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Behind Every Good Woman 2/3 TG, femdom
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
BEHIND EVERY GOOD WOMAN
PART III
Janice, my beautiful fiancee, had been right. Soon I came to accept her
young
secretary, Julie, as just another facet of my new life. Although she was
actually two years younger than myself, Janice insisted that I treat her
with
the same respect and courtesies to which she herself had become
accustomed.
I served tea while Janice explained our relationship to Julie. My cheeks
burned with embarrassment and I wanted to retreat to the kitchen. Jan
insisted however, that I remain. I stood facing them as my fingers toyed
nervously at the frilly hem of my short feminine apron. My eyes were
lowered
to the floor. I wished it would open up and swallow me as I listened.
"You know, Julie, that Kim and I live a somewhat different lifestyle. As
my
secretary, you will necessarily become more involved in my personal life.
Its
important that you understand our relationship. I enjoy being an attorney
and
I intend to be a very successful one. I am entering a world of men.
Powerful
men. Do you know how they got that power, Julie?"
I heard a soft "No, Ma'am" as Janice continued.
"Because they are smart and cunning, and ruthless when necessary. And
because
they have a sweet little wife to go home to. Someone who will be true and
loving no matter what happens outside, in the legal jungles. Someone who
willingly dedicates her life to the success of her mate, taking pride and
yes,
cherishing his accomplishments. My sweet Kim has agreed to do this for me.
He
will become my loving little housewife. Always eager to love, honor, and
obey."
At this, she reached for my hand. I stepped forward to where she sat, the
toes of our high heels nearly touching. At her indication, I slowly knelt.
My
downcast eyes couldn't help but admire her strong nyloned thighs where
they
emerged from the slim stylish business skirt. Secretly I recalled the
pride
I felt when I had pressed it this morning. Her cool hand softly caressed
my
burning cheek as she resumed.
"Naturally, its not easy for Kim. Assuming a traditionally feminine role
would not be easy for any male. But I am very proud of him. He is trying
very
hard and I am doing all that I can to help him. I expect you to help also,
whenever the occasion arises. We want to reduce or eliminate his masculine
tendencies while encouraging his nurturing, supportive femininity. I
thought
it was sweet of you the other day to refer to Kim using feminine pronouns.
That's nice, but it is also necessary to keep him mindful always that he's
really just my sweet little feminized boy. Its important that he always
remember his proper position."
She paused momentarily, handing me her empty cup. As gracefully as
possible
in the three inch heels, I rose and hurried to refill it. I felt the eyes
of
both ladies on my loudly rustling skirts. After also filling Julie's cup I
returned to my kneeling position.
"Kim understands that I expect him to be obedient and pleasing to you
also.
You will let me know if he ever incurs your slightest displeasure. As my
personal secretary, I intend to keep you very busy. We will work out a
schedule for Kim which will allow him to help you around your apartment.
He
needs all the practice he can get with dusting, laundry and other
household duties. Also, I want Kim to learn how to entertain. There will
be
times when I have guests, both ladies and gentlemen."
Jan's hand went to my chin, lifting it to where our eyes met.
"I think our little Kim secretly enjoys submitting to women. But he may
be somewhat reluctant to please the gentlemen."
I couldn't believe what she was saying. She grinned broadly at the shocked
expression on my face. Though I couldn't see her, I knew Julie could not
suppress a similar grin. My eyes were locked in terror to her own soft
gaze as
she continued.
"Most young girls experience these things nowadays before getting married.
That's why I've hired an escort to help him learn some of the finer points
of
womanhood. Charles will join us next Friday evening here at our home."
These last few months of conditioning to assume the feminine role had not
prepared me for this! I certainly did not like the idea of another man in
our
home. Especially not as my "escort". I started to object. Julie boldly
took
it upon herself to interrupt my protest.
"It won't be so bad Kim. All girls experience an initial rejection
response.
But once they see how nice it is to have a big strong man around, they
love
it. You just wait and see. Soon, you'll yearn to be in the arms of a
handsome young man, eager for the masculine attention he will give."
Her broad smile did not convince me. Before I could continue, Janice once
again took control.
"Kim, sometimes a young girl will secretly long to be in the tender
embrace of
a handsome man. She'll spend hours day dreaming about their first
encounter.
Sometimes writing his name over and over again. These are important
feelings
in the development of a young lady and something I don't want you to miss.
After you clear the tea things, I want you to get a pad of paper and a
pen.
You will write the name of your new boyfriend one thousand times. Each
time
will be in as neat and as feminine a script as you can manage. All the
while
you are writing, I want you to think about your first encounter. Imagine
how
you will feel preparing yourself for him. Think about what pretty dress
you'll
wear. And perhaps which slip or petticoat. One that can charm him as you
secretly reveal just a hint of lace at the hem of your pretty skirts. And
think how you will feel, so soft and pliable as he takes you into his
strong
manly arms."
I was awe struck by her words. However her soft finger at my pink lips
accorded no room for further argument.
Almost two hours had passed. I sat dutifully at Jan's big desk, carefully
writing. I tried to dispel the thoughts she had planted in my head.
However,
the more I tried, the more vivid they became. Charles, I thought, such a
strong name. I wondered what he would be like. And more, what would he
think
of me? Would he treat me warmly as if I were an attractive young lady? Or
would he be disgusted by my feminized state? How would I react if he got
to close? Or worse yet, if he touched me? I was revolted by that thought!
The firm touch of Julie's hand on my shoulder jarred me from my thoughts.
I
looked up into her broad smile and sparkling eyes as she inspected my
work.
"Have you decided on a dress yet, Kim?"
I steamed inside. What gave this young girl the right to ask such a
question?
I resented the familiarity of her hand as it moved lower on my back,
coming to
rest at the closure of my brassiere. Her fingers made gentle little
circles
around the fastening as if to remind me of my status. She continued to
smile
patiently into my glare, waiting for a response.
"No Ma'am". It was almost a whisper.
I'm sure she could feel my disgust but I tried not to let it show.
Thoughtlessly, (or was it with a purpose) she continued the conversation.
"I remember my first date just like it was yesterday. I was so excited.
And
a little nervous too." she giggled with a mischievous, conspiring tone.
Her hand remained at my back softly tracing the outline of my bra as she
continued with great detail. I blushed but tried to show a polite interest
in
her sometimes intimate discourse. I found it tremendously embarrassing
that
she was so comfortable in sharing these feminine feelings with me.
Something
I'm sure, no man would ever hear from her lips. Yet here I sat under her
caress, a man indeed. A feeling came over me as she talked.
I became more aware of my soft, yet restrictive clothing. The thin dress
with
its narrow skirt. The secure feeling of my bra as it gently cupped the
roundness of my immature breasts. The delicate high heels, how they lent
an
attractive curve to my thin ankles yet enforced a shortened stride and a
slight sway to my hips. I felt the soft rustle of my nylons as I crossed
my
legs in the feminine manner that had now become habit. A strange feeling
of
kinship overcame me. I felt sort of a closeness to Julie.
Later that nite we were all in Jan's bedroom. I was helping them get ready
for bed before returning to sleep in my own room. I guess Jan had been
right
earlier when she mentioned the idea that I secretly enjoyed my subservient
role in our relationship. But as I unzipped Julie and helped her out of
her smart business suit, I realized something was different. I was no
longer overcome by embarrassment as I gently slipped off her pantyhose and
delicate mint green nylon briefs. As I helped her into her pink baby doll
nighty, I felt a special closeness. Sure, I realized that I was obliged
to obey her just as I obeyed Jan, but it was almost as if we were sisters.
Jan smiled down at me and gently tousled my beribboned hair as I knelt
before Julie, pulling the matching pink panties snugly up on her hips.
"Kim, you're such a darling little sissy" she smiled. "I just know you're
going to make the best little housekeeper and maid a woman ever had!".
I blushed. But there was little I could do. Both of these marvelous women
realized the truth of her words. Julie stooped down. Enfolding my face in
her
soft hands, she pulled me to a standing position. Pulling me closer, she
planted a warm lingering kiss on my forehead. I felt the hard tips of her
breasts press firmly against mine through the thin nighty. After ending
the
embrace, she handed me both her and Janet's lingerie.
"Now bid your lovely fiancee good night, and to bed with you, Sis!"
Had she read my mind? I had little time to dwell on the thought however.
As
Julie jumped into her side of the large Queen sized bed, Jan took my arm,
spinning me into her strong embrace. Even in my three inch heels I had to
raise my lips to hers. She was such a powerful woman. I moaned in sweet
surrender as her warm searching tongue pierced my lips. Julie giggled
softly
when I lifted my right foot high behind me and pressed my nyloned thighs
tightly together in a typically feminine gesture.
Before sending me off to my own room, Jan told me once again to think of
which dress I was going to wear for Charles. She wanted an answer by
morning.
That night sleep was very slow to overcome my thoughts. What would I wear?
Charles, I thought, such a strong, masculine ring. I wondered if he would
be
anything like his name. How would I react in the manly arms of a stronger,
more powerful male? Would my first date be like Julie's? Should I wear the
white chiffon cocktail dress? Oh no, I thought, the skirt was much to
short.
And it was so terribly feminine. Oh, what would I wear for Charles? His
name
repeated itself over and over as I slowly drifted into a restless slumber.
BEHIND EVERY GOOD WOMAN
PART IV
My great dread of Friday evening naturally made the days disappear
swiftly.
The time arrived before I wanted it to. The mere thought that I, a man,
was
to be femininely prepared as another man's date sent unnerving chills
through
my small frame. I had been nervous and edgy all week despite encouragement
from my beautiful fiancee and her lovely young secretary, Julie.
Janice and Julie were both bubbling with excitement as they helped me get
ready for Charles. It felt rather strange being on the receiving end.
Usually
it was I who helped them with their things. Both of these lovely women
were
so enthusiastic as they prepared me to meet with Charles - especially
Julie.
She carried on a one sided conversation, recalling once again her own
first
date as she plucked relentlessly at my already thinned eyebrows. Jan
brushed
my shiny shoulder length hair molding it into a soft page boy style. I
felt
strange sitting there passively in the silky set of lingerie that Jan had
given me for the occasion.
It was all in a soft shade of pink. Unconsciously, I admired the way the
lacy
bodice of the slip molded itself perfectly over the gently swelling cups
of
the matching bra. Through the slip my shiny pink fingertips traced the
outline
of my full cut panties. They presented a smooth feminine front thanks to
the
restraining device. It held me tightly back between my legs. Jan had begun
insisting that I wear it at all times. Even under my slacks. She called
the
cruel garment my 'streamliner' and with a big smile would frequently ask
if I
was wearing it. Although I preferred pantyhose, both Julie and Janet said
nylon stockings would make me feel more 'special' for Charles. It was much
later that evening before I blushingly realized what they meant.
Jan approved once I had doubtfully suggested the white cocktail dress.
"It's perfect, Kim. So virginal", she grinned, "just like you!"
The skirt was very short. It fell to just below mid thigh barely covering
the
pretty lace hem of my slip. Above, the material was so thin one could
easily
see the pink outline of lace and the straps of the slip and brassiere. I
blushed when Julie playfully swished the full circle skirt showing more
than a
hint of pink lace. The three inch heels gave a sexy inviting turn to my
slim
ankles. They were the same shade of pink as my lingerie. There were
butterflies in my tummy as I turned before the mirror. My pink nails
contrasted softly with the snow white skirt as I tried to prevent it from
flaring and showing my underthings. Jan had tied a pink satin ribbon in my
hair, finishing it with a big floppy bow. The streamers tickled my back
thanks
to the open back styling of the pretty dress. Giving in to the wonderful
feminine feelings, my eyes absorbed the pretty reflection in the mirror. I
felt like a fluffy feminine doll. My cheeks were aflame when I noticed
both of
the girls pick up on the secret look of admiration in my eyes.
Such a contrast I made to both of the girls who had elected to wear jeans
and
sweatshirts. Jan had explained that this was my big evening and they did
not
want to steal any of my limelight in front of Charles. In fact, Jan had
already briefed Charles on what she expected. She had also extracted a
promise from me to behave in a passive, obedient manner with my date,
saying
that she would get a full report. I was to act as though Charles was an
important business associate of hers. And woe to me if I incurred his
displeasure.
Jan attached dangling dew drop ear rings to my lobes and Julie had just
finished spraying me all over with perfume when the door chimed. My knees
felt like rubber as each of the girls took one of my hands, leading me to
the
foyer. I felt so vulnerable as I listened to the swishing whisper of my
nyloned thighs beneath the too short skirt.
Charles was a surprise! The handsome roguery of his tanned features belied
the impeccable tuxedo which he wore as comfortably as if it were a jogging
suit. He was tall, but athletically proportioned. I imagined rather than
actually saw the bulging muscles of his biceps beneath the expensive
material
of his suit.
"And you must be Kim" he boomed in a rich masculine voice.
My fingers played nervously with the hem my short skirt. I was lost for
words
as I looked up into his dark brown eyes. Somehow I managed a shy smile and
a
soft "Yes".
"No need to be shy, little one" he smiled placing his hand at my waist. I
didn't like the feel of it. His smile, however, was natural and
reassuring.
Gently, he led me back in to the living room. Somehow, I felt so weak and
utterly feminine being gently guided by his big strong hand. The swish of
skirts about my thighs nearly caused my knees to buckle.
"You two have fun" grinned Janice as she and Julie exited through the
front
door. I had never felt so stranded in my life! It wasn't until later that
I
realized one of the girls had put soft romantic music on the stereo.
"You're a very pretty young lady, Kim. Why don't you have a seat while I
fix
us a drink?"
I was intrigued by his masculine confidence. How nice it was to have
someone
else fix me a drink. Such a change!
He released me to the large couch. I sat carefully with my nyloned knees
pressed tightly together in a desperate attempt to keep the pink lace of
my
slip from showing. Strangely, as I watched him move to the bar, I still
felt
the warmth of his manly touch where his hand had been. Nervously, I
crossed my
legs in the most feminine way I could manage. Did he know that I was a
boy?
How would he react if he knew? How am I going to react if he touches me
again?
These thoughts raced through my head as I sat waiting, hoping this was all
a
very bad dream.
He returned with the drinks. I felt his eyes surveying my nyloned thighs
and
ankles. The sparkle in his eyes did not prevent me from recognizing the
animal
lust of his gaze. I was the weak prey sitting at the mercy of this strong
male
predator. I watched in a trance my own small hand accept the drink he
offered. The pink polish of my nails glistened in the soft light. After a
small sip, I sat my glass on the end table. The pink imprint of my lower
lip
on its rim secretly reminded me of my soft underthings.
Charles sat his own glass down without taking a sip. Still standing, he
reached down, silently beckoning me to stand. Before I realized what I was
doing, my hands were in his. Gently, he pulled me to my feet. I was
surprised
at his strength. Never, had I stood so easily in the three inch heels.
Puzzled, I looked up once more into those deep brown eyes.
"It will be easier to talk while we dance" he smiled. I was conscious of
my
swishing skirts and the soft tapping of my heels as he guided me onto the
hardwood floor. And then I was in his arms.
At first I tried to resist. But he was much too strong. The closeness. His
masculine scent mixing with my own seductive perfume. The soft rustle of
my
thin clothing as he pulled me closer to his own hard body. I felt the
powerful
tendons of his muscles relax slightly as he sensed my submission. Gently
his
hand guided my head to where it rested on the broad expanse of his chest.
The
strength of his embrace left me little choice. With a deep sense of
surrender
my own soft arms encircled his massive neck. It was then that I heard the
soft
dance music.
"That's my girl" he whispered, "just relax and enjoy."
Time lost meaning as he led me skillfully about the dance floor. He made
me
feel so small and so very feminine in my little white dress. With one hand
at
the closure of my brassiere, he held me closely. The soft mounds of my
small
breasts crushed against the masculine hardness of his chest. His other
hand at
my lower back held us tummy to tummy. I felt the strength of his thigh
muscles
through the thin material of my skirt and lingerie. As if expected, my own
thighs parted slightly in welcome. Silently, we conversed more effectively
than words would allow. At the feminized juncture of my thighs I felt his
growing masculine need. Silently, I thanked Jan for my "streamliner", even
though it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. And then it happened.
His powerful hand vacated its reassuring caress at my back. Gently, I felt
his
fingers beneath my chin, lifting to where our eyes met once more. No, this
could not be. Surely he won't... But my thoughts were confirmed as he
slowly
lowered his lips to mine. They were so hard. Not like Jan's at all. I was
repelled. It made no difference. He held me tightly. And then I felt the
warm
wetness of his powerful tongue. Probing. Seeking entrance between my own
soft
painted lips. Jan had long ago taught me to part my lips in acceptance of
her
own sweet kisses. But this was so different. How could this be happening?
As
if power of habit gained control, my lips slowly parted, surrendering to
the
invasion of this powerful male animal. He tasted so... so wet, so firm,
so...
masculine. He explored me deeply. Slowly I melted, opening fully,
accepting,
yes even welcoming.
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