ManMaid
by Gennie TV
Part 4
"All I have to do is figure out where the box is located, and whose name it's in, and then go in, dressed as gennie, and I have my freedom. That's it? No problem. You bet sis. A daunting task dressed as myself with access to my car, nearly impossible in my current state, hell I can barely walk let alone chase around the city trying to find a safe deposit box. Not to mention that I would be the laughing stock of the city dressed like this." I tried to sound as sarcastic as possible as I replied to my dear sister.
"Oh I see. Debbie did you hear that? 'Little gennie' thinks that people will laugh at her if she goes out wearing a skirt. She thinks it looks funny to wear a skirt. Then that must mean that all the times she has harassed you about not wearing a skirt, and trying to coerce you into wearing one, was so that she could have people laugh at you. She didn't want you to look pretty for her she wanted to make fun of you."
"gennie is that what you think? Yes it must be I heard you with my own ears. Oh dear how could you? All this time I thought your motives were simply a post adolescence fantasy of what a woman should look like, but now I find out that you wanted me to wear skirts so that you could laugh at me! When did you first have this desire to humiliate me?"
"But... but... that's not what I meant... Why are you turning everything I say around into a slam against women?"
"Because dear, everything you say is a slam against women, you just don't realize it. Now dear, if I were you, I would shut up and head out to the car and retrieve those packages from the back seat so that I would have something to wear this evening. You have insulted Karin and I quite enough for one day. Any more noise out of you and I just might take Karin's advice and forget where I put my copy of your chastity key for a very long time. Would you like that dear?"
To add emphasis to her final question she approached me, threw her arms around my neck and pulled me against her beautifully curvaceous body planting a long sensuous, tongue filled kiss onto my painted lips. Her soft warm hands slowly sliding down the back of my body, lingering briefly at my shoulders, her long fingernails outlining the straps of my slip and corset through the silk of my ever so sheer blouse, my shoulders quake at the sensation, my mind screams YES! My own fingers seek out the same target on Debbie but find no target, just smooth shoulders and back under her shirt. Debbie was braless!
Into my mind sprang an image that I would never have believed: Debbie and I in bed, tit to tit, me in a sheer shimmery bra and matching panties, Debbie in her naked glory straddled atop me, leaning over to kiss me, her hands on MY tits. I wanted to rebel against that image, but it only became stronger as her delicate hands made their way further down my silk covered back. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands slide across my back, silk against two layers of satin, her fingernails never missing an opportunity to outline the stays of my imprisoning corset, my whole body feeling the indescribable sensations that only true sexual play can bring. Her hands continue their mind boggling journey until finally reaching their destination they grab and begin to massage my well padded ass. Her kiss continues, my first experience with a lipstick to lipstick kiss (I knew then I would not want it to be my last, would you?), a kind of sticky, slippery sensation that felt like our lips were being glued together at the same time that they were sliding apart, our lips each with their own distinctive aroma. You know, that scent that only lipstick can provide, intensified two fold because you are both wearing it. Her foot sliding up my nylon encased calf. The feel of my legs being rubbed through sexy sheer stockings sending electric tendrils directly up my legs into my groin (me wondering: If this feeling is this intense with those heavy pantyhose on under my stockings what must it be like with smooth, silky, hairless legs, and sheer silky stockings held up by only the laciest wisp of a garter belt?), my trapped member struggling against its confinement. Her knee pressing into my groin, my own imprisoned leg attempting to wrap around her beautiful body, my mind caught in a whirlpool of emotion swirling deeper into its own imprisoned state. Thus one more brick broken from my carefully constructed wall protecting my innermost self from the "manly" persona inflicted by my father for exhibiting any trait or mannerism that "HE" (my father) considered even the slightest bit feminine. All combined to cause my weakened mind to withdraw further from Dan and move inexorably one step closer to gennie. My knees went weak, my breathing quick and shallow, as my body shuddered in what felt like an orgasm without ejaculation, I thought I would faint again. The sensation of all that satin sliding around on my ass and body, combined with Debbie's more than ample tits pressing into my own well padded chest, caused the corset to pull up against my waist as my own tits were pressed up into their bra cups the sliding satin sending sensuous, sexy tendrils of electric shock though my abdomen and groin. The intensity of the would have been orgasm so great that I feared my cock would get hard in spite of its awful confinement and cause damage to my poor encased little precious. I was lost to her will at that moment and she knew it.
Karin stood on the sidelines cheering her encouragement. "Yeah bro-sis, go for it. What a hot little number you are. All right, with passion like that you'll have every guy at the ball wanting a piece of that sweet little ass of yours."
Any other time I would have been upset with her taunts but Debbie tasted sooo good and the electricity coursing through my body held me in its embrace so thoroughly that I was barely even aware of her presence.
Upon breaking her embrace Debbie asked, "Well sweetie still in the mood to argue? Ready for Karin to get started on your face now, or do you still want to rant and rave about your poor "little precious" and its cute little prison? (How did she know I call my cock little precious? It really is small in its flaccid state and I have been self conscious of it since puberty, I was taught that just like big tits made for a real woman, a big cock made for a real man. Since I did not have a big cock I had to make people think I did. I must talk in my sleep, yes that's it, I talk in my sleep. How else could she know? What other of my secrets does she know?) My original plan was to let it out for a short time tonight so that I might play with it but, the way you have been acting I guess I will just have rely on my vibrator instead, perhaps you would like to borrow it too, it's sometimes a girl's best friend you know."
"Debbie...I...I...I... I guess I'll go get the packages from the car. But how can I go out dressed like this? What if I'm seen by someone who knows me? I'll never be able to live this down. I'm a man and everyone knows it, and men just don't walk around in tight skirts and transparent blouses. Can't I wear something at least a little less revealing? Maybe a jacket or something? This blouse is so sheer it's almost like it's not even there. And the way my ass wiggles when I walk in this skirt, I will draw everybody's attention straight to my ass just walking out to the car. I don't know if I can go out dressed like this."
"But dear if it was me in that outfit you would not think twice about sending me out to the car to bring something in."
"But you're a woman, you're supposed to dress like this. Women were designed to have their asses stared at. (Would I ever learn to keep my mouth shut?) I'm a man. I'm not supposed to wiggle when I walk, but in this ...outfit... I have no choice."
"There you go with that double standard attitude again. Welcome to the real world gennie. You really don't understand that it is just as embarrassing for a woman to be stared at in that kind of an outfit as it is for you, do you?"
"Well if it's so embarrassing for women to wear sexy clothes, why do it? Nobody is forcing them into it. (oops, there I go again) Don't women want to look good for their men? Dress a little sexy to show off their bodies like they were meant to be seen? (ever deeper I dig my own hole) OK I admit to the inconveniences of a skirt and can understand why you don't want to wear a nice tight skirt to do the house work. If I promise not to ask you to wear tight skirts anymore will you release me? I think I've learned my lesson."
The smoke curling from her ears should have been an indication of what she thought of my reasoning. "RELEASE YOU?! LEARNED YOUR LESSON?! I thought we just went through this. You will be released when you have come to grips with what you have become, and when you can finally allow yourself to be the person you really are. No more posturing or false bravado. It's exactly that attitude that has built the glass ceiling and made it so hard for women to be treated as equals in our society. Sexy clothes are just one of the things we girls have to live with to survive. We don't put up with being stared at because we ask for it or like it, we put up with it because we have to. And now you have a chance to see what it's like. Isn't it fun gennie?"
Reaching into her purse she pulled out a pair of dark oversized sun glasses with roses at each of the top corners, and said, "Here wear these, with those big tits and sweet round ass even if someone did see you they would only see the woman you now are, and the glasses are big enough to cover your face so no one will ever recognize you. Go look in the mirror if you don't believe me, you won't even recognize yourself."
There was no need to look in the mirror I had been doing just that all day. Every time I struggled out of and back into this satin prison I would look up and briefly wonder who the sexy chick with the big tits and nice ass was, before I would realize that that sexy chick was a man...me!
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By this time my options were limited to say the least. I knew in my heart that my wife and sisters would not do me any permanent physical harm. I also knew that I loved my wife dearly, and would do almost anything for her. Perhaps if I had rebelled at the beginning just sat down on the bed and refused to get dressed. I would have been in a better position to protest when she got home. But let me tell ya guys, it is very disconcerting to wake up with certain additions and losses to your normal anatomy. I was not really awake when I started, and Debbie's notes seemed so well thought out that I just could not at the time think of any alternative but to cooperate and hope that she would relent within a few days. I guess I could have tried hiding and when she got home attack and demand that she release me, but then if I tried something like that and failed... Or I could have called the Police and ended not only my marriage but my career as well. Not to mention the fact that I had been raised with the belief that a man solves his own problems and does not let others, especially public officials, know what they are.
No, I was stuck and I knew it. My personal priorities of family, home and career were more important to me than what clothes I would wear on any given day. I could play their game for a while, I could pretend to become whatever they wanted me to become, and they would never know the difference (my only fear was that I would stop pretending and allow myself to enjoy the sensations that had been coursing through my body all day). And then there was that kiss that Debbie had just planted on me. Talk about confused feelings, the sensations of all that satin, the helplessness I felt while in her arms. The total release of myself to her will, it all felt so liberating, so right, but of course I knew that I was just lost in the moment, I was a man and as such would never allow myself to give in to such feelings, it was all just the result of the stress of the day. There was no way that I could enjoy being dressed like a woman. Because I was a man I could never in a hundred years be the submissive partner in a relationship, could I? I mean it felt really, really nice just then letting Debbie be the aggressor for a change. I know that if mom was still around she would tell me it was OK to feel that way. Why did she have to be the one with cancer? Why couldn't it have been him instead? Mom understood people, she knew that sometimes everyone, even males, have a need to be soft and gentle, to allow themselves to crack that hard manly shell that our society demands of men. HE never understood that, he was so locked into his men are superior by right of birth mindset that he never could have understood that. He believed that any expression of emotion from a man was a sign of weakness, and there was no way he was going to have a "weak, wimpy" son, no matter what it took. And he didn't, I learned my lesson well. To be called a "male chauvinist pig" I considered a compliment. My bearing was more of swagger than a walk, my comments toward women rude and derogatory, my tolerance for anyone or anything even the least bit different from the norm was nonexistent, and my treatment of my girlfriends through high school, and early college was one of me Tarzan, you less than Jane.
Then I met Debbie. Ahhh Debbie! Five, seven, 135 lbs., big beautiful blue eyes, long dark wavy hair, full sensuous lips, 'C' cup tits, and the roundest, firmest, softest, (does that make any sense?) sweetest ass I had ever seen. I first fell in love with her body, then with her. She was two years younger than I, the same age as my sister Karin. She seemed to understand me, to be interested in me in spite of the way I acted (I was not used to a "girl" sticking with me for more than one or two dates before I would scare them away). Debbie helped return me to being human (at least somewhat), she got me to mellow in my demands on her, re-trained me to say please and thank you, when I was addressing her, she even got me to let my hair grow out from the buzz cut I had worn for so long. She seemed to understand me as no one ever had. She had patience with me, something I was not used to from anyone. I fell and remain still, head over (spike) heels in love with her. Standing there pleading with her to let me at least wear a jacket, with Karin taunting me from the sidelines, I finally began to understand why she seemed to know so much about me, she had been friends with my sister since high school and was interested in me then (who knows what attracts people to each other, I have no idea what Debbie saw in me, but she decided then that she wanted me), and my blabber mouth sister told her EVERYTHING about me. Debbie knew me, knew all about me, the real me before she even met me.
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So it was with wobbling ankles, mincing steps, and swaying ass that I headed for the front door and the outside world. My wife and sister behind me taunting me with whistles and cat calls. Making comments about my swaying ass (I guess I did bring that on myself) and how my skirt made it stand out so well. I couldn't see my face but I am sure, judging from its temperature that I was blushing the brightest shade of crimson that could be imagined.
I had never before realized how safe and warm the inside of a person's home could be, nor how scary the simple act of walking out of the house sometimes is. In my mind I knew that no one could see me walk from the house to the car, between the wall and the hedges no one could even see the house from the street let alone someone walking from the front door to the driveway. But knowing something in my mind and convincing my racing heart and trembling hands were two entirely different things. Oh be still my racing heart...
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