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Behind Every Good Woman 1/3 TG, femdom
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Another RV story, Jim, I found on my system. - AD
I was aghast to think my young fiancee had just signed me up for a course
in
cosmetology. I really don't remember expressing any interest in that
subject.
Of course I always admired the way Janice was beautifully groomed. Her
make up and clothing were always perfect. And of course with her trim
athletic
figure and entrancing eyes she was the most beautiful woman I have ever
seen.
In fact, it was difficult for me to understand what she saw in me. I'm
certainly no prize winning specimen of masculinity. At five eight, I'm
rather
small boned and have rather rounded features for a guy. But my skin is
very
soft and white. I've tried to take care of what I have.
I'll never forget the time we first met. I was so overpowered by her
beauty
that I didn't even notice she was three inches taller than me. Her long
golden
hair fell in soft curls to the middle of her back. It looked lovely with
the black velvet ribbon which matched her dress. Now as we sat on the
couch
in her living room, her penetrating blue grey eyes looked lovingly down at
me. I was massaging her nyloned feet. She understood that I was having
serious
reservations about attending the five day cosmetology seminar.
"Now Kim, I know how you feel. But you must always remember that when we
decided to get married, I was going to be the bread winner. And your job,
honey, is to stay at home and take care of my needs and the house. Surely
your
not backing out of our agreement before we even take our vows."
"But Janice," I heard myself begin, "cosmetics are for women. I'll bet
there
will be no other men in the class. I'll feel so silly - the only rooster
at a
hen party!"
"Maybe so" she giggled thoughtfully, "but I'm afraid you are just going to
have to get used to that. After all, you're going to assume the
traditional
housewife's role in our relationship and I don't want you to go through
life
regretting it. As my obedient little housekeeper, your going to have to be
supportive of my career. Your efforts, though mostly behind the scenes,
are
going to contribute to my success as an attorney. Whether you are ironing
my
clothes, or helping me with make up, or just simply mopping the kitchen
floor,
I want you to take special pride in each little task, knowing that you are
contributing to my success and our happy home."
I found it very difficult to argue with Janice. Her arguments are usually
very sound. With her being three years older and a law school graduate, I
almost always come around to seeing things her way. Also, we had agreed
early
in our relationship that she would make the decisions and that I would
always
do my best to live up to her expectations. As proof of my love and trust,
I
had in effect given her authority over my life.
After I finished with the other foot she smiled a loving "Thank you honey,
that was nice."
Knowing it would make her happy, I went to the bar to refresh her drink.
Except for just a sip to test hers, Janice didn't allow me to drink
alcoholic
beverages. I used to enjoy an occasional after dinner cocktail, but giving
it
up was worth it.
As I returned, she casually reached under her skirt and lowered her
panties
and pantyhose.
"Here, Darling" she smiled, trading me her soiled lingerie for the vodka
martini. "Go up and rinse these out, and then get ready for bed."
Jan knew that she didn't have to tell me to perform this nightly chore.
But I
think she took a secret delight in exercising her authority. I stood on my
tip toes to give her a loving peck on the cheek before hurrying off to do
as
she asked.
We each had separate bedrooms with a private bath. Hers of course was much
larger than my own. I thought that was as it should be, but I kind of
resented having to rinse and hang her lingerie in my own bathroom. Jan
didn't
like the clutter in hers. As I gently squeezed soapy bubbles through the
thin
nylon, I thought back on our little conversation. "Yes" I thought, "I do
take
a special kind of pride in taking care of my beloved lady. It's so nice to
see her going off to the office in a smart business suit, knowing that I
had
pressed the pleats of her skirt perfectly. And that underneath the suit,
she
was comfortable in freshly cleaned undies which I had also pressed after
carefully washing and drying them." With a warm feeling of love, I hung
her
things over one of my towel racks to dry.
Since moving in with Janice, most of my own pajamas had become worn and
gone
by way of the trash can. Now practically all my nightwear consisted of
Janice's cast offs. Most, because she had tired of them. But a few she had
given me as gifts on special occasions. At first I was quite embarrassed
to
be seen in a sheer nighty, but Janice always seemed more loving and
attentive
when I wore them. "And besides" she would grin with a twinkle in her eyes,
"you really don't have a choice, do you?" And she would playfully tweak
one
of my little nipples through the soft sheer nylon.
Each morning I wake at least an hour before Jan. She likes to have her
breakfast served in bed. After getting used to the routine, I enjoy it
too.
Its nice to wake her up with a soft kiss to the smell of coffee and crispy
bacon. While she eats, I lay out her clothes and lingerie as we talk about
her plans for the day. Also she never hesitates to let me know what I need
to
take care of before she gets home. Sometimes she'll let out a low whistle
as I
busy myself with her clothes. She likes to kid me about my legs when I'm
wearing a baby doll. She insists that I keep them shaved and always wear
at
least three inch heels around the house. Most of the sleep sets she's
given me
include matching heels.
As she brushes her teeth I start her bath. One morning, I was wearing a
very
short pink satin baby doll. As I bent to draw her bath water, she pinched
me
hard on the bottom through the matching panties. With a loud shriek I
jumped
straight in to the warm scented bubbles. She could tell by the angered
look
on my face that I was not amused. But with complete disregard she stepped
out
of her ankle length nightgown and joined me in the large tub.
"Soap my shoulders and breasts first" she directed, continuing to ignore
the
upset look on my face. Perhaps it was a test. My pretty satin nighty and
matching panties were soaked. Not to mention the matching high heels which
felt so soggy now still on my feet. With only a slight hesitation I took
the
sponge she offered and gently began the task of bathing her. She smiled
knowingly as the tears welled up in my eyes. Before I finished I heard
myself
apologize for becoming upset with her. I turned on the spray and we both
rinsed off before stepping out of the tub. The pretty satin and lace of my
nightwear clung wetly to my body as I dried Janice with a big fluffy
towel.
"Your such a little sweety" she smiled. With a soft pat of her hand on my
cheek she took the towel and wrapped it around her marvelous body. "Hurry
and
get dry now Kim. I want you to help me dress."
My knees felt so weak as I submissively obeyed.
During the week of cosmetology classes, I learned quite a bit about women
as
well as make up. I was the only male in the class. After the first
embarrassing day I didn't hesitate to let Jan know how upset I was.
Sitting
on the couch, she just smiled and motioned for me to take my place on the
floor at her feet. Then, completely ignoring my tantrum, she had me tell
her
what I had learned so far.
Well, I guess by the time I finished I had learned quite a bit. Enough
that,
after much practice, I even surprised Jan. She would frequently bring her
secretary, Julie, home with her so I could get more practice. Julie
thought
it was a "real blast" to have her hair and face done by her boss's future
husband.
The first time was a little embarrassing for both Julie and I. Me,
because,
Janice insisted that I wear a very short nylon beauty operators smock.
Actually, it was just like a tight fitting dress. Through the thin nylon
one
could easily see the fancy lace embroidery of my matching chemise and full
cut panties. I blushed madly when Julie complimented me on my legs with
their
white four inch heels.
I got my revenge when Janice had Julie slip out of her dress so as not to
get
it wet. At first she declined, knowing it wouldn't be proper with a man in
the room. Janice sensed her concern.
"Oh, don't worry about Kim" she said. Then she walked up to me. Her hand
toyed
with my ear lobe as she looked directly into my eyes. "Just think of him
as
one of the girls" she grinned. "That's why I had him wear the uniform."
With that, Janice turned and had me undo the back buttons of her own
outfit.
Dressed only in her matching lingerie of gleaming grey nylon she went to
Julie
and helped her out of her dress. Though not as fancy as what Jan wore, I
was
happy to see Julie wore a pale yellow set including panties, half slip and
lacy brassiere. It felt strange to be fully dressed in the feminine
uniform
with both of these lovely creatures in just their thin undies. Janice had
me
fix them both a drink before starting on Julie. Strangely, as I worked,
and
the girls chatted about their day at the office, I didn't feel at all out
of
place.
Afterward, Janice had me help Julie back on with her dress. I blushed as I
knelt to straighten the hem and smooth the full skirt over her thighs. She
stooped down and gave me a sisterly peck on the cheek and slipped a five
dollar bill into the opening of my uniform. Before she left, Julie thanked
me
with a big smile and did a little pirouette which afforded me a good view
of
the pretty yellow lace of her slip.
"More to come"
BEHIND EVERY GOOD WOMAN
PART II
Janice told me that Julie would be coming home with her on Mondays and
Thursdays to have her hair done. Of course I didn't really mind doing
these
things for my lovely fiancee. But it was quite another matter serving an
almost complete stranger. As her husband to be, I felt it very demeaning
to
serve as a beautician for someone else. I let Jan know how I felt.
"Well, Kim, hopefully you won't feel Julie to be such a stranger after a
few
weeks of giving her beauty treatments. As my personal secretary, she helps
me out tremendously at the office and its important for her to look nice.
From now on I want you to show Julie the same courtesy and respect that
you
show me. If you think about it Kim, you should be the one to thank Julie
for
helping you keep in practice."
The following Thursday I used all the tricks I had learned to make Julie
as
attractive as possible. It really wasn't that difficult. She was naturally
very attractive. Once again, Jan had insisted that I wear the thin nylon
uniform. "It will make Julie feel more comfortable" she smiled "and I
think
its really cute the way your pretty underthings peek through the thin
materiel."
After I finished my work on Julie that evening, I helped her back in to
the
slim skirted business suit. Once again she had worn a matching set of
lingerie. This time in soft powder blue. As I helped her into the narrow
skirt, I took a secret delight tucking in and smoothing the pretty blue
half
slip around her soft bottom and firm thighs. After zipping her up in back,
I
knelt and lifted the hem of the skirt. Gently I tugged at the lace trim of
the
slip until it hung neatly.
Remembering Jan's words, I heard myself thanking Julie for the privilege
of
working with her. It wasn't until I saw the knowing sparkle in her deep
blue
eyes that I realized that I had unconsciously executed a very feminine
curtsey. Holding the skirt of my short uniform, I had displayed a generous
amount of lace at the hem of my pale green petticoat.
A broad smile came to Julie's features as she complimented me on my
lingerie.
I blushed deeply when her fingers toyed with the straps of my slip and bra
through the translucent nylon of my uniform.
"Kim is really a darling, isn't he?" asked Janice as she moved next to me
and
rested a hand on my narrow waist.
Without waiting for a response, she said that Julie would be staying for
dinner and asked me to freshen their drinks before starting on the meal.
She
said they needed to discuss a contract they were reviewing at the office.
After I served dinner and cleaned up in the kitchen, Jan had me come in to
the living room. They were still discussing business. Without missing a
syllable of her conversation, Janice simply glanced at me and pointed to
her
feet. I blushed as I realized she wanted me to massage her feet while they
continued their discussion. Dutifully, I knelt at her feet and removed her
high heels. I felt so humiliated having to perform this menial task in
front
of Julie. I wished the earth would open and swallow me up!
It was perhaps twenty minutes later when Jan moaned pleasurably and
thanked
me for a wonderful foot massage. She reached down and playfully pinched my
ear lobe.
"Now its Julie's turn" she smiled.
I knew better than to resist. My cheeks were aflame. Still on my knees, I
turned to Julie. I desperately tugged at the hem of my uniform which had
ridden up above the middle of my soft rounded thighs. My nyloned knees
were
pressed tightly together. As if she expected me to obey, Julie casually
lifted a foot and let it rest in my lap. The three inch heel of her pump
pressed firmly into my thigh through the thin nylon of my skirts and
pantyhose. Completely humiliated, I removed the delicate shoe and slowly
began. Neither of the ladies seemed to be even slightly aware of my
humiliation as they continued their discussion.
I worked conscientiously. The sounds of their conversation drifted as I
thought about the lowly position I had assumed. A position where my
complete
obedience was expected. My lovely Janice, and now her secretary Julie,
merely
accepted my subservience as though it were the most natural thing in the
world. As I worked with Julie's soft nyloned feet a feeling of warmth
coursed
through me. Perhaps this is the way it should be. I don't know how long my
thoughts wandered. Julie's soft hand on my cheek brought me back to the
present.
"That was very nice, Kim" she smiled down at me. Lifting her nyloned foot
from
my skirt, she handed me her glass and suggested that I refresh their
drinks.
"Yes, Ma'am", I automatically responded. It wasn't until I had gathered
both
glasses that I realized what I had said. Why had I used such a tone of
respect? Julie was certainly no older than myself. Indeed, I thought her
to be
a few years younger. My thoughts were in turmoil as I returned with the
drinks.
Janice informed me that Julie would be spending the night.
"It's getting late Kim. And I want you on your best behavior in the
morning.
Go and get ready for bed now, honey, while Julie and I finish our drinks."
Thank goodness, I thought, she's not going to humiliate me in front of
Julie
by having me rinse her under things.
"Put on your pretty yellow sleep set." she added as I headed for my
bedroom,
"and then come and give us a good night kiss."
"Us?" I wondered. What did she mean by that? And why had she told me to
wear
my yellow outfit. It was definitely the prettiest set I had. But the see
through nighty was so short. It merely highlighted the soft yellow lace of
the sleeping bra that I wore underneath. And the ruffled hem ended above
my
slim waist. My little belly button was bare for all to see above the high
waist line of the matching nylon briefs. Janice had me embroider a small
satin "K" above the left leg opening of the panties as well as just above
the
left breast of the nighty. Knowing I was going to be put on display in
front
of Julie, I tucked myself neatly between my legs before pulling up the
soft
panties. The set also included a wide yellow satin ribbon which I tied in
my
shoulder length brown hair. The big fluffy bow exactly matched the smaller
ones on each of the four inch slippers. After checking my appearance in
the
mirror as Janice had taught me, I self consciously teetered back into the
living room. I noticed that both girls had moved to the large couch.
The silence was sudden. Julie let out a low whistle. Janice was the first
to
speak.
"You look absolutely lovely, Kim. Come closer and turn around" she
motioned.
I felt so strange. My cheeks burned as I slowly turned.
"Simply remarkable" breathed Julie. Her finger touched the little "K" on
my
panties. "You have such fantastic legs, Kim." She turned to Janice as her
hand continued boldly down my left thigh. "Jan, I think Kim should have
been
girl. She's beautiful! And I can't get over how well you have her trained.
You've just got to lend her to me one of these days."
My eyes were locked with Jan's. "Yes, she is a little doll" intoned my
fiancee. She reached for my hand and slowly pulled me down to the couch
between them. Gently, she pushed me back until I lay with my beribboned
head
resting on Julie's skirt, at the juncture of her thighs. Jan's eyes
penetrated my very soul as she lowered her lips to mine. Beneath the thin
nighty, she toyed with my sensitive nipple through the thin crisp lace of
my
pretty sleeping bra. Her firm warm tongue pierced my lips. Her hungry
kiss pressed me firmly into the feminine mound beneath my head. It was
almost
as if Jan was using me as an instrument to intimately caress her pretty
young
secretary. Julie moaned softly and slightly raised her hips. Julie's soft
fingers played at my ears with threatening familiarity as I submitted to
Jan's
attentions. I was breathless.
After several minutes, Jan broke the embrace. Her eyes sparkled with
loving
dominance. As the sexual aggressor, she had demonstrated her mastery over
my
body and mind. Julie continued to fondle my ears possessively. She somehow
seemed to understand how I felt, surrendering completely to the will of my
beautiful fiancee. With my head still resting at the vee of her thighs, I
could feel the heat rising. I felt betrayed by the look of disappointment
in
my eyes when Jan lifted me once again to a sitting position. Then
standing,
she pulled me to my feet. With a knowing grin she straightened my nighty
and
repositioned the waist band of my pretty panties.
"Now tell Julie good night and run along to bed. You'll need to prepare
breakfast for both of us in the morning, dear. Oh, and lay out an extra
nighty on my bed. I think Julie would like the blue one."
Blushing furiously, I bent to give Julie a peck on the cheek. Thankfully,
she
accepted the gesture and sweetly bid me good night.
Before leaving, Janice handed me two pairs of crumpled pantyhose and two
very
pretty but wrinkled pairs of panties. The light blue ones I realized were
the
perfect match of Julie's half slip.
"You know what to do with these, dear." she smiled, sending me off with a
firm pat on my yellow pantied bottom. "And Kim, don't forget, in the
morning
you're going to have double duty. So be sure to get a good nights rest."
(More to come)
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