A Match Maid in Heaven

by Jennifer White

 

Ron Connor climbed off his 26 year old Pilates instructor, panting for breath. She was the best bang he had in months. His wife Kayla was okay, but she was too stiff in bed. Plus, at age 38, her body was nothing compared to Tanya's hard body. Yes, he had been caught a couple of times by his wife, but she'd never find out about this one. He had learned to be more careful.

* * *

But not careful enough. Because about a month later, Kayla confronted him, and she had pictures. He was caught, and could not deny it. As usual, he promised to be good, and said he'd never do it again. She seemed to accept it (after only minimal screaming and yelling, and the usual threat of divorce). But she wouldn't leave him. He was rich, and she signed a prenuptial agreement. So she couldn't leave him. Not unless she wanted to go work as a waitress or something.

He'd let it all blow over, then find another babe to make it with. He was tired of his pilates instructor anyway.

* * *

What Ron didn't know, was that with her free time, Kayla hadn't just been having fun; she had been learning things. And this time, it would be different for him. Little did he know, but his entire life was about to change. This latest affair (with a 26 year old!) was just the last straw for her. She had wanted her husband to change, as most wives do. Was it asking too much for him to love only her? Didn't he realize how it made her feel that he was constantly having affairs with other women? Well, that would never happen again. Not when she was through with him.

 

She started that night. As they went to bed, she gave Ron a shoulder massage, explaining to him that she was taking a massage therapy class in her spare time. He relaxed as she worked his muscles. Then she moved towards his neck, and the base of his skull. Soon, he was totally relaxed, and on the edge of sleep.

This was the moment she had waited for. It was this moment on the edge of the conscious and the unconscious that a trained person, who knew hypnotic programming could take action. This was his first session, so she started with something very subtle.

Her psychology class told her that his view of women was largely shaped by how he viewed his mother and his father. Today, she would erase some of his early memories, and replace them with ones that were more appropriate. First, she'd start with his father.

From meeting his dad, she knew that he was a very dominating personality, and that he did not like to show even the slightest hint of weakness. That needed to be fixed. So she started by making his subconscious recall incidents when he was young, and his father yelled at his mother, telling her what to do. She twisted it, so that in his mind, he would now remember it the other way: his mother was strong, his father was weak. She would calmly tell him what to do, and he would jump to it.

They were old, remote memories. Not something he'd think of every day. Not something that he would notice, and would wonder why it seemed so strange. She carefully chose what to change within him, and how to do it. In order for her technique to work properly, it needed to be done with a subtle touch, carefully planned, over time. A sudden rush of programming, and his mind would not only detect it, it would reject it, and fall back into it's old ways.

So after altering a few memories of his father, she also made a few adjustments for his mother. From the stories that Ron had told her, Kayla knew that his mother didn't work, because his father didn't allow her to. He would constantly remind her that "a woman's place is in the home". Much as Ron wanted Kayla to live.

Therefore, she changed a few of Ron's memories on this topic as well. Instead of him remembering his father telling his mother that she *had* to stay home because it was her place, she changed the context. She implanted a different memory into Ron's mind, where his father was begging her to work, but *she* was the one in control. She would *order* him to work, so she could stay home and do as she pleased. He quickly backed down, and begged her forgiveness for daring to question her judgment.

 

With her work for the night done, she allowed Ron to fall into a full sleep. In the morning, he would remember nothing of what she had done to him.

 

* * *

 

In fact, over the next week, all of the nightly hypnotic reprogramming sessions that Kayla had with Ron were very similar. There were many memories he had of his parents interacting. He had to unlearn what he had learned, and gain new memories of them, starting with early childhood.

And again, it was important for her not to be heavy handed at this stage. Her instructor had warned that if she tried to do too many changes too quickly, it would not work. And she in fact intended to make some *very* major changes to Ron's personality. So this was just the beginning, the foundation on which all of the other things would build.

 

Every young child grows up idolizing and admiring their parents. That might change when they reach their teens. But what child doesn't love their parents, even if they are treated badly by them? If a father was a star football player for example, it is very likely that his son will also want to learn to play football, to please his dad. The more a son admires his father, the more he wants to be like him. And so, it was now time to start tearing down Ron's inner admiration for his father, and turn it towards a different direction: his mother.

First, Kayla started with a memory that almost all young children have: the first time they saw their parents naked. She probed in Ron's mind, until she found the day that he accidentally saw his mother in the shower. His reaction had been of curiosity and revulsion. She was *different* than he was. He had been far too young to have any overt sexual feelings yet, but there was that inner genetic drive that made boys realize they were different than girls.

Kayla now set out to alter Ron's memory of the incident.

"Why you saw her" she said softly, "you didn't think she was different from you. That never happened. When you saw her naked, you thought: That's what I will be when I grow up."

Ron's mind would resist this new memory at first, so it would take a few iterations to convince him that it really was his own thought.

"You wanted to be just like her at that moment. You couldn't wait until you grew up, so you could be just like mommy. You thought: I want to be like her. I want to be just like her when I grow up."

Eventually, she broke down his resistance, and when asked, he mumbled that when he saw his mother in the shower, he knew that he wanted to grow up and become just like her. Perfect! She had made wonderful progress. However, before she ended this session, it was equally important for her to change how he felt about his father. If there were two existing memories that were in conflict, the one that had been in his mind the longest would win out.

So she had to reprogram him that the first time he saw his father naked, he felt revolted, because it would be so *gross* to be like that when he grew up. Covered with nasty hair, and what that awful looking *thing* between his legs. She made him think that he had been so revolted by seeing him, that he had to go take a shower, because he had felt unclean.

 

That was a major step, and over the next few days, she would simply reinforce what she had just done to him. It was critical for his progress, to keep her plan going.

 

* * *

 

At this point, Kayla hadn't noticed any changes to Ron's behavior. And for his part, he had no idea that each night his mind was being altered, and reprogrammed to suit Kayla's desires. He just thought it was cool that she would give him a nice massage to help him get to sleep.

This particular night, Kayla was going to change Ron's memory of the first birthday party of his that he could remember. In his trance, he told her that he had received a baseball mitt, and he had been thrilled.

"No" said Kayla. "You're thinking of your brother's birthday party. You didn't get a baseball mitt like he did. You got something better. Your mommy bought you your very first Barbie doll. You loved her so much! When you saw her, you wanted to play with her right away. She made you think of your mommy, because she was shaped like mommy, she was pretty like mommy, and she had long hair like mommy. You thought of your Barbie as a little version of yourself. You played with her every day, and in your mind, it was *you* putting on the pretty clothes, riding a horse, cooking dinner on the stove, and cleaning in the Dream House. When you saw Barbie, you thought: that's me!"

Ron seemed to be struggling with this new memory.

"All of the other girls at the party were so excited that you got a new Barbie doll. They were all jealous of you. You were prettier than them, it was your birthday, and you had a Barbie."

 

How often does one think about their first memorable birthday party? Not very often! And so like the other memories that Kayla had reprogrammed, this one would be latent. Ron would never realize that something inside him like this had changed. It was just one more block in the new foundation she was building in his mind.

Each day, she changed more and more of his memories. In time, all of the little changes would add up.

 

* * *

 

In Ron's childhood, his father had handled all of the punishments. His mother had stayed out of it. Now it was time to go after that, and make some changes. She changed things so that in his mind, it was *mommy* who gave out punishments and rewards. And in real life, his dad had spanked him, or hit him with his belt if he had been bad. A reward might be a trip to see a ballgame, or a movie. That would have to change as well.

"When you were very bad, your mommy made you get your hair cut short, so you couldn't let it grow long and pretty like hers. You wanted your hair to be like mommy's, or Barbie's. But you were bad, so they cut it short. But when you were good, mommy let you wear a wig, so your hair would look long and pretty. You liked how it felt to have long pretty hair."

It was a simple association to make in his mind: short hair = bad. Long hair = good. But now, she was going to give him a special new memory.

"When you got straight A's on your report card, mommy had a special treat for you. She took you into her room, and she dressed you up in pretty clothes. She gave you a skirt to wear, and a pretty blouse, because you were so good. She even stuffed your bra, so your chest looked like hers. You were never so happy in your life. She let you wear your wig, and you played all day putting on makeup, wearing her high heels, and having more fun than ever before in your life."

Of course, nothing like that had ever happened to him, but it was crucial that he'd come to view dressing up as something that gave him a good feeling.

"You never wanted it to end. And from then on, whenever you were especially good, mommy let you dress up in your pretty clothes. You wanted to do it every day, more than anything. You realized that you were only happy when mommy allowed you to dress up. You realized that you wanted to be a girl."

It was the first time that she had implanted any new memories of him wanting to actually *be* a girl. This was a dangerous moment; a thought so radical that it could draw attention to what Kayla was doing to his mind. She had done her best to prepare him. As long as he didn't catch on in the next day or so, it would be too late for him, and he would be so far along in the retraining of his mind, that there would be no way to stop what was about to happen to him.

 

* * *

 

When Ron got back from work the next day, Kayla looked for signs of what was going on in his mind. Much to her delight, he didn't seem to have discovered his new memories yet. That meant the programming could continue! That night, she put him into his trance state, and she was able to start the next phase of her plan.

 

A boy's first sexual experience is something fundamentally important for his psychosexual development. There is a tendency in men to want to relive their first sexual experience over and over. For that reason, it was now important for Kayla to remake Ron's mind, into the image that she wanted. First, she asked him about his first time. In his hypnotic state, he would answer her truthfully, with nothing withheld.

"What was her name?" asked Kayla.

"Wendy" he mumbled in reply.

"Where did you do it?"

"On the couch, at her parents house, when they were out and we were alone."

"How did it happen?" asked Kayla.

"We were watching a movie. Then we made out. Then we started to undress each other. I told her to lay back and spread her legs open for me. I mounted her, and we did it. I was so excited, that I came almost right away."

"How long did you stay with her?"

"We broke up at the end of the summer."

Kayla smiled. Ron had never told her the truth about it. He never really talked about his past with her. But now he was open and honest due to his trance state. Soon, after she was done with him, he'd be open and honest with her all the time, once she was done altering his mind.

"You remember being at Wendy's house" said Kayla, as she started to reprogram Ron's memories. "You can see her on the couch. You are all alone, and excited because you want her so much."

"Yes" said Ron.

"She orders you to strip naked, and then to get on your knees, and you become very excited. You want *so* much to please her. You get on your knees for her. Can you see yourself on your knees, looking up at her?"

"Yes" said Ron.

"She seems so powerful. So *female*. You admire her so much, and wish that you could be like her. She takes off her skirt and hands it to you. She tells you to put it on, and you become *so* excited. You always wanted a woman who was like your mommy: powerful, strong, and willing to treat you like a girl. Can you see yourself kneeling before her, wearing her skirt?"

"Yes, I can" replied Ron.

"You see her taking off her panties. Then she spreads her legs wide apart for you, and she orders you to use your tongue on her. You are *so* willing to obey her! You immediately put your mouth on her. You love that taste and smell more than anything! You are in heaven as you go down on her. Think of the taste and the smell. Can you remember them now?"

"Yes!" said Ron. "I remember!"

"Then you see her hand you a bra. She orders you to put it on, and to stuff it full. You love how it feels to be in a bra, and you're wearing her skirt still. Your heart races as she tells you that you look pretty. That is the greatest compliment that you could receive from her; you look pretty. You like feeling pretty. Can you remember how wonderful it was for her to say that you looked pretty, like a girl?"

"Oh, yes!" said Ron.

"Then she tells you to stroke yourself with your hand, inside your skirt. She gives you a sock, and tells you to put it over yourself under your skirt. You do that, and she tells you to stroke yourself harder and harder. You're on your knees, jerking off into a sock under your skirt, looking up at her. You would do anything for her! She tells you to keep doing it, and that once you come into the sock, you will become her girlfriend and her slave. At that moment, you come, harder than you have ever done before in your life, or since. It was the best feeling you ever had, in all of your life! Can you remember it?"

"Yes" intoned Ron.

"A week later, she did the same thing to you, and you loved how it felt to be in her power and control. This time though, she sucked on your nipple as you milked yourself for her. You swore to be her slave forever. And all summer long, you did whatever she told you. Serving her made you feel like a girl, and nothing could be better than that."

"I remember" said Ron.

"But she broke up with you, because she gave you an order, and you dared to question her. You dared to even *think* something other than what she told you. As a punishment, instead of being allowed to serve her, she cut you off. Do you remember how brokenhearted you felt when she left you, your first real love?"

"Yes" said Ron sadly.

"So you swore that you'd never disobey a woman again. Just to show her, you started serving your mother, as you would your girlfriend. And do you remember what she did as a reward? She allowed you to start shaving off all of your body hair, so that you'd look more like a real girl."

"Oh, I can remember!" said Ron.

"Your mother always said: Good girls shave their legs, bad boys have body hair. You wanted to be good for your mommy, so you always kept yourself hairless. Do you remember shaving yourself?"

"Yes" said Ron.

"Good girl" said Kayla. "Now that you remember, you can go to sleep. Sleep tight, my pretty little girl."

Ron's face glowed in a warm smile as he fell into the warm darkness of sleep.

 

* * *

 

Another important milestone in a boy's development as a person, is his best friend. They play together, fight together, get dirty, play sports, get in trouble, and all sorts of things. Most boy's have on particularly close friend who is like a brother to them. But once they get a little older, and start dating, they tend to drift apart. They blame the women for coming in between them, and things are never quite the same.

It was this area of Ron's development that Kayla reprogrammed the next night. She noticed that Ron was being much less assertive with her already, but he didn't show any overt differences with her, other than that. He was really close now, to the point where his new programming would start to take over. It would be like the whole foundation of his personality would crumble away, and the new foundations (which she was forming in his mind every night) would remain in its place.

She eased him into his trance, and started by reinforcing some of the programming from previous days. Once that was done, it was time to work on changing his memories of his best friend. Kayla knew that Ron had hung out with a buddy named Terry, and they had done everything together.

"Do you remember your best friend Terry?" said Kayla.

"Yes" replied Ron.

"Describe Terry" said Kayla.

"He was about my height, dark hair, a little rougher looking than me."

"No" said Kayla. "You are remembering Terri's brother Frank. Terri wasn't like that at all. She was a tall thin blonde, a pretty girl who you felt lucky just to be around. The fact that she had picked you as a best friend made you feel so wonderful. You liked being in the company of girls. You identified with them so strongly. As you looked into Terri's pretty blue eyes, you wished that you were like her. Can you remember her pretty face now, and how much you wanted to be her?"

"Yes" said Ron, his mind filled with the *new* memories.

"You and Terri did everything together" said Kayla. "You did up each other's hair. You learned to put on makeup together, practicing on each other. You did each other's toenails. You read beauty magazines together, then dressed up in her pretty clothes, trying to put together the cutest most fashionable outfits. Can you remember dressing up with Terri now?"

"Yes" said Ron.

"You hung out at the mall with all the other girls, and went clothes shopping whenever you earned extra money. You and her got a job cleaning and mopping floors. Then she quit because it was too rough on her hands, but you stayed on, cleaning and mopping, because you liked the work so much. You brought your paycheck back, and gave it to her, so she could have more pretty clothes. You loved how it felt to work hard cleaning, then to know that you were doing it for *her*. Can you remember doing that for her?"

"Yes" said Ron. "I remember now."

"One day at her house, you took out the vacuum, and started to clean up her room. She was delighted that you would clean for her, and she rewarded you by allowing you to wear a pretty outfit as you worked around her house. You loved it when she gave you a special chore, like cleaning the windows or doing the dusting. Can you remember all that?"

"Yes, I can" said Ron.

"You and Terri read through wedding magazines too, and dreamed of having big weddings. You loved the pretty white dresses that the brides wore, and you always wished that it could be *you* in those pictures, walking down the aisle in the white dress with the veil and the long train behind you. You remember how it felt to want to be a bride, don't you?"

"Yes" said Ron.

"But then Terri moved away, and you felt so alone, and so heartbroken. You had nobody to serve, nobody to clean for, and nobody to tell you what to do. You felt so terrible without a woman to serve! Wasn't that a sad time?"

"Very sad" said Ron.

"But then you met Kayla, the woman you now serve. You want to shower her how much you love her, by serving her in every way. More than anything, you want her to dominate you, and tell you what to do. You want to be hers so much, so that she will allow you to wear pretty clothes. You would do anything to serve her, to make her happy. You have dedicated your life to serving her. Only serving your woman makes you feel feminine. And only feeling feminine makes you feel aroused. You cannot get aroused unless you are dressed up in pretty clothes. You want to focus all of your sexual energy on Kayla, so you can serve her. Is that clear?"

"Yes" said Ron.

"Your ultimate goal, is to be so good, that Kayla calls you by your female name. Only when you have a girl's name can you truly feel feminine. You want to be treated like a girl so much, don't you? You will do anything, so that Kayla will allow you to serve her."

"Yes!!!!!" said Ron.

"Very good my little girl. Close your eyes, and go to sleep now. Have sweet girly dreams. Dream of yourself in your white wedding dress, walking down the aisle, as you become Kayla's wife, forever."

It was the first time that she had ordered him to dream something. He would be in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle in his dream, ready to wed Kayla. And in the morning, if all went right, he might actually remember the dream. Kayla now only needed to observe Ron. It was too late for him; there was no hope. His mind had been altered now, past the point of no return. It would just take some time for his new memories to override his current ugly personality. Soon, he'd be the person that Kayla wanted him to be.

 

* * *

 

For the next four days, Ron didn't seem any different to Kayla. But this was expected. It was a total change of his personality that she was going for, and as they say, Rome wasn't built in a day. Inside his mind there must have been great turmoil now. But outwardly, he didn't show any signs of his change yet. But she would keep a close eye on him.

At night, she would reinforce the memories she had created. She would also quiz him, testing to make sure that he could not remember anything that might conflict with his new programming. Kayla only needed to tweak a few things here and there. For the most part, everything had taken. His boyhood memories were erased, and the new ones that Kayla had created were all there in place instead.

 

Another few days passed. When Ron came home from work, Kayla was taking off her earrings in the bedroom, as Ron took off his suit and tie. Kayla looked at him and noticed it: he had no body hair at all. He had shaved his legs, his chest and his underarms.

That meant it was all working! It meant that he was now ready. Kayla waited until Ron was down to just his boxers and his T-shirt. Now it was time to act.

 

"Get on your knees" she said in a stern voice.

A month ago, before she began to reprogram Ron's mind, such a statement would have earned her a slap on the face (or worse). But now, she saw Ron quickly get on his knees in front of her! And better yet, his boxers immediately poked out in front, showing his total arousal from being ordered by her. It had all worked perfect!

Kayla had to suppress a smile. She had him now where she wanted him, and she was going to extract her revenge for all he had done to her in the years since they were married. He would have regretted the day that he decided to start cheating on her, except that she had such control of his mind now, that she was going to make him *like* being what she was about to turn him into.

"Stay!" said Kayla, pointing to Ron as if he was a dog.

She walked over to her dresser, and returned with a pair of lacy white panties, and a matching bra. She dropped them on the floor, one on either side of him.

"Put them on" she said firmly.

Without thinking, without protesting, Ron quickly grabbed them, and put them onto himself. He didn't hesitate even a bit. And instead of feeling strange or wrong, it felt *good*. Not only was he obeying his woman, but she was *allowing* him to be like a girl. This made him feel all the more aroused, and oh so happy.

Next, Kayla went to the closet where she had some special things she had bought for today. First, she handed Ron a corset. It was white, with steel reinforcements. She ordered him to put it on. It was uncomfortable, but it pinched his waist in, making it look like he had hips! She made him look in the mirror, and he gasped as he saw how it reshaped him.

The next thing Kayla gave him was a pair of D-cup sized breast forms. They were very realistic, even having nipples poking out in the front. Using a few drops of a special glue to hold them firmly in place, she inserted them into his pushup bra. The bra was low enough cut that it left the tops of his new 'boobs' exposed. With their perfect flesh color, which she had ordered to match his skin tone, they made it look like he truly was stacked.

"Put these on" said Kayla, now handing Ron a pack of white thigh-high nylons. They had four inches of lace at the top, and they made his legs look milky and smooth all the way down to his feet. She also had a garter belt for him to put on. It was six inches wide going around his waist, with the little straps dangling down to attach to the nylons. The garter belt covered the top of his panties, but triangle of fabric over his front was still visible.

"You look very pretty" said Kayla.

"Thank you!" said Ron in utter admiration of her, and appreciation for the high complement she had just given him! How good it felt to be told that he was pretty!

 

"Now try this on" said Kayla, as she returned from her next trip to the closet. Ron's eyes lit up when he saw what she had in her hands. It was a short, white petticoat, with layer after gorgeous layer of crinkly material. He stepped into it, and it poofed out almost 2 feet in all directions around him.

But the excitement of wearing the petticoat was nothing compared to what came next: Kayla handed him a black maid's uniform, with frilly white lace and trim. He almost cried for joy when he put it on. It had a low U-neck in the front, exposing the tops of his fake boobs. Below, the skirt really flared out, as the petticoat filled up the space underneath.

Ron was almost in a daze of bliss as Kayla put a blond wig on him. It was just like Terri's hair, back when he had served her. To be in a wig that made him look like Terri was just so tremendous that he felt like he might come in his panties at any moment.

Kayla put a maid's cap on his head, then handed him a pair of shoes with six inch heels.

"Put them on" she said.

Ron gladly stepped into them, closing the thin little straps around his ankles. They were in just the right size for him, and they made him feel so special, so sexy, so feminine!

Kayla told him to sit down at her vanity. Ron stared at himself in the mirror as she applied cosmetics to his face, making him look pretty. She put bright red polish on his nails, and had him hold his fingers out to dry as she went to work on his mascara and lastly his pink lipgloss.

"Stand in front of the mirror" she ordered, and he rushed over, as fast as he could manage in his new shoes. He couldn't remember wearing high heels before, but he could remember admiring them on his girlfriend's feet, or his mother's feet, when he was younger. Now he was in heels too! They felt so great to wear!

As he stared at himself in the mirror, Kayla walked up behind him. She had something white in her hand. Ron gasped as she wrapped it around his waist, then went to tie it up in the back. It was an apron, all frilly and lacy. It really stood out against the black of his maid's outfit. She tied it tight in the back, then walked around him, as if to inspect her work.

 

"You look very pretty, *Kelli*" she said, and Ron's heart just melted. He loved her so much! He wanted to serve her now, to show her just how much he did love her. But more than that, she had just called him by a girl's name! She had called him Kelli! At that moment, he felt completely feminine. And completely driven by his desire to serve his woman. Without being told to, he dropped down on his knees before her.

"I am yours Kayla" he said. "How may I serve you?"

"From now on" started Kayla, "you shall be my maid. I will allow you, for now, to go to work. You will pretend to be a man when you are in the office, but you will of course wear panties and a bra underneath your business suit."

"Yes Kayla, I will" he promised.

"You are only a maid, and you do not have the right to call me by my name!" she said. "From now on, when we are together, you will address me as Ms. Connor. I will address you as Kelli, or for more formal occasions, I may call you Mrs. Mitchell."

Mitchell was Kayla's maiden name. So Ron's formal name now would show that he had married her, and had taken *her* name. This of course was such a great compliment to him, that he felt a surge of happiness run through him. It showed his subservience to her so perfectly!

"I understand, Ms. Connor" he said.

"You will still for now, because I want you to" she continued. "You will change your payroll tomorrow, so that your check is deposited into *my* personal account, which you have no access too. Every dime you earn, will go to me, and you will have no control over it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ms. Connor! Thank you so much!" said a very happy Ron. It would be like the old days, when he made Terri happy, by working, and giving *her* his full paycheck. Ms. Connor was being so nice to him, allowing him to be happy like that!

"When you are at home, you are not my partner. You are not my lover. You are my *maid*. You will cook. You will clean. You will mop. You will dust. If I have guests over, you will serve them. You will do my grocery shopping. You will run errands for me. In time, once you have signed over all of your assets to me, I may have you quit work, so that you can spend 100% of your time serving me. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Connor. You are perfectly clear."

"Very good Kelli. Now go fetch the phone for me."

Ron scurried off, still walking gingerly in his heels. in time, he would learn to become proficient walking in heels. But he was still learning. There would be lots of time to learn.

 

He returned with the phone, and handed it to Kayla.

"Kelli, you are to make this call. Your business associate Roger? I want you to call him right now, and invite him over here."

"Certainly Ms. Connor" he said.

"As you know" said Kayla, "A woman needs a man. Roger looks to be very virile and strong. I want him over here right away, so that I can take him, and have him please me in bed. If you are a good girl, I may allow you to stay hidden in the closet, and watch us."

"Very good Ms. Connor" said Ron, as he was dialing Roger's number by memory. He told Roger that he needed to get over there right away. Roger said he'd arrive in half an hour.

"What can I do to prepare for Roger?" asked Ron.

"You can quickly vacuum the bedroom, and then change the sheets. Use the satin ones. Then you can go pull out the cart, and be ready to serve us drinks when he arrives."

 

Kayla smiled as Ron scrambled to obey her orders. He vacuumed the bedroom, although it didn't really need it. Then he changed the bed, using the satin sheets. Kayla watched as he went to the kitchen, and pulled out the cart they used as a bar when entertaining guests. Ron filled the ice bucket, and took clean glasses out from the kitchen cabinets.

Soon after, the doorbell rang.

"Go see our guest in" said Kayla.

Ron went to the door, and opened it for Roger.

"Roger is here to see you, Ms. Connor" he said, as she showed Roger in.

"Can I take your coat sir?"

Roger had a strange look on his face as he handed his coat to his boss, who was dressed up like a maid.

"What's going on?" he asked Kayla, as Ron carried the coat off to the closet.

"Just play along" she whispered to him.

"Roger, this is my maid, Kelli" said Kayla, when Ron returned.

"Hello" said Roger.

Ron nodded in reply.

"Kelli, our guest looks thirsty. See what kind of drink he wants."

"What can I get you to drink?" asked Ron.

"I'll take a vodka and tonic" said Roger, who was still stunned and confused at what he was seeing.

"With a lime?" asked Ron,

"Um, sure."

"And for you Ms. Connor?"

"I'll have a white wine, Kelli. Now go get our drinks. Be fast about it!"

"Yes Ms. Connor" said Ron, as he went over to the cart.

"Come, have a seat" said Kayla, pointing to the couch.

Roger sat down, and Kayla sat next to him, very close. Roger didn't know how to react as she crossed her legs, looking very sexy as she did. She put her arm around him as Ron returned with the drinks.

 

"Kelli? The mirror in the bathroom upstairs is frightfully messy. Go clean it, then check back here to see how we are doing on our drinks."

"Yes Ms. Connor" said Ron happily. He was getting to serve his woman! And she was telling him what to do! He was in heaven, as he went up the stairs to go clean the mirror.

 

"Do you mind telling me what is going on now?' said Roger.

"As you can see" said Kayla, "Ron is no longer what you would call 'a man'. He is my maid now, and he exists only to serve me. And that is why I had him call you over here."

"I still don't get it" said Roger.

"He is too weak now to run the company. That is why I've chosen you. You will be in charge of the company, to make sure things run smoothly. For all this week, Ron will go into work dressed as a man. He will teach you all you need to know to run things. After that, on the days he comes in, he will be your personal secretary, dressed in a skirt and heels. When he is a woman, you are to call him Kelli."

"But...." started Roger.

"In return, you get two things. First of all, you will be in charge of the company! And secondly, you get me."

"You?" said Roger.

"Yes, me. He's not a man anymore, so he will never share my bed again. But appear to be a hot young stud. You will come over here and make love to me, whenever I want it. Think of it as me having you on retainer. In return for controlling the company, you also get, shall we say, a fringe benefit?"

She laughed, and he laughed along nervously.

"Is this really okay with Ron?"

"Why don't you ask *Kelli*, when *she* returns?"

They both took deep drinks from their glasses. Soon, they were talking and laughing together. Kayla still had her arm around Roger, and was leaning onto his shoulder when Ron returned.

"The mirror is clean now Ms. Connor. Is there something else I can do for you now? How are your drinks?"

"Just fine Kelli" said Kayla. "But Roger has a question for you."

"Um, Kelli, how would you take it, if I were to go with Kayla up to her bedroom, so we could, um, be together?"

"That would be wonderful!" said Ron. "A woman needs a man. You're virile and strong. If she wants you, then I am very glad for you both."

"See?" said Kayla, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay" he replied. "We have a deal."

"Kelli?" said Kayla, "I have a chore for you. Will you excuse us a moment Roger? I need to show her something upstairs. Wait five minutes, then meet me in the bedroom."

"Sure" said Roger, as he took another sip of his drink. He could not believe this was happening to him.

 

Upstairs, Kayla hurried Ron into the closet in their bedroom. She told him to get on his knees, which he immediately did. Kayla pulled a white sock off the shelf, which she had placed there earlier.

"Now Kelli, you may only leave the door open a slight crack, so that you can see us on the bed. But we won't be able to see you. You must be as quiet as a mouse! You have to be certain that Roger cannot hear you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Connor" he replied.

"Very good Kelli. Now take this sock. As I make love to Roger, I want you to milk yourself. But be quiet! You ca lift up your skirt, and pull the front of your panties down. I want you to imagine that *you* are the woman on the bed. As he does things to me, I want you to imagine that it is *you* who he is doing it to. When he are done, and I sent him home, I will inspect your sock. It had better be wet and sticky from your milk. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Connor" he said.

"All right Kelli. I'm going now. Remember, be very quiet! You are a very good girl Kelli."

Kayla shut the door to the closet, leaving just a tiny crack open for Ron to see out of. She went to the radio, and turned on a smooth jazz station. Then she took off her skirt and her top. She slipped on her silky nightie after she removed her panties and bra.

"Here, you can hold these to your face and smell me, while you milk yourself" said Kayla, tossing the panties into the closet, then closing the door again to be open just a crack.

She ran into the master bathroom, and quickly washed up between her legs, so it would smell less down there. Then she returned to the bed room, and laid on the bed in a sexy pose, waiting for Roger to enter the room. And it was just in time.

A few moments later, he entered. Kayla smiled, and waived him with her finger to come closer. Roger dove in, and the foreplay began, as Ron started to 'milk' himself in the closet. He held his breath, trying to stay as quiet as a mouse, just like Ms. Connor had ordered. He felt so happy as he watched Roger mount her. He imagined that he was the woman laying on the bed, as Roger started to push himself in and out of her.

It wasn't long before Ron was successful in drawing the milk from himself, and into the sock. Ms.Connor would be so proud. He couldn't wait until she returned to the closet, so that she could give him some new orders. He was *so* eager to serve her, and to find some other way he could obey her, and please her.

 

As Kayla laid on her back, feeling Roger fill her up and bring her to orgasm, she loved the fact that she had a young stud now who was eager to please her. And better yet, her sleezeball husband thought he was a woman now, and was watching from the closet! He was her maid now, her personal slave.

He would have a future now of serving her, living only to please her. Soon, Roger would be running his company, just as she was running his life at home. Soon, he would gladly sign every penny of his assets over to her, and she'd be rich, while he would have *nothing*. If he ever did leave her, there wouldn't be a penny to his name. And he'd be eager to become a slave to the first woman who would have him.

Maybe when she tired of having him around, she'd find some poor woman, and give him away to serve her instead. But then she'd miss the fun! What better way to replay his infidelity to her, than what she was doing right now? He had just *approved* of Roger coming over to jump her bones, while he watched! She had turned him into an obedient slave, who felt like he was a woman.

Was the smile on her face from the pleasure that Roger was giving her now? Or was it from the power that she was exerting over Ron? Perhaps it was both, as she took her rightful place of power over both men. Roger would do whatever she told him now, because he got to run the company, and he got to make love with her whenever she wanted. And Ron was her total slave. It was very good to be the woman.

"Lets do it again, right now" said Kayla, right after Roger rolled off of her. "And this time, *I* get to be on top."

  

  

  

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