Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 17:27:26 +1300
From: Matthew <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New life for Timothy. Chapter 1.

DISCLAIMER: This story is Fictional. But is based on a great part of my
life as a submissive Sissy-boy. All names or places are of no living
person connected to my life. If you don't like male on male sexual
activities or under 18yr old. Please leave. But if choose to read on I
hope you enjoy it. It is of a young Sissy males transgression into
becoming a Slave boy with cross dressing to enforce his Sissy self. This
is my first effort at writing a story, So you may find it a bit slow to
start. But I do hope you'll and send any comments to Matthew at
femboynz@yahoo.com

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A new life for Timothy.

To start I must tell you a little about my self first. I'm a nineteen
year old effeminate boy whose parents didn't approve of the way I was.
Often my brother who is two years older than me would punch and torment
me for being what I am, Mum and Dad would never say anything to him about
it. Sometimes I felt Dad edged him on. After leaving collage at the age
of 16 I had a few jobs mainly in upmarket menswear shops, as I really had
a love for nice clothes. Then with a little money behind me, I left the
family home for peace of mind and moved into a bedsitter in Tooting. It
was on a Saturday morning, I knew mum, dad and my brother would be out
early. So everything I owned fitted into two suitcases. Then, I just left
a note on the dinning table saying. "I've gone and don't ever bother
looking for me, as I'm no longer part of such a bigoted, uncaring,
unloving family. If I ever see any of you again, don't expect me to
speak, as I won't. As for you my brother Jason, what a laugh you are. At
collage you didn't even give a stuff about what a couple in your class
would make me do to them. I hope you rot in hell." leaving the note as I
walked from the house with two suitcases in hand gave me great
satisfaction.

Now untroubled and settled in my new little bedsit. I was reading a gay
magazine one evening, when a personal advert in it caught my eye. I
pondered over it all night and the next day, as the idea of Cross
Dressing and being trained to serve someone totally, really appealed to
me. So I decided to reply to it.

The advert read: Wanted a full time live in houseboy/servant. Must be
clean, neat, have no baggage, smoke or drug habits. Willing to be
completely trained in obedience and cross-dressed. Reply to etc.......

It was a couple of weeks later that I got a letter inviting me for an
interview for this position on the Sunday afternoon at 1.30pm sharp at
the above address in Wimbledon. I was nervous, I was also excited, that
the next few days seemed to take forever to come around. Then the day
arrived. Most of the morning was taken up bathing, doing my hair,
powdering down below, making sure that I smelled nice and everything was
clean. I wore a Teal and white stripped shirt with a Burgundy paisley
silk cravat, dark grey trousers and navy jacket with a red satin
handkerchief in my top pocket. I felt wonderful as I departed my room
with letter in hand about 1pm. As I got closer and 1 30pm. also came
closer, the nerves, the butterflies arrived in my stomach, as I wondered
what now lay ahead of me. I stopped, as I saw the large black iron gates
at the start of the drive leading up to the address I had in hand. The
smaller side gate was ajar, I took a deep breath before entering to make
my slow tense walk up. Arriving at the main door, I paused a few seconds
before putting my finger on the bell, to announce my arrival. I had
hardly straightened myself up, making sure I look neat, when the door was
opened. I was just about to ask, "Mr Johnson." But before I could get it
out. The man standing before me said, "You must be Timothy."

"Yes that right Sir" putting my hand out, but that was ignored. I was
just invited inside. He was a taller man than myself, but that doesn't
mean much as I only stand 5' 4" at the most and weigh just over 8st. So
would say he was about 5' 9", of average build around 11st. He had
straight fair hair combed mostly to one side. I would say he's about 30
something, and has a nice clean fair complexion. He was just wearing a
white open neck shirt with lovely purple colour stone cufflinks and navy
trousers. He was rather good looking also. I thought.

I was led into his study, where he sat behind a large desk on a deep red
velvet armchair. I stood nervously waiting while he looked through some
papers. Then looking up at me, he said I was the last of five that he has
seen for the position. I had to tell all about myself and why I really
would love the job there. I was asked what I would think of being made
wear dresses, having to wear pretty underwear all the time. As for
sometime he's wanted a houseboy wearing women clothes. I felt quite
embarrassed standing there telling all about myself. A few things that
has happened to me. About the time I had to dress up as a school girl,
the lovely feelings I got being dressed up. Once I had finished I was
offered a glass of water. Which was most welcome, as my mouth was dry, my
hands trembling and sweaty. There was no comment make about what I had
just told him. He just moved on to the question of obedience and
discipline, [I then knew I'd be more than just a houseboy] before
telling me what my duties would entail. They were doing all the house
work, cooking, and some gardening, all the washing with his personal
things being washed by hand. I would be his complete servant. I would
start with a one month trial after which "hopefully" it would be my new
life or released. I wouldn't get paid, but I wouldn't want for anything
either. It was all sounding an exciting experience and he seemed a very
nice friendly chap. So I told him I would be pleased to be chosen for the
position. After which I was shown over the whole house, except for one
locked room in the basement. I was just told, "you'll possibly see a lot
of in there if you get the job." By that remark I seemed to get that
feeling I knew what it was for. But what a beautiful big house it is. The
room that would be mine was about 8' x 10' rather feminine looking with
the wall paper and drapes also the dresser is what one might see in a
girls bedroom. The only thing missing was the bed itself, that was to
come in the next few days. I was told. The master bedroom was large about
15' x 20' beautifully decorated. The main feature was a four posted king
size bed with nice deep red Velvet drapes hanging from behind. It looked
so comfortable, so inviting with the soft blue satin sheets under the
rich off white duvet. All the rooms were large and well furnished, I can
see why he needs a houseboy.

After the tour of the house, it was back to the study. This time I was
offered a seat and a glass of red wine. Which I was grateful for, as my
mouth was getting quite dry by this time. While partaking I was informed
that I would have to undergo a full medical examination if he decided to
take me on. I agreed to do it.

"Now stand up and undress yourself" I was told.

That came as quite a surprise, I just sat up and looked.

"Yes that's what I said. You're dressed very nice, but I want to see
you naked." he said.

Obediently I stood and undressed feeling rather self-conscious as I did,
I tried turning sideways so as not to be completely on display. But was
ordered to undress facing him. With the removal of the last item, my
boxer shorts, I went to put my hands in front of the little fellow that
was starting to come to life. But "No!! Hands at your side." came the
order.

I stood looking to the floor so as not to make eye contact. As I knew his
eyes were scanning all over my body.

"Lift your head up straight, now turn around slowly," I did.

Facing the front again, I was then asked questions on my sex life, which
were very straight out and very personal. Like do you have a regular
partner, what do you like to do, how often would you masturbate in a
week, do you like sucking cock and swallowing cum. Then the big question
came, do you like taking cock up your arse?

"I have never had it up there as yet, so don't know."

"You mean to say you're still a Virgin!"

"Yes I am," I replied sheepishly.

"Has anyone wanted to take it from you?"

"No, I've mainly just had one nighters and that would be just a wank or
a suck off,"

"And for such a sissy boy, I thought you would of had a lot up there,
well I never," he said getting out of his seat and coming towards me for
a closer inspection of my body. His hands felt all over from head to toe,
you might say. I had to stand back then bend over so my hands just rested
on the desk and my head between them.

"Now open your legs wide apart."

As I did, his hands were there parting my cheeks so as to have a good
look, then one hand cradled my balls. In turn I began to get excided
there, which was noticed. I was told to stand up again, as I did so I was
cuddled from behind. I could feel his hard cock pressing into me through
his trousers. His hands started caressing my chest, down my sides, back
up to feather slowly, gently over my nipples. I just closed my eyes and
let my head rest back against the man behind me. Then, I felt his right
hand encircle my now hot throbbing rock hard penis, I just let out a slow
nonresistant groan. He would of known now, that my body was his. Gently
the hand worked up and down the hot shaft, softly he spoke into my ear,
asking how much I wanted to wear lovely dresses, pretty bra and panties,
have my legs in lovely silk stockings, to live as a proper feminine Pansy
boy, You want to be my pretty servant boy, that's what you want to be
isn't it? I was getting so excited, as I just kept saying, "Oh yes!
please Sir." His hand left my hot cock, as he must of noticed I wasn't
far from shooting my juice. I was then having my bum cheeks kneaded,
while being told how disobedient boys have to get strapped.

"Would you like that" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes Sir, Please punish me, But I'll really try to be good all the time,
Sir" I said and somehow hoping he'd want to punish me there'n'then.
But no he didn't.

His soft gentle hand soon caressed its way back to my still throbbing
penis. Holding me firm by his left arm around my chest and squeezing the
nipple. The skin was again gently pulled back and forth from the head,
slowly picking up pace. Still telling me what a pansy boy I'll be. Yes I
was agreeing with him, saying how much I wanted to be treaded like that.
My breathing became more passionate, as I wasn't far from shooting my
load. My body started jerking, I squeezed his arm with my hand and asked,
"Please Kiss me!! Please Sir Kiss me!" but no. I was just told to lean
over to pick up my glass still containing some wine.

"Now when you cum, I want to see it all go into your glass, so hold it
close now."

With that the last few strokes just sent me weak, as I moaned and my body
jerked uncontrollable, I watched, shot after shot of hot semen being
jettisoned into the glass of wine. I just held his arm as I said "Thank
you...... Sir, that was wonderful."

"Don't just hold the glass, drink it all down, show me how much you love
cum."

"But this is just mine Sir," I said.

"That's right, or is there something wrong with yours?"

"No Sir, but..... ."

"There's no buts about it just drink it all up.

"Yes Sir," I then drunk my own cum for the first time and with red wine,"

I was then told to sit down so as to have my now deflated cock licked
clean, before being helped to dress again.

As I was leaving Mr Johnson just said, I'll be in touch sometime, gave
me a we cuddle and told me I look quite handsome. The door was opened for
my departure. Before stepping out I thanked him for the opportunity to be
interviewed and for the relief he gave me. walking down the driveway I
looked at my watch to notice it was now 4 50pm. That time seemed to go so
quickly. The rest of the night and the next day I couldn't get that
visit to Mr Johnson's off my mind. I went to sleep with my hand down
below, I woke up and couldn't help but take hold again. I was beginning
to enjoy the taste of my own juice.

On arriving home after work on Monday, I opened the door to find an
un-stamped letter had been placed under my door. I opened it to find it
had come from Mr Johnson. YES!! I said joyfully to myself, as it was to
inform me that he would be pleased to have my services as his houseboy.
Also enclosed, was an appointment card for Tuesday afternoon at 3pm. Yes,
it's for me to visit the Doctor for the Medical examination that I was
told I would have to have. Then he would be in touch with me again on
Thursday afternoon. I was beside myself with excitement for what lay
ahead of me. But I wasn't quite sure exactly what the future held. It
was a time like this that I wish I had at least one friend to share my
elation with. But I could only lie on the bed to re read the letter to
make sure it was true, and Yes! It was.

I woke early next morning and without touching my rampant penis, I was
straight out of bed, to run a nice hot scented bath. Yes! I wanted to be
nice and clean all over, so washed my hair again using my delicate
smelling shampoo and conditioner. Then it was in front of the mirror,
hair dryer in hand, till I was satisfied with the look. Now a little
breakfast before anything else. The butterflies in my stomach meant, I
couldn't eat much. So back to the bathroom, deodorant under arms and
talcum powder all around my crotch area, a little cologne splashed
sparingly over my chest. Yes, I smell nice, so hope it'll last all day.
But will take the deodorant just in case. Back to my room, Yes! I had to
have a quick rub, so it would sit down before I left home. Then it was on
with clean socks, underwear, pale blue shirt, a silver gray silk tie to
finish of with my navy blue suit with a light silver satin handkerchief
in my top pocket. As I look at my watch "Shit!" that time has gone. I
should be on my way, so of I ran to get the tube into work.

The Doctors rooms weren't to far from my work, so about 2 50pm I was of
walking down Kensington Rd. wondering what was going to happen there. As
I haven't been to a doctor since mum took me once when I was only a
little boy, can't even remember why. Anyway I arrived a few minutes
later, Yes the Doctor was expecting me, but I just had to sit and wait
awhile. There were a couple of others waiting also but maybe for one of
the other Doctors. I picked up a magazine to help with my nerves, a nice
waiting room, but why can't they afford up to date magazine I wonder. I
didn't have to look through them as the nurse called me in at that
moment. I got that feeling in my stomach again, so took a deep breath and
walked in to see the waiting Doctor. I didn't have to say anything, he
new just what I was there for. A full medical for my new position as a
houseboy. I had to tell him all about myself any sicknesses I've had and
so on. Well that was easy as I've had nothing.

"Alright young man, go into that room and strip off," was all he said.

Well now did he check me over, from head to foot. Looking through my
hair, in my mouth, my ears, my nostrils, you name the place he looked
there. Tapping here tapping there, listening to my heart and around on my
back also. Now it was having samples taken from me, like urine, blood,
swabs from in my mouth, my ears, even from my penis slit. "Now lie on
your side, and relax," he says. All of a sudden I feel this greased up
finger being pushed right up my rear passage. Must admit it felt good.
Next something else went up there to take a sample from my rear passage,
that was also put in a we bottle. I had to stand there now while me felt
my balls. Then his warm latex gloved hand went around my deflated cock,
pulling back the skin. Good job I cleaned under there this morning, I
thought. "Can you get an erection for me," he asked massaging gentle on
it. Well with a chap doing that, what else could I do. In no time there
it stood proudly for his attention. "I just want to check that your
foreskin isn't to tight," with that he pulled it right back and forth a
couple of times. "Yes that seems to be good, now get dressed." then he
left with the container of my goodies. Dressed again I went through to
his office part. I was just told, "that'll be all, I'll contact Mr
Johnson with the results, you be good now." then I was shown the door.
Although he didn't say anything, I could tell he new more about me and
what I'm going to be. Just by the way he looked or smiled at me, but I
liked it anyway. Now it's back to work after that forty five minute or
so break.

Thursday came and there was a phone message left for me at work. It was
Mr Johnson, to say. Go straight to his place after work. That I did. The
rest of the day I had that air of excitement about me, it felt super. 5pm
came and I was off, away to get the tube Wimbledon. Again I got that same
feeling as I arrived at the gate leading up to the house. This time I was
ushered straight into the lounge and offered a seat and a cup of coffee,
which I was grateful for, as I hadn't had anything since lunch. Mr
Johnson then started by telling me I had passed the medical on Tuesday,
which was good to hear. Then went on about having to give up my
bedsitter, but as I may not like or be suitable as a houseboy after the
mouths trial. That I should pay a mouths rent in advance, just to be on
the safe side. I would only have to take some of my clothes, no more than
one suitcase, then if all works out I would clean everything out later.
He wanted me to move in the Saturday morning after next. So I would also
have to give notice at work tomorrow and as they may want two weeks, my
first week in serve would be, before and after work. I would be living at
his place, so he would take me to and from work. With that all out of the
way, Mr Johnson went on to tell me about himself. His first name is
Christopher, I was quickly told "not that you'll ever be calling me by
that."

"No Sir," I said.

He's 34yrs old and went to a public school, then Oxford. Now has is own
Accountancy business. That he made most of his money on the stock market
and was very lucky to sell a of stocks for a great deal only a few months
before there was a downturn in the market. But all that didn't mean much
to me. It was at a party put on by an ex collage friend, that he became
even more interested in the idea of having a "pansy" houseboy doing
everything for him. I was told about the couple of boys they had rented
for the party, they were dressed in the prettiest of underwear, dresses,
make up and were so feminine. They had to do what ever they were told. It
was seeing this that made him want his own "pansyboy" to do everything
for him. Then he added, "I may even take you to a party for my old school
friends to enjoy. What do you think?" I felt my face going red with
embarrassment at the thought of it. But had to answer as I was being
looked at waiting for my response, so quietly just said "Yes that would
be an honour Sir." With Mr Johnson having to go out, my visit was ended.
But not before I was told, "Seen as you're now my servant, there's no
time like the present to start showing respect. "Now get on your knees
and kiss my feet as a sign of respect."

Before I realized it, I was down kissing all over each foot in turn, till
I was told to stand. I was then driven back to my bedsit. As I was
getting out of the car, I was told to be no later than 11am. arriving.
"Yes Sir. And I'm really looking forward to being your houseboy, Sir."

With all arrangements made about work and the bedsit for the next month,
it was now Friday night. My last night before the big move, so spent the
night sorting out what I should take for just one suitcase. With that all
finished it was into bed for a very restless night sleep. Thinking am I
doing the right thing or not. Well I must of gone off to sleep, as I woke
to find it was 7am. There was just enough time to take the pressure out
of my balls and see that it still tasted the same, before it was up and
get ready to leave.

It was 10.50am. As I again rang at the doorbell, only this time knowing
my fate was sealed for at least a month. My hands were shaking that bad,
I had to put down my case. It also seemed a long time before the door was
to be opened, I was just about to re ring. When the door opened by my
future Master, standing there wearing a Royal Blue satin robe over what
looked like just his trousers. "Come in boy" was his only greeting "I'm
not long out of the bath" as he closed and locked the door behind us.
"Leave your case there for now and follow me." That I did like a little
puppy dog. We finished up in his study, where he sat looking at me,
making me feel very embarrassed, as I stood there not knowing where to
put my hands, where to look, or what to say. Then after a good half
minute, I was asked "Are you looking forward to your new life here"

"Yes I am, very much so, Sir."

"I thought you would, as I know a lot about you," I was informed.

I just looked at him "No I didn't know Sir."

"Now your work will start on Monday, but over the next couple of days
you'll get to find were everything is and goes. Is that understood."

"Yes Sir."

"Now to start with, I am your Master and will expect complete obedience
at all times. Is that understood?" his eyes were looking straight into
mine, as he waited my reply.

"Yes I do understand, Sir" I said lowering my head as a sign of my
submissiveness. I was now realizing that what I had been thinking was
going to happen with me, is about to come true. The thought of being a
Sissified slave was making me quite horny.

With that he stood and walked over to stand right in front of me. His
fingers under my chin pushed my head back up to look at him.

"From now on you won't call me Sir as that is for all other males that
you'll meet. You will call me MY LORD or MY LORD AND MASTER. Is that
understood?"

"Yes it is, My Lord," again lowering my head.

"Good! Now get down and Kiss my feet."

Satisfied with my kissing of his feet, I was told to stand again. As I
did I was wondering what he would say about my now bulge in the front of
my trousers. As I couldn't help getting an erection while kissing his
feet. Yes it was noticed, as My Lord just grabbed hold of it squeezing
tightly, compelling me to just give a long deep moan with the pain.

"Why do we have this," he asked.

"I just couldn't help it coming up My Lord," was all I could think of to
say.

"Well you are going to have to learn to have a lot more control over it,
or I'll have to have something done with it, is that understood." I was
asked in a firm voice.

In a quivering response I said "Yes it is My Lord, I'm sorry for what
has happened."

"That's good. Now undress yourself."

Resting against his large desk, My Lord watched as I removed and folded
all my clothes neatly placing then on the floor beside me.

"Now part your legs and put your hands on your head," I was ordered.

Feeling quite self-conscious as I did so, because my little fellow was
again starting to show signs of standing up. I couldn't stop it and what
would My Lord do to it, I was thinking.

But, I think that's what he was wanting to see, as a smile came over his
face once I obtained a full erection. I stood like this for a good few
minutes as My Lord just looked me over. The only words to be said was,
turn around, bend over, stand up, turn back.

Then all of a sudden My Lord said. "OK Pansy boy open the door and come
with me."

Letting My Lord exit first, I was then pushed in front of him and told
were to go. I was feeling quite exposed and vulnerable walking along the
passage and upstair being followed and knowing what he was possible
thinking. We arrived at the bathroom door, then told to open it and was
pushed in ahead of My Lord. I noticed the room hadn't been cleaned since
he took his bath earlier.

"You will clean all this later, now put some warm water in the basin" I
was told.

In the mean time My Lord put some things on the Vanity table. "OK Pansy
come over here so we can clean up this girlish body of yours."

I turned to him to see scissors, shaving gear and a large jar of
something layed out. Taking the scissors in one hand, my cock in the
other I was just told "we're going to get rid of all this body hair of
yours."

All my pubic hair was cut off with the scissors before having the shaving
cream applied and a very close shave. With all around there cleaned of
hair, I had to lift my arms up to have the same done to my underarms.
Satisfied with that completed the jar was opened and without a word to
me. I had this cream applied all over my body from the neck down.

"Now you just stand there till I come back," was the order.

It seemed an age before I heard there door open and My Lord standing
before me. after looking me over he turned the shower on and told me to
get in there and clean of.

To my surprise all my body hair was falling out, not that I had that much
of it anyway. I never knew you could use a cream like this before to
remove hair. So, I just cried out to My Lord

"What is happening. All my h.... hair."

"That's right, to give you a more feminine looking body for a pansy boy.
Won't that be lovely."

"Yes, thank you My Lord," I somehow new to say.

After drying myself off, I was given some cleaner and told to clean the
bathroom. Then go back down to his study.

I arrived back in his study wearing the towel as a wrap, around my waist.
Only to have it roughly tugged away. "Did I tell you to wear that?....
Did you wear anything going up stairs,"

"No, My Lord."

"Right, take that back up to the bathroom, then come back."

Going back upstairs I felt even more naked with the little body hair I
had, now gone. Looking at myself in the full size mirror in the hallway.
I decided it looked great without any pubic hair. As I caressed over my
lower parts I began to come erect again under that beautiful silky
feeling of my hairless body. I couldn't delay, I knew My Lord was
waiting for me to return quickly, naked and not displaying an erection.
Fortunately it had started to deflate before I re entered the study. It
was noticed that my cock had been hard, as I was asked what took me so
long?

"I stopped to look at my hairless body in the hallway, My Lord."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes and it feels so soft and silky My Lord," I quietly replied.

"It's not how you feel, but how I want you to look, as my Nancy boy
around the place. From now on you will keep your body free of any body
hair. Do you understand"

"Yes I do My Lord," I said realizing I would possible be inspected to see
that I was hairless at all times.

With that I was sent to fetch my suitcase from just inside the front
door. I felt strange walking around so exposed, fortunately I knew nobody
outside could see me. Returning with case in hand, I was ordered to place
it on his desk facing My Lord. I just watched as he started going through
it, taking out my toilet bag, then handed me my deodorant, talcum powder
and my `Illusions' body spray. I had to apply them to my body as My Lord
just sat and watched. I didn't realize till then how embarrassing it was
doing such a normal thing with someone watching so closely at your every
move.

"Now come around here," I was ordered, as My Lord pointed to a spot at
his side. As I got beside him he was getting something out of a draw.
"Put your hands behind your back and part your legs," I was told. Then I
noticed, he was holding a small Pink satin and lace garter type of thing.
"You smell like a real Nancy boy, now you can look like one also." taking
hold of my cock to place this garter on it, right up behind my balls. It
was a tight elastic fit but was still tied with two narrow white satin
ribbons into big bows. "There now, doesn't that look just so beautiful."
I was asked.

Embarrassingly as I could feel myself starting to rise again, I replied
"Yes it does, thank you My Lord" Nothing was said about the inflating
penis, but I was ordered to go and stand at the other side of his desk at
a place so he could see his Nancy boys pretty cock. Again I had to put my
hands behind my back and part my legs a little so he could have a good
view of my pretty cock. Which was by now at full erection, I would of
done anything to of been aloud to just touch it. But I knew that was the
reason my hands had to be behind my back, so I couldn't. A smile came
across his face as he watched by penis stand proud before him. "I can
tell you're going to be a real good Little Houseboy and you love having
that on don't you?"

"Yes I do want to be a good Houseboy for you My Lord." was all I said,
but I knew I loved the way my penis looked and felt with the pretty
garter on it. I now had to just watch as My Lord went through my case
seeing what I've bought with me. Satisfied with what I've bought, he
closed the case and told me to get dressed again. A dribble was noticed
hanging at my piss slit. "Use your finger and wipe that off," I was told.

As I did and went to wipe it on my leg. I was told "NO!!! it goes in your
mouth, Don't waste, it's good for you." So in my mouth my finger went
to suck off its goodness.

Once again dressed, I had to take my case and follow My Lord back up
stairs to the bedroom that was to be mine. As he opened the door, I
dropped the case, my mouth just opened as I said Wow! as I looked at this
very feminine looking room. Even more so than the last time I remember
going in there. As the bed was now there, it is a three-quarter size with
a white iron head and foot ends. [something like you used to see in
Hospitals] The nobs at each side of the headboard had two inch wide blue
satin ribbons tried in big bows. The pillow is a baby blue satin with
frills around, the duvet is an off white with a lacework around the edge
and pink and white rosebuds embroidered all over it. It was a bedroom any
young girl would of been over the moon to be going into. I just looked,
then looked up at My lord, saying nothing as I didn't quite know what to
say.

"Do you like it?" I was asked, as he told me his friend helped him in
buying this bed, said it's what a Sissy like you would need".

I couldn't disagree, I did like it and told him so. "I'm feeling even
more feminine knowing this is where I'll be sleeping, My Lord."

"That's nice to hear, you can put your clothes away later, now come and
help me get dressed."

I just had to have one last look at the room before being escorted out
and along to the Master bedroom.

"Part of your duties will be to help me dress and undress at all times.
So you will have to make sure all my clothes are alway ready for what
ever I want to wear. Is that understood?"

"Yes My Lord, I'll alway have everything washed and ironed for you to
wear."

With that I was invited to take off his robe and told what he wanted to
wear and where to find everything. For the first time I'm looking at his
Beautiful body also no body hair. No, not a masculine body just a normal
slender body, and, Oh! How I was looking forward to touching it. I felt
so submissive now being told to put deodorant under his armpits, spray a
little "Aramis" Cologne over his chest put his shirt on him, do it up,
tuck it into his trousers. Then it was down to put his socks and
Comforters on. I just couldn't help myself at this point. As I bent
right down to give each foot a loving kiss before putting his socks on.
My Lord appreciated that, as I knelt back up to put on his socks, I was
patted on the head and told that was very nice. Before leaving the room I
had to spend a few minutes brushing his hair, which was like brushing and
putting my fingers through strands of fine silk. Doing this was making my
me very horny, I was trying to move around hoping my taut cock could get
itself into a more comfortable precision. But hence it was observed, with
the remarks that I'll have to learn to keep it under more control. My
zip was pulled down, his hand went in and took hold of my rigid member
twisting and squeezing it hard just as he'd done before. I let out a
long squeal with the pain of it. "Yes, you even sound like a real Nancy
boy." His hold was released once my penis started to deflate.

"I'm sorry My Lord I just can't help it growing like it does."

"You are going to learn, I don't want you wasting your time indulging
yourself on your pleasures. You will be told when you can have relief."

The rest of the day was just spent being shown how he likes things to be
done. Getting his meal to show that I can cook, which by the way is the
only thing I learned from my mother. As it meant she didn't have to be
in the kitchen when she got home from work. I had to have the meals
ready.

That night I was sent to my room to get ready for bed, then to return to
help My Lord prepare for bed. When I entered my room, to my surprise
lying across the bed was a beautiful three quarter length light turquoise
Satin nightgown with white lace around the neck line and edging the short
sleeves. I just took it in my arms holding it close to my body, thinking
is this really for me to wear, the feeling was so beautiful even before
having it on my body. Looking in the draws, yes my two pairs pajamas had
disappeared. God what am I going to do, again I'm starting to get an
erection and I still remember what I was told this afternoon about that.
I'll just have to hope it goes away quickly. I undressed just leaving my
pretty little penis collar on. I let this lovely nighty cascade slowly
and softly down over my excited hairless body. The feel of it was
something I'd never felt before while putting clothes on. Even my satin
Boxes or silk shirts didn't feel like this. I wished I'd known about
hair removing cream before this. Then I stood admiring the pretty
feminine looking person in the mirror before me. All of a sudden I heard
"It doesn't take all night to get changed does it, Get in here quickly!"
I just ran not even thinking of my erection.

"I'm sorry My Lord, I just couldn't help looking at how beautiful this
nightdress is on."

All he said was, "I'm pleased you like it. Now pansy boy start
undressing me."

That I did, and willingly then putting his pajamas on him before turning
down his bed. I couldn't help but notice My Lords stiff penis as I
undressed him. Taking down his trousers and undies I would brush against
it. Yes, he is also without any hair down below. Then pulling up his
pyjama pants my face got so close and I was so hot for it, my own cock
was still hard and throbbing. That I couldn't stop myself from giving
his shaft a quick kiss, then looking to him for a reaction. I just got a
smile in return.

"I'm sorry My Lord, I just couldn't stop myself doing that," I told him
in a submissive tone.

"You'll learn and very quickly," I was told as he lay down on his bed. I
placed the duvet over him and was about to say goodnight. When I was told
to turn around and show him how much a Nancy boy I am. I felt so
self-conscious standing there, turning this way and that, then having to
walk around the room caressing myself telling him just how feminine I
feel in this beautiful nighty. Yes! I could see that his hand was
fondling down below. As much as I loved being in my nighty, the
nervousness of parading myself made my erection start to fade,
fortunately. As I then had to lift the skirt to have my pretty collar
removed for me. I was then just sent of to bed and told to be a good
"girl." Before I turned his main light off, I had to turn so he could
have another look at his pansy boy wearing a girls nightgown. Hearing him
say that made me blush, even thou I loved hearing him saying it.

Lying in bed my hands just wouldn't stop caressing over my lovely satin
covered body. With the little body hair I had now removed, the soft silky
feeling was even greater. I also kept thinking of what lay ahead of me.
That was also exciting me. I know I'm going to be wearing female clothes
a lot. But also I have a great feeling I'm going to be more of a Slave
than just a houseboy, by what has been said. The thought of that was
making my now hard cock get even harder. I hope I do please him, will I
be kept in a collar like a dog, how will I be taught obedience. All these
thoughts were going through my mind as I stroked my hot pulsating cock
through my soft satin nighty. I felt it coming up from my balls, I tried
to stop touching it, thinking of what I've been told. But my hand would
just go back onto my throbbing member. I pulled up the nighty so's not
to get any cum on that. My body just went stiff, I jerked and bucked as I
jettisoned shot after shot of hot cum up over my chest, my stomach. Oh!
That felt just so fantastic at last, one of the best wanks I can think of
having. But then, God! what will My Lord say, I thought to myself. As I
licked up all I could, found my hanky and wiped it over myself and the
nighty where I realized some pre cum had left its mark. Then hoped it
wouldn't be noticed in the morning. It didn't take long then till I
drifted of to a wonderful nights sleep in my beautiful new "girls" bed.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER TWO.