominant…being on top I always feel so in control…especially when someone so pretty as you is under me.’
It took a moment…then there it was. His penis was engulfed in the cocoon of warm wet femininity. There was nothing else in the universe like it…the inside of a woman’s vagina.
Together her thrusting had the two bodies moving as one. Tamera feebly tried to lift up but was easily pushed back.
“I like you feeling docile…just lay there Tammy the more submissive you feel the greater the feeling of being taken by a woman it will be.”
He felt it again…his chest was moving
“Ms. Kate…my chest…its moves…they move …each of them…back and forth as you make love to me.….I’ve been feeling it more and more lately.”
“Yes honey…they should move…they’re breasts …so yummy….that’s what they do…it’s what you have now…your areolas and nipples too…they’re only going to get larger…more expansive…we both know you want that….and now they’re filling with milk…it’s what gives you the shapeliness…the contour a woman enjoys.”
“But that means I’ll have to wear bras…I mean outside….all the time….every day….what will people say?”
“Of course every day…just lie back and enjoy…we’ll talk about your intimate wear later…it’s not just bra and panties anymore…not after seeing how lovely you looked being in your maids uniform…you’ll be in other things as well…having a domesticated maid is nice…just ask all those husbands that treat their wives like that….yet as my girl I want you to experience more than that…the feeling you get being in a sundress and strappy heels…the feeling of vulnerability of being corseted wearing panties, stockings and heels under an evening gown….the sense that you are an objectified feminine being…yes a maid is nice to have as I said yet the feeling for a girl like you to be a wife is better…more well-rounded in her contribution to a relationship with her dominant.”
He hadn’t even notice but his legs were along the outside of Kate’s hips as she continued the fucking. Her mouth dipped down as her lips took to sucking on his hard nipple. The sensation was incredible. Her free hand payed with the other crinkling the nipple tugging at it pulling at it letting it go only to see his breast return to the original contour.
“See how they move when I play with them yet they fall back into shape just like before….yes you have breasts now…ohhh honey your little clit of a plaything…it feels so excited…it enjoys being surrounded in feminine wetness…have you ever thought what it would feel like to be penetrated yourself….why with plenty of lube…you’ll welcome my strap-on.”
It was as though he thought about it…to have soft feminine skin…lovely breasts…a pretty butt…and to have a cock-like phallus between his slit of a crack moving inside him.
“Oh Ms. Kate…eeeewwww, eeewwww…I’m climaxing…I’m creaming…just thinking about what you said is making me get wet.”
“I know dear…it’s what submissive girls do when they are being fucked….later we’re going to have to have you tell your Aunty…we’ll have no secrets about it…the woman is entitled to know….being a feminist she’s raised you well…see how nicely you’ve taken to the feminine consciousness within your mind.”
End of part 2