ManMaid
by Gennie TV
Part 6 ----
My entry into the house must have been as much of a spectacle as my exit from the car. My now well endowed female form fumbling with bags and boxes, shimmery nylon encased calves flowing from the hem of my (my?) form fitting skirt tapering down to ankles wobbling on sexy spike heeled shoes, my well padded rear swaying seductively as I try to turn the knob on the door, such a site would have an effect on a eunuch let alone a normal, already sexually aroused, human male with a raging imagination and entrapped cock. My male mind protesting less with each new sensation, the memory of my father's condemnations fading with each new caress of my slip against my panties, I again began to wonder why it should be such an awful thought for a man to want to wear such pretty, sexy clothes as I was now wearing. Such softening of thoughts however, could not go unchallenged. For if I gave in, if I weakened, my wife and sisters, mere women, would have beaten me, me a man (current situation excluded), bested by a woman, a totally unacceptable and intolerable thought. So while my resolve may have weakened, and my fear abated slightly I was still far from giving in.
Upon opening the door my first impression was that my sister and wife were tickling each other to the point of seeing who would pass out first so loud and racus were the giggles emanating from the living room. With all the noise they were making I was sure they could not be aware of my entrance, so I stumbled my packages through the door stacking them in the foyer and went back to close the door. It was then that the temperature difference between the oppressive heat and humidity of the outside and the cool dry air of my air conditioned home became glaringly apparent to my sweat soaked, nylon clad body. The sweat that had caused my satin prison to cling to my body and drive me to distraction with itches that I couldn't scratch had suddenly become a very cold and clammy second skin that I could not escape. How could something so soft and delicate as my beautiful satin slip and panties become such a torturous monster? Was I experiencing more of what Debbie meant about the difficulties of wearing sexy lingerie and skirts? I mean how often would a woman, properly dressed (skirt, heels, hose) have occasion to go outside for a workout and then return to an air conditioned house? Certainly not often enough to use as an excuse to never wear a skirt and hose. No, she was not going to get me that easily. I would refuse to tell her how uncomfortable I had become I would smile and pretend that nothing was amiss with my mind or my attire. (Well at least I could dream that I could pretend that well) With such thoughts in mind I ventured forth into no-man's land to see what the "girls" were giggling about. (Hope they don't see that 'girls' reference they would again explain to me: "That's exactly the type of condescending garbage that got you into this predicament in the first place.")
Gathering my packages, with my resolve set to deny any discomfort or pleasure I minced my way into the living room and nearly fainted. There in front of me in all of its 52inch projection screen glory was the image of a well endowed young woman prancing and posing for herself in front of a large mirror which just happened to be identical to the one hanging in my foyer. She could be seen rubbing her hands across her skin tight satin skirted rear, admiring her voluptuous breasts from different angles caressing them with her red nailed hands obviously proud of the endowments nature had granted her.
"Oh my God!" I squealed.
I had been so wrapped up in the events of the day I had completely forgotten about the security cameras inside the house. (Yes, yes, I know Debbie mentioned them in her note but I didn't take her seriously, I didn't think she even knew how to operate the system.)
My outburst of course alerted my wife and sister to my presence, temporarily interrupting their reverie. Pausing rather than stopping the VCR, so that an image of me slightly bent with my rear out one way and my chest out the other and a hand on each cheek (not my face) was frozen on the screen, they turned to look at me, gasping for breath and teary eyed they "welcomed" me back into the house. I searched for a hole to crawl into.
"gennie, dear! We were just reviewing the wonderful show you produced for us. I knew you would eventually enjoy your new wardrobe I just didn't think it would be so soon."
"Oh, sisterbrother dear could you do that bent over pose for us live? Oh, you look so adorable I can't wait to see you in your next outfit."
"I...I...that was just playing around, when I first came downstairs, I...I...was stressed...it...it was a joke. I wasn't enjoying myself. I...I...wanted to see if I could pass in case someone came to the door, that's what I was doing. It's not like I enjoyed myself in front of the mirror all day like women do. (oops) If you watch the rest of the tape you'll see I worked all day and now I'm ready for this game to end, you've embarrassed me enough for one day."
"Oh gennie dear, you have not yet been embarrassed...much anyway, and we have just begun. Obviously you have learned little about your offensive attitude toward women so far. '...in front of a mirror all day like women do.' Well dear we'll see just how much time YOU spend in front of a mirror in the next couple of months. Now quit being such a baby and come in and sit down so that Karin can get started on you."
I did as instructed, more or less. I sat down as gracefully as I could under the circumstances, in my favorite overstuffed recliner and immediately realized that it would be next to impossible for me to get out of it without help or a pair of scissors to cut open my skirt so that I could use my legs. The "women" just giggled more when they noticed how my face registered my dismay. Karin wasted no time, taking my chin in her hand she turned my head left, right, up down, looked at my eyes, examined my ears commented that they could take another piercing or two without problem, examined my hair, felt my face, and then studied my hands. I began to feel like a horse at auction. What was this examination all about? And her comment about another piercing, what was that all about? I was afraid to ask.
"S/he will look very nice with just a few adjustments. I can do a light trim and some simple make up for today and then we can do a more complete transformation at my salon tomorrow. You take her upstairs and help her get cleaned up. I'll follow and setup what I need in the bedroom."
"What gennie dear? Don't look so worried. Karin just wants you to look your best for when you meet your new friends tonight."
"You keep referring to my meeting, and my new friends, what is going on? You must realize that I am not going anywhere in a dress. This whole thing has gone far enough, I admit that wearing a tight skirt has its problems, and I'll never ask you to wear one again. I'm sorry if I have been "insensitive" to your "womanly rights" and "dignity" and promise that I will be better in the future. You claim to have photos of me in bed holding my new breasts, and now you have that God awful video of me making a fool of myself acting like
a vain air headed woman, you have my assurance that I will behave, what choice do I have?" (I think the sarcasm helped to make matters worse but I was upset, I couldn't stop myself.)
"What choice indeed dear? If all we wanted was to control you we could have done that easily, long ago. But as we have explained before we want you to come to a deeper understanding of who you are. Of what being a hu-MAN is all about. You'll see. By the end of your experience you will understand. Of course you will cooperate dear, and it will be because you want to, not because you are forced into it. The choice is always yours dear, you know that, it's what you teach your students every day, it's not that you can or
can't it's that you choose to do or not do, always the choice is yours. Just wait and see if you don't agree with me that what we ask of you is not more pleasant than refusing."
Somehow while talking her hands had made it to the back of my neck and under my skirt to my knee. The longer she talked the softer she talked, gently pulling my head forward towards her luscious full lips, her other hand caressing my nylon clad knee, her nails gently scratching the back of it; her hot breath against my face drawing me closer and closer, her hand moving to my ear, tickling around my earring; my breathing heavy, the sensations from Debbie's hands sending messages directly into the pleasure center of my brain, Our lips meet, the heat seeming to melt our lipsticks together, the scent of her perfume filling my senses, the electricity igniting my body from within, I have no will of my own, it is as though she has me in a trance, I never want this moment to end. I find myself agreeing to go upstairs and await my new future.
Taking pity on me Debbie and Karin helped me out of my chair with at least some grace and no broken ankles. With Debbie leading the way I mince my way to the stairs for the long trek up. I was once again reminded of how restrictive my tight skirt was. Taking them one at a time it seemed to take forever to get up the stairs. I found myself envying my wife for the ease with which she ascended the stairs in her jeans and sneakers.
"Come along dear we need to get you out of those clothes so that Karin can do your hair and make-up. Time for you to make a choice: Do you want to get undressed on your own? Or would you like me to help?"
What choice would you make? There was my beautiful wife offering to remove my glorious satin prison, the opportunity to have her against my satin clad body once again. Giving me the opening I would need to show her how much I loved her, and how much she needed the attentions of a man and a man's equipment. I had my chance to convince her to remove that damn belt.
"How could I refuse such an offer? Of course I choose to have you help me." The smile on my face rivaled only by my wife's.
"So your choice is to have me help you get ready for your next step, is that right gennie?"
My head was nodding so hard it felt like it was going to fall off.
"Well then let's get started."
Had I been capable of a hard on, and been able to move my feet more than a foot at a time I think I would have had her down on the bed with her jeans and panties off in less than a heartbeat. As it was I just stood there in the middle of the room awaiting her commands, just like a good little gennie should.
As she slowly approached my position she started to purr about how much fun we were going to have from then on. I was instructed to do nothing until she indicated what I needed to do, that she would take care of everything, to just relax and enjoy. The more she purred the deeper I feel under her spell. She started nibbling my ear as she wrapped her soft wonderful arms around my shoulders, again forcing our breasts together, slowly sliding her hands to the first button on the back of my blouse, my body on fire. I wanted so badly to just take her there and then, only her soft purring voice invading my lust. It must have taken her 5 minutes to get the buttons of my silk blouse undone. Each button an erotic experience, her long nailed fingers lightly scratching against the silk of my blouse and the satin of my slip and corset. Finally reaching the point where she could slowly, oh so slowly, oh so gently, slide her hands inside the shoulders of my blouse. To glide her hands over my sensitive shoulders, stopping just long enough to play with the corset and slip straps; her hands finding their way down to my waist, feeling the constriction of my corset. Her full painted lips purring how sexy it felt to have me so hard; pulling my blouse forward, allowing the silk of the blouse to caress my arms as it was pulled forward off my body. I wanted her so badly, needed release so desperately, my male mind screaming 'take this woman' my body shivering in anticipation, my wife purring in my ear, relaxing me, making me want to wait, to extend the pleasure as long as possible.
Dropping the blouse to the floor her hands once again find their way to my restricted waist. My breath comes in gasps as she slides her flattened hands across my belly, causing the satin of my slip to rub against my corset, the stiff fiber of the corset enhancing the sensation of her hands upon me. I am so caught up in her trance that by the time she reaches my breasts and begins to knead them, just as I had done to her so many times before, I feel the warm caress of her hands, the compression of my breasts against my chest, the heat of her breath in my ear giving me sensations I have never before felt.
Of course I would do whatever she asked of me I was hers and she knew it. Moving her hands under my arms and down my back brought her chest once again tight against mine. The sensation of her hands following my corset stays down to the button on my skirt intensifying the pressure of her very real, very firm yet soft, ever so perfectly formed breasts against my own. Her warm soft lips again finding mine. I'm lost in an embrace so heavenly my mind is not my own. She fiddles with the button until it is undone my body shivers as if in orgasm, the moment so intense. Slowly she lowers the zipper, the restriction of my satin prison gradually abates, I feel her hands under the waist band pushing my skirt down over my hips, my well padded rear being released, the satin of the skirt sliding smoothly over the satin of my whisper soft slip. Her hands reaching the garter tabs holding my stockings as my skirt flows into a puddle around my high heeled ankles. Taking time to pull gently on my garter straps, allowing me to feel the tug of sheer stockings against my aroused legs, my slip again playing a part in that arousal; Debbie purring another reminder into my mind about how sexy my new clothes are and how lucky I am to be allowed to wear them; my mind drinking in the sensations and suggestions.
It was then time for me to part with my whispery soft slip, so light, so silky, so smooth upon my body its light lavender caress so sensual. Debbie reaches up to my shoulders and pushes my slip's straps down across my arms, activating the fine hairs along the way, making my hands shake, a moment of regret that my thin yet strong covering is being peeled away, exposing my true self for all the world to see. Debbie's hands again on the move, under the bodice if the slip she is now able to slide it delightfully slowly down my corseted frame. The electric tendrils coursing non-stop throughout my body, my heart pounding in my ears, never in my life would I have dreamed that anything could be so erotic or pleasurable.
Stepping back she holds her hands out to me palms up so that I may have support in stepping out of the remains of my satin prison now pooled about my feet. My mind and body so quickly conditioned to the restrictions of my skirt my leg refuses to lift more than the few inches that had been allowed. Realizing my folly I lift first one and then the other foot high and step forward leaving a puddle of satin on the floor behind me, a twinge of regret tugging at my senses. Debbie leads me to the bed and motions for me to sit. Coming towards me pushes my shoulders back so that I'm laying down my feet on the floor, she lifts my legs, removing my torture shoes in the process and places my feet on the bed. I want so badly to reach out to her. To hold her sweet body next to mine. To combine our bodies, our souls in loves embrace. Her whispering arousing me at the same time restraining me, telling me there is no rush, to relax and allow her to finish. Never would I have believed that a body could be so aroused for so long without sexual climax, I found myself never wanting this "ordeal" to end.
Debbie continued to undress me, her little gennie doll, in the same slow, sensuous, manner as she had started. Holding my left foot in her hand she began to stroke my leg with her wondrous long nails, along the inside of my thigh, down under my knee, along my calf back to my foot. My whole body quaking as she methodically repeated the process, releasing one garter tab at a time, one with each stroke of her manicured fingers down my leg, until at last she is able to remove my silky sheer stockings, nylon rubbing against nylon rubbing against my legs, releasing a delicious sensation with a direct connection to my brain. A feeling so intense I am still unable to describe the power and eroticism it released within me. My reactions are not unnoticed by my wife as she continues her ministrations upon my body. Her whispered voice assuring me that what I am feeling is only the beginning, that she will take me to heights unimagined in my macho male mind, all I need do is relax and accept.
With garters freed it was possible to remove my corset. Putting a hand to each shoulder she forces me to fall back onto the bed. Feeling totally spent and with deep anticipation I watched as Debbie climbed herself up onto the bed, climbed over me and straddled my corseted torso with her knees. Resting her perfectly rounded posterior upon my well chastised male equipment she reached down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled, exposing her beautiful bare breasts. Throwing her shirt into the puddle on the floor she gently raises my hands to her breasts, the warmth of her flesh heaven in my hands, she leans forward her lips again finding my own, her hands massaging my corseted chest. She slides her hands slowly, firmly to the zipper at the top of my corset. With maddening slowness she lowers the zipper one notch at a time, my mind reliving a vision from earlier in the day.
Finally, she reaches the bottom of the corset releasing me from its confinement. My first real breath since putting it on, Debbie massaging my belly and chest, my sense of relief at freedom curiously countered by a surprising feeling of vulnerability at my freedom. How quickly I had become accustomed to being held sung and secure. Perhaps feeling my mixed emotions Debbie, my beautiful Debbie, laid down next to me and held me in her arms, tit to tit, skin to skin, her warmth reassuring to my overwrought senses I promptly fell to sleep. A sleep filled with dreams of satin and lace, of corsets and petticoats; of lipstick and eyeliner; dreams of beauty salons and evening gowns. Dreams of peace and fulfillment, I wanted to dream forever, to be allowed to be the real me, gentle and loving, but first I would need to overcome my fears of what people would think of me, I needed to learn to accept myself.
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Readers: My greatest fear is that I'm moving too slow with the story line and that people will lose interest. I find this story quite different from most I have read on the web and that is where my concern is rooted. Please let me know what you think
With warm pink fuzzies
Luv gennie TV
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