House Husband 4

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House Husband 4CHAPTER 1Sally had asked me quite out of the blue if I’d, “Ever had a Butt Plug stuck up my arse?” We were sitting in the garden at the time enjoying the weather and relaxing. It wasn’t the sort of question I was expecting, not that it would be the sort of question I would be expecting at any time I suppose. “Why on earth did you ask me that?” I asked. “Just to shake you out of your comfort zone, and to see your expression,” She replied. “Don’t you have any work to do? Is the washing finished?” “Yes to both, I said with a sigh, I’d better get on with it I suppose.” “Have you ever wondered what it’s like in my job?” She said “Not the work part, that’s quite easy when you get the hang of it, but what about what I have to wear?” “Not really” I said. “You always look smart and well turned out, blouses and skirts suit you, you look the part, a well dressed, beautiful, professional woman.” “It’s not as easy as it looks” she said. “The clothes are tight and figure hugging, that’s okay for a nine to fiver, but I work longer than that, and I do a lot of driving in those clothes, it’s a uniform really, a uniform that I have to keep smart, and I don’t get the chance to wear battle fatigues, I’m on parade all the time I’m out there. That’s why I like to dress down when I’m at home.” “Come upstairs,” Sally said, the work can wait a few minutes, “I want you to try something” Sally, suddenly seemed to cheer up, the dark cloud was lifting, and by the time we’d reached the bedroom she was smiling all over her face. “You sir” She said are going to try on some of my work clothes, not the frilly stuff that you love to wear, not the chiffon, not the satin, not even the nylon, just the clothes that millions of women wear in their everyday lives, and think nothing of it” “Right Sal said, get all your clothes off, everything!” “Size is going to be difficult,” she said, “You’re bigger than me, and you do have a dick, I’ll have to make allowances for those I suppose.” Sal opened a drawer. It was full of cotton panties, a few rather plain looking bra’s and suspender belts, packets of stockings and tights, and some cotton camisoles with lace yokes. All of them were very pale pastel shades, to look at one individually you would say, “White” A camisole, a pair of stockings, suspender belt and a pair of panties were laid out on the bed. Sal was deep in thought, as though she was working out what her own wardrobe for the day would be. I just stood quietly by and waited, my cock half interested, but not raring to go as it were. “Okay, here we go,” Sal said. “Put the suspender belt on, then the stockings.” I was getting quite hard now, this was more like it I thought with a smile. I pulled the stockings slowly up each leg, and smoothed them out, sliding my hands up from the ankles to the thighs. They felt a bit thicker than the other ones Sally wore I thought, something to do with “Denier” I think. “Come on, come on,” Sally said impatiently, “We don’t have all day, and you have work to do” I attached the stockings to the suspender belt, fumbling a bit because Sal was rushing me, but I got them all done up in the end. Sal.’ tut tutted, undid one and took the twist out of it. Four straps on each side, I thought of Mrs T, these were much nicer than hers. Sally knelt before me, I had a stonking great hard on, and I thought “Here come those lips” I didn’t get them, what I got was a hard smack on the dick, and a “Down Boy! You have work to do.” “Panties next,” she said, “Lift your feet, one at a time!!” She giggled. The panties didn’t fit, I was too big in the waist, and they were very brief, they certainly wouldn’t have suited me. Being a man, I knew deep down that no ladies underwear would really suit me, but I tried to do the best I could. For me, it is much more about the feel of the clothes than the looks, it’s just for sexy fun, a fun fetish which we both Escort bodrum enjoyed. I wondered why Sally wasn’t shocked when she found out about my fun fetish. I never suspected that she knew, but I guess that she must have, or at least strongly suspected. I’d ask her one day I thought. “It’s your lucky day,” Sal said with a grin. “Normally I’d wear tights’ at work, unless it was a short drive, or I really wanted to impress, so you get to wear stockings, and you’ll also get to wear some of my satin Cami knickers, the cotton ones are too small for you, or I should say, your cock is too big for them?” she laughed. I put the cami top on, it was cotton, fitted well, and the lace was pretty. The satin knickers (Which I knew well) fitted well, there was room for my cock, the waistband wasn’t too tight and the lace hems were crisp with the slight roughness that some lace has. I stood at the dressing table mirror, to see what I looked like. Nylon stockings, suspender belt, satin panties and a cami top. It all felt quite comfortable I thought, and I stroked myself through the panties, that felt nice. My other hand ran up and down my nylon clad thigh and over the suspender belt straps, I shuddered. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll give you another slap, and I’ll find some extra work for you to do,” Sal said with mock seriousness. “Now, this is where things change,” Sally said. “The outer clothes, they’re the ones that hold things in place, and stop things wobbling. There’s little stretch in my outer clothes, so they have to fit well, but leave room for movement. After many hours, all I want to do is get out of them, I guess men are the same with their clothes. I’ve got a cotton blouse for you, not one of my work ones, but the effect will be the same. “It’s new, and I bought it just for you, or me if you don’t like it,” Sally said, “But you WILL be wearing it for the next few hours whatever.” “I’ll get it, I know how often you’re in my wardrobe, so I expect you’ve already seen it, even if you haven’t noticed it, you little pervert you!” Sally bought out this Victorian style blouse, it was white, long puffball sleeves, about ten buttons up the back, and a high tight throat collar with a thin lace trim. There were three buttons on each cuff and a little lace that matched that around the throat. Except for the sleeves there was little fancy about this blouse, and the fabric reminded me of cotton bed sheets. “Put it on, I‘ll button you up, would you like a corset?” Sal said with a giggle, “A Victorian lady would have worn one.” “ No thanks” I replied, “I think this will be tight enough as it is.” I slipped it on, it was strange, It was like putting a shirt on back to front, and I couldn’t have done it up without the assistance of Sally. In a couple of minutes she had me buttoned up to the highest button on the collar and had done the sleeves up as well. “How does it feel,” Sal asked, “Tight, very tight I replied” Sal said “Good, now for the skirt, I’ll get it” This was one of hers, a very tight pencil skirt, black with a belt with a little gold buckle attached. It was a nice skirt I thought, good quality, and was lined with a silky nylon fabric which had little give in it. Sally placed it on the floor, and I stepped into it. She raised it to my waist, tucked the blouse in, and hooked the hooks and eyes together, “Now to zip it up,” She said, “I’ll do it slowly, then if it won’t go, we can change it for another.” The zip went up easily, and there was a wonderful feeling as it did, from comparative freedom to firm restriction, in a second or two. The feeling of that zip as it zipped as Sal did the skirt up was, I found, very erotic. I was more used to unzipping ladies clothes than zipping them up. It was a strange sensation, and my cock throbbed, but didn’t have anywhere to expand into. “Very nearly done,” Sal said. Escort Kuşadası “I’ve bought a white apron, and a mop cap, both cotton, you can put them on now, then I’ll place a cameo broach at your throat.” The apron was small, and more decorative than anything, well starched, and with a white lace trim, the mop cap matched it. The broach was genuinely very old, it had been her Grand Mothers, she’d bought it in Italy between the wars. It showed the bust of a woman etched in pink and white, and it was mounted in gold.CHAPTER 2“Right” Sally said, now you have work to do, get on with it, chop chop!” “You want me to work in this? It’s too tight!” “Not too tight for a woman, now get on with the ironing, and cleaning,” she laughed I want all the bedding hung out in the garden, and the nighties and the all the frillies, everything mind!” she said, and you will stay dressed as you are all the time. I’m going to read in the garden again, you can bring me a drink, then get on with your work.” She said, “And you can call me, “Mistress”. I took Sally out a drink, then got on with my housework. I made the beds, did the washing up. There really wasn’t a lot to do, but I felt constrained by the clothes I was wearing, and it made the chores much harder. I put the washing in the drier, big mistake! Sal came storming in, what did I say? What did I tell you to do? Are you deaf, stupid or both?” Both Mistress.” I said. “That’s right! You are both deaf AND stupid, didn’t I tell you that I wanted the washing hung outside on the line?” “Yes Mistress, I’m sorry, I forgot” “No you didn’t forget! You wanted to avoid the extra work, and afraid that a neighbour might see you, I know your type, lazy, stupid and shy” Now, put something decent on your feet, wear my pink high heel mules, they’re in the bedroom, when you’ve done all that, and the jobs are finished bring me a pot of tea, for two, use the best china, and bring it out on a tray. I might have company for tea later.” Yes Mistress, I said, gave a little curtsy and went indoors. I couldn’t make up my mind if this was fun or not, Sally was a good actress, and I couldn’t decide if she was serious or not. I decided to play along, for a while, but there was no way I was going to answer the front door dressed up like this. I fetched the mules, and put them on down stairs, then got the washing out of the drier, heaped it into the basket, along with the pegs. I had a look outside, no one appeared to be in their gardens, so I wiggled out in my mules, trying not to break an ankle, and hung the washing out. I had to reach up to reach the line, Sal was watching me closely while pretending to read her book. “Come here, you’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?” Thank you mistress,” I replied, “But you’re still stupid, lazy and shy aren’t you?” “Yes Mistress,” Now come a little closer, put the basket down, and stand here beside me.” “Yes mistress,” I said again. Sal’ ran a hand up my thigh, “Nice” she said then she started to grope me, she slid her hand up my skirt, touched my stocking tops, which she could only just reach because she was sitting down. “Do you like that?” “Oh yes Mistress” I replied. “Are you getting hard?” “Yes Mistress, well, I want to but there isn’t any room.” Sally said, “So, let me get this right, you’re wearing stockings, a suspender belt, a cami, satin knickers, a tight white blouse, (Which you’ve soiled by the way) a tight black skirt, a starched pinny, a mop cap AND my high heeled mules, and you don’t have an erection?” Yes Mistress, er…. No Mistress.” “Good!” Sally said, I think that proves my point about women’s working clothes, now hang up the rest of the washing, then bring me that pot of tea, good and strong, and fill the pot up, and bring a jug of boiling water as well.” I finished hanging out the clothes, I heard a loud laugh from somewhere, god knows bodrum escort where, Not a close neighbour, or even a distant one who had spotted me I hoped. I went and made the tea, two cups and saucers, a bowl of sugar, a little jug of milk and the hot water and the pot of tea, as an after thought I put a plate of biscuits on the silver tray as well. “Thank you Mildred,” Sally said, Mildred! I thought, “Bloody Hell!!” “You may pour the tea Mildred, and join me, and take those Mules off, the game is over!”CHAPTER 3“Phew, thank God, can I go up and change now?” “Of course you can, but I’ll bring the tea in, and we can sit and chat first if you like. There won’t be any visitors by the way.” We went indoors, I drank the tea, and said that, “I really must get these clothes off, and change into something more comfortable.” “I’ll be up in a couple of minutes,” Sally said, you’ll need a hand to get out of all those clothes, especially that blouse. Just sit on the bed, I’ll coming up now she said, as I sat on the edge of the bed. Sally sat down beside me and put her hand on my nylon clad knee, and slid it up the inside of my thigh almost to the stocking top, I closed my legs, Oh No Mistress you mustn’t do that, I’m a good girl. I hadn’t expected this, and I don’t think Sally had planned it more than a couple of minutes ago, but the penny dropped very quickly. “You’re very pretty” Sally whispered “You do want to take those clothes off don’t you?” “Well yes mistress, they’re very tight, but I’d rather do it alone, I’m a shy girl, and no one’s ever undressed me before” “Come Come, I’ll help, I’ll do those buttons for you. Turn your back to me, there you are, nothing to be scared about is there?” “No mistress” I said, continuing the rollplay. Sally undid the top two buttons, kissed the back of my neck, and slid her hands around to the front of the blouse. “It’s a lovely blouse,” she said, “I love the feel of it,” She said as she stroked the material that covered my chest, “And those sleeves! They look lovely and comfortable” she whispered in my ear, sliding her hands up and down the sleeves, let me undo the cuffs, I’m sure you have such pretty wrists.” She undid the cuffs with some feigned reluctance from me, “Beautiful, I’ll undo the back now shall I? “Yes please mistress,” I said coyly, and with a big grin. This was fun! I was getting a huge erection it was throbbing, painfully, constricted as it was, under the tight black skirt. She undid all the back buttons and pulled the blouse wide open and pushed me forward and kissed my spine, one bone at a time, until she reached the cotton cami and pulled that up at the back as well then continued kissing up my spine, and then started nibbling my ear. Things changed, she pulled me back onto the bed, my feet still on the floor, and grabbed the hem of the skirt, trying to push it up. It didn’t go up very far, so she slid her hand up there, trying to get her hand up the skirt as far as it would go. She reached a stocking top, tried tugging at that, trying to tear the fabric, it wouldn’t tear, so she tried to reach my panties, but couldn’t reach them. I was laying on the bed pretending to struggle, saying things like “Please Mistress don’t do that!” and “Please Mistress stop!” I was off balance, and lifted both my legs in the air, I’d slid across the bed in the struggle, and head was almost touching the floor. I felt Sally grab the hem on each side and try and push the skirt up my body to the waist. The skirt went up so far, but no further than the knees, the lining had slipped up further, and I could feel the stiff nylon rubbing against my satin clad cock. “No more Mistress,” I screamed, “My cock is really hurting, the skirt won’t go up any further, you’ll have to undo it and pull it down, I’m serious!” Get back on the bed, she screamed, feet back on the floor, I want that fucking skirt off.” Sally actually pulled me back over the bed, pulling me back by the ankles. When I was draped over the bed, feet on the floor, she tried to undo the hooks and eyes, and couldn’t, the waist and zip were twisted out of shape in the rumpled material. “Stand up,” Sal said, and she helped me to my feet.

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