From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Behind Every Good Woman 1/3 (TG, femdom, unfin)
Date: 4 Dec 1994 09:05:17 -0500



                        BEHIND EVERY GOOD WOMAN

                               PART  I



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. 



                          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."


                          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. 

Before the night was over, Charles taught me the joy of eager feminine
surrender. 

Both Jan and Julie were delightfully surprised when they returned in the
wee 
hours of the morning. They hadn't bothered with the doorbell.

"How sweet!" giggled Julie with amused delight.

My sleepy eyelids blinked to a wakeful state at the sounds of their
entrance.
I had fallen asleep nestled in the embrace of this big male animal. My
small
hand still rested on the fur of his chest through the open front of his
shirt.
I had opened the buttons myself. Memories of the evening flooded back into
my
sleepy brain. It was then that I realized Charles' strong hand still
rested on
my bottom, through the thin pink nylon of my panties. My skirts were at my
waist where they had been much of the evening. Suddenly I felt naked in
front
of the girls. 

"It looks like you two had a fun evening" Jan grinned.

Julie couldn't suppress a knowing smile as she agreed, "I think our little
Kim needs to get out with the boys more often."

Suddenly the nature of my situation crystallized fully, destroying the
sleepy
cobwebs of my mind. Quickly I was on my feet straightening the pretty
dress.
As I smoothed my skirts down over my soft nyloned thighs, I was secretly
thankful that my "streamliner" was still painfully in place.

Charles awakened to my scurrying. Slowly he sat up, a big cheshire grin on
his handsome face. I had just slipped back into my heels when I felt his
strong hands pulling me back down. With a plop, my skirted bottom landed
squarely in his lap. How ashamed I was to be held like this by another man
in
front of my fiancee and her pretty secretary.

As if to demonstrate his control to the girls, Charles took my soft chin
in
his big, strong hand. Our eyes met. Despite our audience, that warm
melting
feeling pervaded my tummy as his rough masculine lips grew close. I knew I
could not resist. Without will, my own soft pink lips parted invitingly.
That
warm feeling of surrender overcame me as his big wet tongue explored me
deeply. His powerful hand freely caressed my now sensitive breast.
Unconsciously, I shifted my soft pantied bottom on his hardness. Time and
place lost meaning. I knew only that I was being possessed by this
powerful
male. And that I was fulfilled by lovingly submitting to his will. 

At the point where Charles felt my total submission, he broke the embrace.
I
heard the girls whispering to one another. My cheeks were red. I felt
betrayed
and used. But I could not bring myself to remove Charles' hand which still
rested on my small breast. Angrily, I tugged at the hem of my skirts. As
Charles possessively continued to fondle my breast, we both knew that we
shared the secret of his hardness beneath my soft bottom. Jan came closer.
I
felt the coolness of her soft hand on my fiery cheek. A knowing smile was
on 
her full red lips. 

"I'm happy for you, Kim. Don't be upset, darling. Tonight you have found
a new part of yourself. Something that every girl must know about herself.
It
will bring you much joy. I want you to thank Charles for helping you to
discover and enjoy your new girlish feelings."

My vocal cords were swollen and paralyzed by the humiliation of her
command.
Tears welled in my eyes. The words would not come. Jan sensed my total
inability to form a word. Gently, her cool hand guided my face closer to
Charles. Knowing that it was inevitable, my lips once more parted. I could
not stop my tummy from melting. His firm wet tongue entered me deeply.
This
time there was almost an eagerness in my submission. Slowly, a tear
trickled
down my rosy red cheek. 

                         BEHIND EVERY GOOD WOMAN

                      Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga

                                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.
But you are just going to have to get over these silly little macho
attacks
if your going to be my loving little housewife. I want you to grow to be
supportive, nurturing, and obedient. There just isn't any room in our
lives
for jealousy and anger. You do want to share the rest of your life with
me,
don't you Kim?" 

Anger and hurt were still with me but my sobbing subsided as I regained
control of my emotions. I managed to choke out an "Of course I do, Jan" in
response to her question. She hugged me tightly to the full firmness of
her
large breasts trying to quiet me. I looked down at the smooth nyloned
knees
peeping from the hem of my pretty dress. Slowly it dawned on me how
girlishly
emotional I was acting. My tears broke anew. 

After several minutes Jan handed me a warm moist wash cloth and ushered me
to
her large bathroom. Then with an empathetic smile she suggested we freshen
our make up and perfume "for the men". Through tear stained eyes, I
mischievously pinched her firm bottom. Soon we were giggling and joking
just
like two girls.

"Now there's my pretty princess" she smiled. "Before you go back to
Charles,
Honey, you can help me into my new nighty."

As if to say "Yes, Janice. I will always be your loving and obedient
housewife.", I planted a soft, sisterly kiss on her pretty cheek, trying
not
to mess either of our cosmetics. She just smiled proudly.

It was lovely. And Jan looked absolutely adorable in it. The hem of the
sheer
cranberry colored nighty barely reached the tops of her thighs. Jan's
finely
chiseled legs were displayed to perfection. She couldn't help notice the
yearning in my eyes as I ran my hands gently over the smooth white skin of
her
soft, yet well muscled thighs. She lifted the hem as I pulled up the
matching
full cut nylon briefs. Playfully, I let the waistband snap at her waist.
She
just smiled down at me in my kneeling position and tousled my hair in a
sisterly manner. 

Mike didn't bother to knock. I was just a little embarrassed as he
entered. 
Although it seemed proper when we were alone, I didn't like him seeing me
in
this subservient position before my future wife. I shouldn't have worried.
He
didn't even notice me.

"Fantastic, Jan! You look absolutely terrific!"

Jan waved me out of the bedroom as Mike wrapped his big strong arms around
her thinly clad form. My tears of anger and frustration nearly returned as
I
softly shut the bedroom door behind me. Charles seemed to recognize and
understand the painful feelings tearing at my heart.

"Don't be so sad, Kim. Jan is in excellent hands." he comforted, slipping
a
big powerful arm around my narrow waist. He seemed so warm and sincere.

"They're playing our song, Darling. Let's dance." His voice was so deep -
almost hypnotic.

I burned with resentment at his use of that intimate term. But his hand at
my
waist made me feel so fragile. Too weak to rebuke him. And somehow, maybe
the
way he said it, the word didn't sound all "that" out of place.

Charles was so big. And strong. He made me feel so small and attractive in
my
pretty blue dress and matching pumps. My earlier conditioning began to
take 
over. Even with moisture in my eyes I couldn't help snuggling into the
embrace of his powerful arms. Lovingly, I looked up into his deep brown
eyes.
Was I really his "darling"? His hand was at my lower back. I knew he could
feel the waist band of my pretty white panties through the material of my
skirt and slip. He pulled me closer so that I was aware of his hardness 
pressing against my soft tummy. Unconsciously, my pink lips parted
invitingly.
A shrill moan from Jan's bedroom penetrated my subconscious as his tongue
entered me deeply. My knees went limp. I was moist putty in his arms. I
was
his feminine receptacle. Darling? Yes, the word somehow seemed appropriate
now.