Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2010 13:24:56 +0800
From: Brian Judge <kl.brian@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Happy Housemaid

Ever since we were first married I had been uncomfortable with the role of
'man of the house'.

Although at the time and in our very traditional community it was expected
that the male would always take the lead, the relationship between my wife
and I had from the beginning established her as the dominant partner. We
are now in our mid-thirties.

Then after her aunt who had been very successful in business died and left
her the business and a sizable sum of money, we found ourselves in a
completely new situation. The company produced a variety of foodstuffs and
had a considerable overseas market. So when it was suggested that as my
wife who had until then worked in the company would be fully employed as
its CEO, I should give up my modestly paid job and look after the house, I
readily agreed.

As I had seldom lifted a finger to do much in the house up till then I was
clueless as to what would be required of me but very shortly I was to find
out.

A Rota was made out covering all the duties I would be expected to perform
and I was surprised at how much work was involved. Making beds, doing the
washing and ironing, vacuuming, shopping, cooking, laying the table,
planning all the meals and so much more.

Well, as you can imagine, it took some weeks before I was able to develop
some sort of routine. And of course there were several disasters along the
way regarding the meals but within about three months my wife was
complementing me on my general performance. I also found to my delight that
I had lost a lot of weight due to the manual (or should I say wo-manual)
work I was doing on a daily basis plus all the exercise I was experiencing.

Wearing the heavy shirts and trousers which I had previously worn to work
meant that I was sweating a lot due to all of this, so my wife pointed out
that I should wear lighter clothes around the house. But I didn't have
anything suitable. At first she suggested I wear one of her housecoats on
top of my normal underwear. I was unsure about this but she said that since
I would be alone in the house no one would see me and should anyone come to
the door I could have a shirt and trousers handy to quickly put on.

I accepted this and began wearing the housecoat. Immediately I realized how
sensible this arrangement was. Then one day my wife said that as the
housecoat had seen better days she had bought me a new one and that rather
than wearing my 'Y-fronts', she had also purchased some panties, in my size
which again would be lighter and more comfortable under the housecoat which
indeed they were.

Although I was a bit naïve in not foreseeing the way things were going, bit
by bit my outfits were becoming more and more feminine as my wife became
simultaneously more authoritative.

Six months on and I had several maid's dresses, two wigs, heels of 2", 4"
and an incredible 6". And of course fishnet stockings, garters and a
corset. All these items took me a while to become accustomed to but in time
I loved the support of the corset and the initial calf pains from wearing
the shoes soon passed. The corset would eventually help to induce a slim
waist.

When I had to go out of the house I wore my male clothes and shoes of
course but had become so used to my female attire that I frankly couldn't
wait to get home and get changed.

My name was now Isobel and I had to address my wife as 'Ma'am'.


She would leave for work around 9.30 in the morning after I had served her
breakfast and she would call me when she was leaving work for home as the
time varied owing to the needs of the business.

After receiving her call, I would begin to cook the already prepared meal,
hurriedly change out of my working clothes, have a shower and then put on
perhaps a light summery gingham dress and of course do my make-up. She
would arrive about 45 minutes after she had called and I would greet her
and serve a martini or a gin or whatever my mistress wished.

We would then dine together and she would tell me about her day. Of course
what I had been doing was of not the slightest interest to her as long as I
had carried out all my tasks.

By this time I had completely accepted my new feminized self and rather
enjoyed it. I was also taking - on the orders of Ma'am, some 'vitamin'
tablets on a daily basis. I had no idea what they were or what they were
supposed to do but slowly I realized that I was developing breasts and also
the hair had stopped growing on my arms, legs and all over my
body. Conversely the hair on my head was becoming thicker and had a lovely
sheen to it. Brassieres were now required and several, some very lacy and
sexy appeared and Mistress advised me on how to put them on.

I had become so content with the situation that when my mistress informed
me that she had invited a few of her female friends out for drinks on the
following Sunday afternoon I wasn't in the least fazed.

And to impress her guests I would be wearing my red satin French maids
dress, cap, frilly panties, sheer black stockings and the 6" heels.

On such occasions I would speak in a light feminine voice and had even
developed a lisp (by placing a paper clip onto the tip of my tongue - try
it readers, it works) which my mistress had insisted upon.

Sunday came and I was ready in good time as they were due at 3 o'clock. As
each lady arrived I would answer the door and curtsy respectfully saying
'Pleath come thith way Madame'. then show her into our lounge. When all
five were seated I offered them drinks. 'Whithky and thoda, Madame,
thertainly', I would murmer. I had already placed several bowls of light
snacks on the coffee tables.

Mistress introduced her maid 'Isobel' to the company and I curtsied again.

They said how much they liked my apparel and complimented me on my general
appearance, lifting my skirt and handling my frilly panties. They appeared
to get a thrill out of this and so did I. 'Aren't you so pretty, Isobel ?'
one remarked, and another said 'I'd love to have Isobel looking after me.'
both statements making me blush.

Mistress then dismissed me at which I curtsied once more and went into the
kitchen to await the sound of a bell to summon me back to refresh their
drinks.

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We lived out in the countryside, quite isolated so had few callers, mainly
postmen. So I was free to go into the back garden to hang out the clothes
with little chance of being seen. One day as I was vacuuming the stair
carpet, the doorbell rang. Switching off the vacuum, I without giving a
thought to how I was dressed, automatically went down and opened the
door. Stood there was a man in his early forties and wearing a business
suit.

'I'm sorry to trouble you but my car has broken down just a short distance
from here and I wonder whether I may use your phone to call the garage.'
'Come in I said, it is in the lounge through here.'

He called the garage and they said they should be there in about an
hour. Realising that there was nowhere for him to go until they arrived I
offered him some tea or coffee. It was an opportunity for me to take a
break from my work anyway and during the week it could get quite lonely for
me. We both drank our coffees and talked of 'this and that' for a
while. Then he said 'I hope you don't mind me saying this but you are
really stunning.' I blushed but said nothing. I was beginning to get some
pleasant feelings about him and he then sat beside me on the sofa. Soon he
placed his hand on my left thigh and I responded by giving him a peck on
the cheek. We were sitting very close by now and began kissing and touching
each other and I was in heaven in this stranger's arms. He asked if I could
do something to 'help him'and I said that I would if I could. He unzipped
his trousers and took his cock out of his underpants and it was big and
hard. I took it in my one hand and tickled under his balls with the
other. He groaned with pleasure and asked me to kneel down in front of him
and lick his member. I had never done this before but found myself as if in
a dream placing my lips over the head and licking it all over. I then took
his testicles in my mouth and sucked them. He groaned again then asked me
to take it into my mouth so he could fuck me. Within seconds he came and
what a load it was, and I nearly gagged as it cascaded into my mouth. It
was warm and salty.

He went to the toilet to clean up and I did likewise in the kitchen.

This was a completely new experience for me and although I didn't know it
at the time, my education in the delights of sex with a man was only just
beginning.

Jason now visits me every few weeks when he is in this part of the
countryside and I have entered a new world.

(to be continued)