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Behind Every Good Woman 3/3, TG, femdom, unfin
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BEHIND EVERY GOOD WOMAN
PART V
After my evening with Charles, both Jan and Julie seemed to take a greater
interest in my feminine development. Jan made me confess the thrills I
experienced that evening in his powerful arms. Julie, looking on, just
smiled
knowingly. I recalled the time Julie shared her "special" feelings about
her
first date. Her words now held new meaning for me. It was like we had been
joined in sisterhood. Jan fostered this sisterly relationship although I
was
still expected to obey both of them.
Julie took advantage of her authority on occasion. As a man, I frequently
resented submitting to this girl who was two years younger. I tried my
best
though, if for no other reason than to please Jan. There were other times
however, when Julie treated me almost as an equal. Despite the fact that I
was
under her control, we usually got on quite well together.
Jan had suggested I spend Tuesdays at Julie's apartment, cleaning, washing
and
just doing "what needed to be done". Jan felt that Julie, as her legal
secretary should not have to worry about housework. "And besides" she had
smiled disarmingly at me, "it will help keep you in practice." I blushed
under Julie's broad smile as she teasingly tousled my beribboned hair. I
was
rubbing her pretty nyloned feet at the time.
The first time was the hardest. Jan gave Julie the day off so she could
show
me around her apartment and give me some pointers. Knowing I was in for
some
hard work, I wore an old sweatshirt and Levi's. Underneath, of course I
wore
my "streamliner" as usual, and a very pretty set of lingerie in pale lemon
yellow. Just before leaving I glanced in the mirror. Even with the bra, my
small breasts weren't that noticeable because of the bulky sweatshirt. I
almost looked like a boy again except for a few things. The pretty yellow
ribbon in my shoulder length hair (Jan says I should always wear a ribbon
to
remind me of the color of my lingerie), the pink glow of my rather longish
nails, and the smooth feminine mound at the juncture of my thighs. Julie
picked me up at 8:15.
"Good morning, Sis. You ready for a full day's housecleaning?"
"Yes Ma'am!" I exclaimed, trying to show that I would be an eager beaver.
"That's sweet, Kim" she smiled, playfully squeezing my thigh. "Even
though
you're a boy, I like to think of you as my little sister. We're going to
have
a lot of fun today."
She looked so confident sitting in the drivers seat. I felt safe
and comfortable riding "shotgun" as she maneuvered the big Olds through
the
early morning traffic. She wore a very pretty white dress. It was made
from a
sheer gauzy material, leaving her lacy powder blue underthings quite
visible
beneath. The full skirt formed a soft cloud in her lap revealing a
delicious
pair of soft nyloned thighs. I wanted to comment on her lovely choice of
lingerie, but I hesitated. I didn't know how she would take the
compliment.
Then it was too late. She saw me staring at the fullness of her chest.
"I'm sure blue isn't as pretty as yellow, Kim" she giggled, looking
directly
at the yellow satin ribbon in my hair. I blushed.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later we entered her apartment. It was obvious
that a
young professional bachelorette lived here. Books everywhere. Dirty dishes
piled on the end tables in front of the huge entertainment center.
Clothing
strung here and there. The place really was a mess.
"Welcome to my pad" she said with a big swirl, her skirts flying to
provide a
pretty display of her full cut briefs through her thin pantyhose. I
couldn't
help but admire the lines of her athletic young body.
"Time to get to work, Sis" she said, realizing full well that her form was
having painful consequences on my own "streamlined" figure. Ignoring, my
discomfort, she took my hand.
"We'll start in my bedroom and work our way out" she smiled. "Now I won't
always be here to help you, Kim, so I want you to pay close attention to
what
I tell you today. The cleaning things for my bathroom are here under the
sink. Always start with the mirrors and work your way ..."
Julie continued, thoroughly outlining my duties. Midway through the
torrent,
she stood in front of the commode, nonchalantly lifting the full white
skirt
of her pretty dress.
"Help me with my pantyhose and panties" she interrupted herself.
Obediently, I knelt before her, reaching beneath her raised skirts to
lower
first the pantyhose and then the lacy blue panties to the middle of her
thighs. Motioning for me to remain kneeling, she casually sat on the pot
and
"took care of her business" without missing a word of her instruction.
Noticing that my attention was focused on the pretty lace of her panties,
she
fluffed her skirt out to cover them and lifted my chin to where our eyes
met.
"I know you like my pretty panties, Kim, but you really do need to pay
attention" she smiled as the soft tinkling subsided. Without being asked,
I
helped her finish, replacing her underthings and smoothing her skirts so
they
hung properly. She then continued her directives, leading me through the
large apartment.
"Just one more thing Kim. I don't like the idea of a boy cleaning my
place.
From mow on, you'll always work in skirts and a pretty pair of heels. You
know it gives me kind of a little thrill to know that I can impose my will
on
you. Your skirts and heels will serve as a little reminder of that fact
for both of us. And after all, you really do have awfully nice legs." she
winked. "For a boy" she had to add.
I slipped into a fresh pair of her pantyhose, a pretty, if too short,
yellow
satin skirt and matching heels. With a very firm smack on my satin covered
bottom, Julie put me in motion. She said she would be out for a while and
expected some real progress by the time she returned.
I quickly got into the routine. It did seem a bit incongruous to be
wearing
the bulky sweat shirt while the soft satin of my skirts swirled about my
nyloned thighs. But I tried to keep my mind on my work. I knew Julie would
report to Jan on my activity and I did not want her to be disappointed.
It must have been seven or eight hours. The time had slipped by quickly.
The
apartment was probably cleaner than it ever had been and I was just
folding
Julie's freshly laundered lingerie when I heard her enter.
"Back here, Julie", I yelled just loud enough for her to hear. She smiled
broadly at me sitting there on the edge of her bed, my knees held properly
together beneath my pretty satin skirt.
"The apartment looks fantastic Kim. You really did a very nice job."
With a big smile and somewhat exaggerated hip movements she came to where
I
was sitting and lifted a pretty pair of mint green panties from the neatly
folded pile.
"I've always thought it would be nice to have a little house maid who
wouldn't mind ironing my lingerie, Kim." Caressing my flaming cheeks with
the
soft panties she asked if I would mind. I felt so weak sitting there
before
her, knowing she was taking a special pleasure in making me perform this
embarrassing task. I tried to suppress the humiliation in my voice as I
heard
myself consent to her wishes.
I had finished ironing her panties and just started on her pretty slips
when
I felt her soft hand resting at my waist. It felt so strong, yet gentle as
it
caressed my slimmed waist through my satiny skirt.
"I brought you a glass of iced tea Kim. You're doing such a wonderful job,
why don't you take a little break. Ironing can be such a tiring job."
Gratefully, I accepted the tea. Taking my arm Julie led me into the
comfortable living room. After plopping somewhat carelessly on the big
sofa,
she motioned for me to sit on the soft carpet at her feet.
"Kim, you're really a darling little housekeeper. Tell me, did you enjoy
being
my little helper today?"
Knowing that I had performed all of these feminine tasks myself, I felt
resentment at being referred to as her "helper". Never the less, I heard a
polite "Yes, Ma'am" escape my lips.
"That's very sweet, Kim. I'm glad you liked working for me because from
now
on I'm going to have you help me out every week. Now that you know where
everything is I'll expect you to be done with your work much sooner. That
will give us more time to have our little girl to girl chats. You are
beginning to think of yourself as a girl aren't you?"
My fingers toyed with the hem of the pretty satin skirt she had given me
to
wear. I remembered with humiliation the fact that I had agreed to wear it
and the matching high heels as a token of obedience to her authority. I
wanted
to rebel. I looked up into her smiling blue eyes.
"I'm trying Julie. Honest I am. But sometimes..."
"I think I understand Kim" she smiled slyly as her nyloned foot slipped
beneath my pretty satin skirt. Her toes playfully stroked the smooth
juncture
of my thighs causing a painful reaction within my "streamliner". Yielding
to
the pressure of her soft foot, my thighs parted as though they had a will
of
their own. I could see in her teasing eyes that she knew the hardening
effect
she was having on me. With a knowing smile she continued.
"Sometimes you think it would be nice to play the macho male with your
sweet
fiancee. To hold her in your arms and make passionate love to her just
like a
real man would."
"Yes" I quickly affirmed, hoping she'd offer some possibility.
"But Kim, don't you enjoy wearing your pretty clothes? Soft satiny
lingerie
and swingy skirts. And I'll bet by now you'd feel completely undressed
without
a lacy brassiere molding your small breasts. You really aren't much of a
boy
anymore Kim. You make a much nicer girl, don't you think?"
My cheeks were aflame. Trying to hold back the tears, I lowered my eyes to
where they fell on my satin skirt. It flowed over my soft parted thighs in
a
most feminizing manner leaving my nyloned knees visible. Higher up, the
movement of Julie's foot caused the most unlady like ripples in the shiny
fabric. I felt so open and vulnerable yet my thighs remained invitingly
parted, accepting her skillful attentions.
"I'm sure you had quite different feelings the other night when you were
in
the strong arms of your boyfriend, Charles. How did you feel when he
kissed
you? Did you want to be a big strong man then?"
Memories of joyful surrender flooded my thoughts. I couldn't speak.
Shamefully
I shook my head, admitting the crushing truth.
"Just as I thought Kim. You are more girl than boy now. You should try to
accept yourself as the sweet feminine person you've become. You'll really
have so much more in common with your lovely fiancee. And I'm sure Jan
likes
you much better this way. Afterall, when she wants the company of a big
macho
hunk, she has plenty of opportunity. But you'll always be her special
little
kitten."
"Well, enough chit chat for now, sweety." she smiled, tousling my
beribboned
hair. "You need to hurry and finish your ironing so we can get you back to
your own little nest in time to fix Jan's dinner."
My cheeks were aflame as her words sunk in. With a "Yes, Ma'am" that had
now
become automatic, I rose to my feet as best I could in the three inch
heels
and straightened my pretty satin skirt. Strange how its swirling folds
about
my nyloned thighs made me feel so utterly feminine. Secretly, I found
myself
anxious to return to my ironing.
"By the way Kim," advised Julie, "you'll be fixing dinner for four. Jan is
bringing home one of her men friends from the office. And Charles just
couldn't wait to see you again. So you'll be serving him also."
Behind Every Good Woman
Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga
Part VI
It had been a busy, yet enjoyable day cleaning Julie's apartment. Before
fixing dinner for my fiancee and her guests, Julie suggested a hot bath
and a
fresh change of clothing. Now, as I served Janet, Mike, and Charles, I was
just a little self conscious of my full knee length skirts floating about
my
nyloned thighs. My three inch powder blue heels were a perfect match for
the
pretty dress. The dress however was made of a thin cottony material and
clearly displayed the elaborate lace of my snowy white lingerie.
"Don't worry", Julie had said earlier. "You look lovely. And afterall its
not
like this will be your first date with Charles."
Immediately my mind coursed back to that earlier evening. I had felt so
nervous at first. Jan had insisted that the little white cocktail dress,
which I had unwittingly suggested, was perfect for my first "date". I had
felt
strange indeed standing before Charles in his handsome dark blue suit. So
inadequate. I recalled too, how he had so quickly put me at ease. And
later,
how he had so masterfully extracted feelings from me. Feelings that, even
now,
I was unsure of.
Julie giggled knowingly at the deep train of thought written on my face.
She
playfully patted my bottom, prompting me to get on with dinner
preparations.
Skirts and heels were now becoming such a natural part of my life that I
was
secretly pleased (beneath my blushing cheeks) at the way Charles looked at
me. I tried to display my soft nyloned legs to their best advantage.
Noticing
my efforts as only another girl could, Jan gave me a secret wink of
approval.
"Another girl!?" Good grief. Was I already thinking like one?
Again, this evening, Charles did not belittle me for the way I was
dressed.
In fact he was very pleasant, although I blushed deeply when he
complimented
me on the white satin ribbon in my shoulder length hair. His sincerity
prompted a shy "Thank You". Jan grinned broadly at my slight curtsey but
it
seemed appropriate to me at the time.
As on that earlier evening, Charles kind of "took charge" of me. Warm
tingly
feelings returned to my tummy as he took my tiny pink tipped hand in one
of
his, resting his other at my slimmed waist. I felt so small and weak in
his
powerful presence. As I watched my lovely fiancee in Mike's strong arms, I
wondered if she was having similar feelings.
During dinner we talked about our evening together those few weeks ago.
Charles kept going on about how much he had enjoyed himself. I'm afraid I
blushed terribly at the memories. I certainly didn't want Mike to get any
wrong ideas about me as Janet's fiancee. As a matter of fact, and in spite
of
Janet's assurances, I thought they were already a bit "too close".
Thankfully,
Jan changed the subject.
After dinner I served cognac to the men and sherry for Jan. They talked
"business" in the den while I cleaned up the dishes and put the kitchen in
order. As I worked I was quite apprehensive about the evening to follow.
Why
had Janet invited these men back into our home? What were her plans
tonite?
Would she have Charles once again demonstrate his mysterious power over
me?
If that happened, how would I react in front of her and Mike? Would my
tummy
melt like on our first night together? Or would I be too embarrassed in
front
of them? Deeply into these thoughts and my work, I startled slightly as I
felt a strong hand at my waist.
"Easy, Kim. It's just me, Honey."
I turned quickly from the sink. It was Charles. His big warm smile was
infectious. I couldn't help echoing it with my own smaller, shyer version.
Both his hands were now at my waist as I leaned back against the counter.
"Sorry if I startled you Kim. I just wanted to see how you're coming
along.
That was sure a great dinner. I could really use a pretty young thing like
you
around my place! And you look so sweet in that little apron - sweet enough
for
desert."
I looked up - into his dark brown eyes. He was so ruggedly handsome. Those
familiar butterflies began fluttering again in my tummy. He leaned into me
closer, pressing me firmly against the counter with his hard body.
Secretly I
was thankful once more for my "streamliner". I wanted to resist. My small
hands pressed firmly against his full hard chest. His hands went to my
elbows,
lifting. My pink nails slowly disappeared behind his trunklike neck.
Through
the sheer fabric of my dress, at the closure of my bra his big hand pulled
me
closer, crushing my small lace covered breasts into the hardness of his
chest.
He smiled knowingly into my eyes as my pink lips automatically parted in
anticipation - in hunger. He knew I had been conditioned. I wanted to feel
the
roughness of his lips on my own soft painted ones. I wanted to give him
pleasure. I yearned for the invasion of his big wet tongue. I wanted to be
his
feminine receptacle. It was my own hands, entwined in his full thick mane,
that pulled him closer. Our lips touched. At first he was so gentle with
me.
In my pretty dress I felt like a delicate flower. At my tummy I felt his
growing need. I yielded, parting lips and thighs. Rapidly, the animal
within
him took control. Once more I found such joy in complete feminine
surrender.
*
Charles' arm encircled my waist tightly as he led me back into the den. I
leaned my beribboned head against his broad shoulder. Both of my hands
covered his own where it rested on my tummy through the thin material of
my
skirts and pretty white panties. I think he kind of liked the soft feeling
of
nylon slipping over nylon. I know I sure did! We both knew that he would
have
his way with me and that we both wanted it that way.
Jan was dancing with Mike to the tune of soft romantic music. Seeing my
obvious acceptance of being snuggled by Charles, she gave me a secret
approving wink, as if to say "I'm proud of you, Honey. You're doing just
fine!" In my own "altered state" I didn't even think to question the
intimacies Mike was obviously enjoying with my future wife. We did talk
about
it later though. After the guys went home.
Stretching to my tiptoes in the pretty three inch heels, I gave Charles a
soft
peck on the well defined turn of his jaw. I giggled mischievously at the
pink
outline of my lips which was left behind. In mock retaliation he spun me
to
where I faced him, pulling me close. We joined Mike and Jan in swaying to
the
soft music. Beneath my skirts, my soft nyloned thighs parted invitingly at
the
urge of his well muscled thighs. At my soft tummy we shared a rapidly
growing
secret - just between the two of us.
After about an hour, Jan excused both of us to "powder our noses". Taking
my
hand from Charles she led me to her bedroom.
"It looks like you boys are getting along like a house on fire." she
giggled
playfully behind her closed door.
The word "boys" snapped me back to the cold reality of my frustrating
situation. Her beautiful impish smile told me she had intended to do just
that.
"You're doing just great, Kim. I love to see you getting absorbed in your
role as my little hostess. I want you to enjoy entertaining my friends.
And
even if you won't admit it, I think you do."
Jan seemed to take great pleasure in reminding me of my predicament. I
don't
know why. Her slim finger at my lips silenced my protest as she continued.
"I want to spend a little private quality time with Mike. I told him about
that new babydoll nighty I got at Bergdorff's. He can't wait to see me in
it.
I want you to continue entertaining Charles while I show it off. You don't
really mind, do you Honey?"
Inside I was crushed. Feelings of anger and jealousy quickly surged. I
knew I
should go right out there and punch that guy out - man to man.
"Oh dear, Kim. Your pretty slip is showing. I hope the men didn't notice."
At that I exploded into a helpless torrent of tears. Jan sensed my
feelings.
Wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder she guided me to her bed. She
tried
to comfort me offering soft words and a perfumed tissue.
"There, there, Dear. I think I understand what you're feeling. I really
do.
don't you Kim?"
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