When I walked into the bedroom Angie was sitting at her makeup table brushing her hair. When she saw me she asked. "There you are love did you get every thing taken care of?" I went to her kissed her lightly on the lips before saying. "All done do you want to go out to eat tonight?" "How about we order in. I thing I just want to relax in front of the TV with my favorite girlfriend." She told me as her hand came up and caressed my butt cheek. That is just what we did. As soon as I woke up Valentines Day morning I went to get out of bed but Angie stopped me and pulled me into her arms. We wished each other Happy Valentines Day, which we had done several times the night before just after midnight. Believe me I wasn't complaining and from what I could see neither was Angie. After we hugged and kissed for several minutes I eased myself out of her arms and said. "I have a surprise for you so don't get out of bed till I come back." "Okay sweetie but how long are you going to be. Mother Nature is calling?" She asked as I got off the bed. "It may take awhile probable forty five minutes to an hour." I told her. Angie looked at me as if I had lost my mind then said. "I hope you don't mind if I pee. I doubt I can last that long." I told her to go ahead but please get back into bed before I come back. I heard Angie giggle as I left the room. I had planed this out all week. I had put some makeup in the spare bedroom to use and the night before I put in a pair of red stiletto heeled sling backs. I had every thing I needed to transform myself into the perfect French maid. I had glued on my breast forms the night before and I had also put on press on nails so I could have really long finger nails. I had painted my nails a bright red that I had hoped would go with the red maid's uniform. My toenails were also painted the same bright red as I knew she would be able to see my toes through the stockings and the heels. It took me five minutes in the shower plus five minutes giving myself an enema. It took me another five minutes with my makeup and about ten minutes to get dressed. I had to take the corset off twice and retighten the laces before it was tight enough. Once I was dressed I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was really hot. I looked good in the store but now I had makeup on and my breasts were in place I looked perfect. Once I had check myself out in the mirror I put the little cap on my head and grabbed the case with the tennis bracelet before leaving the room to go downstairs. It took me about twenty minutes to make Angie's breakfast and while I was cooking I also munched on this and that. It had taken me about an hour between the time I left the bedroom and when I walked back in carrying the tray with Angie's breakfast. A small brass bell and the case with the bracelet were also on the tray. As I came in carrying the tray the look on Angie's face was priceless. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth hung open like she was trying to catch flies. I tried faking a French accent as I said, "Good morning Madam I hoped you slept well. Your breakfast is ready." I could see not only did Angie pee but she also showered and put on makeup. She was now wearing a new red nightgown that was so see through it left very little to the imagination. She sat on the bed and watched my every move in stunned silence as I placed the tray over her lap. When Angie could find her tongue she said. "My god Jackie you look fantastic. Where did you get that outfit?" I stepped back and did a pirouette and said, "Do you like my new uniform? Mister Jack bought it for me and said I am to wear it all day and be at you beck and call. He also bought you a present to honor this wonderful day." I told her as I pointed to the velvet covered box on the tray. Angie picked up the box and opened it. I could see she was quite happy with the bracelet and she said. "Mister Jack is a wonderful man. He's given me two wonderful presents. A French maid and a beautiful bracelet, to bad he isn't here to receive his present." "Mister Jack said he will be back on Monday but I am to keep you company until his return." I told her with a curtsey. Angie giggled at my curtsey before saying. "Well I'm going to make sure I give Mister Jack a very big present when he returns." "I'm sure that is not necessary, for Mister Jack loves you very much and your love is all he asks of you. Now please eat as it will turn cold." I told her. The love I saw in Angie's eye was more than I would ever need. While Angie ate her breakfast I went around the room picking up any loose items that needed to be put away. I also picked any clothes and put then in the hamper. I would wash them later when I had time. While I cleaned up I could feel Angie's eye on me the whole time. Each time I looked back at her she was looking at me as if her gaze never wavered. Seeing she was watching me so intently I made sure to do things that she could watch. I made sure to bend in such away that the tops of my stockings and at times my panties could be seen. When the bedroom was clean I went into the bathroom. I was only in it for a few seconds when I heard the small bell give a small ring. I quickly ran on tip toes back to the bedroom. I curtsied and asked. "Does Madam wish something of me?" Angie looked surprised and quickly put the bell back on the breakfast tray and said. "I'm sorry I was just wondering what the bell was for." "The bell is to summon me Madam. Just give it a gentle ring and I will come quickly. Is madam done with breakfast?" I asked. "Not yet sweetie." Angie told me as she picked up her toast. I went back into the bathroom and started cleaning. I had just about had the bathroom cleaned when I heard the bell ring once more before I heard it hit the tray. Again I ran on tip toes into the bedroom. I curtsied and asked. "Yes Madam what is it you wish?" "Um you can take the tray now." She told me. As I reached to take the tray her hands came up in a flash and she snatched the velvet box and the bell off the tray. When she had the box and the bell clutched to her chest she looked like a little girl who was ready to scream "Mine". The velvet box really didn't mean that much as the bracelet was all ready on her wrist. The bell I would learn she would cherish. Once I had the tray in hand I asked. "Does Madam wish for me to draw her a bubble bath?" "No I think I'll change and go down and read the paper." She told me. I place the tray on the floor and helped Angie to stand. She then went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of burgundy pajamas. I guess she figured the see through nightgown was wasted on a French maid. Angie went into her closet to change, which was unusual for her, as she never thought twice about changing in front of me. While she was in her closet I stripped and remade the bed. I then got the heart shaped box of candy from my closet and placed it on the center of the bed near the pillows. Just as I placed the candy box on the bed Angie came out of her closet. She spotted the box instantly and went to the bed and picked it up. "Jack you are a wonderful man. How did I get so lucky in finding you?" She said to herself as if I wasn't in the room. Angie took the box of candy and turned toward me and said. "I'll be in the living room, when you're finished in here, I think that room could use a good cleaning." She sounded stern but the smile on her lips told me she was playing her part. I was pretty much finished in the bedroom except for picking up the dirty bed linen and putting it down the laundry chute. I then took the breakfast tray down to the kitchen and cleaned up in there before going into the living room where Angie was waiting for me. When I entered the room Angie was sitting on the sofa and she was reading the morning news paper. This was something she did every Saturday morning when we were at home. Now that she was a full partner she said we would have a lot more free weekends. She now had three associate lawyers to do the work she and I did. On the coffee table near the part of the news paper Angie wasn't reading was a feather duster. I never seen it before and didn't even know there was one in the house. Angie nodded her head toward the duster and said. "I think this room could use a good dusting." I picked up the duster and started dusting the tables. After I had dusted all the tables I was working on a shelving unit when I saw a flash of light out of the side of my eye. When I turned toward the source of the light a second light flashed before my eyes. The flash came from a camera Angie was holding. She giggled and said, "I just had to record this honey. I may never have a French maid again and I want to save a small part of it." For the next half hour Angie took picture after picture of me in my maid's uniform. She had me pose in different ways that would show my face or my stockings or my panties. I could tell she was quite excited. Just when Angie decided she had enough pictures the door bell rang. I looked at Angie, as I didn't want to answer it in the outfit I was wearing. But Angie smiled her wicked smile and said. "What are you waiting for, answer the door." "What if it's someone we know," I asked in a whine. We both knew there was a slim chance seeing we very rarely get company. So Angie said. "You wanted to be the pretty French maid and the maid answer the door. But look though the peephole first and if it's some one that might recognize you then tell me and I'll answer it." She had cut me some slack but not as much as I had hoped. When I got to the door and looked out the peephole I saw it was the flower delivery man holding a large bouquet of red roses. Definitely not someone we knew or someone who could recognize me. I knew I had little choice but to open the door. When I open the door I saw there was a second bouquet sitting on the ground in front of the door. When the man saw me his smile went from ear to ear. "You sure did it up right lady. No wonder your man bought you so many flowers." He told me with a leering look in his eyes." He handed me a clip board and told me to sign on two lines. After taking back his clip board he handed me the bouquet he was holding and then picked up the second bouquet and handed that one to me as he said. "If I could get my old lady to dress like you I'd buy her a couple dozen roses too." I though if he wasn't such a jerk she just might. Of course I didn't voice my opinion After closing the door with my heel, as my arms held both bouquets I wonder whom the other one was from. I know I had ordered the one with twenty four long stem red roses. The other bouquet also contained twenty four long stem roses but in different colors. It was really quite beautiful and I don't mind saying I was jealous someone would send flowers to Angie on Valentines Day. As I walked into the living room with the flowers Angie stood and said. "What beautiful flowers I wonder who they're from and who they're for." As I set the flowers down on the coffee table Angie took the card from the one with the red roses and read it a loud. "To the love of my life and the woman that changed my world. Angie I love you with all my heart, Love Jack." I could see a tear come to Angie's eye as she read the card. She blinked it away and said. "Jack is such a wonderful man. He has given me four wonderful presents for Valentine's Day. A beautiful diamond bracelet a huge box of chocolates two dozen long stem red roses and my very own French maid for the day. How can you not love a man like Jack? You know I may have to ask him to marry one day. If I don't someone might steal him away from me." I was shocked she would mention marriage. The subject had never been discussed. Oh I've thought about it often but I was afraid to bring it up, as I feared it would push Angie away. I was quite content to live together until she tired of me. Keeping with the scenario I had started earlier in the day I said. "I don't think Mister Jack could be stolen from you Madam. I believe he will love you always." "I hope your right Jackie I truly hope you are right. Now let's see who these other flowers are for." She told me as she reached for the card on the other bouquet. Angie opened the card and said, "They're for you honey." She said before she read the card. "To my very best girlfriend on her first Valentine's Day as a girl. With all my love Angie." I was actually quite thrill to get flowers from Angie. "Thank you so much Madam I loved them" I told her as I went to hug her. Angie put up her hands to stop me and said. "For a maid you are getting too familiar, I think it's time you returned to your duties. Please take the flowers and put them on the dinning room table then go start the laundry. I will ring if I need you. You're dismissed." I felt rejected being dismissed like that but that was the role I was playing wasn't it. I took the flowers into the dinning room and place them neatly on the table. I then went into the laundry and started a load of towels. Just as I got the washer going I heard the bell give a ring. As I had been doing, I ran on tip toes back to the living room. I curtsied and asked what Madam wished. Without taking her eyes off the paper she pointed toward her cup and asked for a refill. After refilling her coffee cup I went back to my chores. A few minutes later the bell was rung again. She wanted me to polish the furniture as she said she saw finger prints. I was starting to think I had created a monster. I was being called back to the living room every few minutes after I left. I was then made to do some task that she wanted. Angie seemed to enjoy this quite a bit. I was sure she was getting a thrill from seeing me curtsey and from making me do things. I was also sure she liked seeing me prance around in my maid's uniform. I had made her lunch at one in the after noon and after I had cleared the dishes she rung the bell. When I came in to the living room Angie was standing. She was holding her arms in front of her, as if she was holding her tummy like she was sick but her face didn't show any signs she was ill. In fact what I saw on her face was quite the opposite. Next Previous Part: 1 2 3 4 ? Click here for a bio and to find more submissions by Scribler. ? Send instant anonymous feedback to the author. ? Tell a friend about this story, click here. ? Report problems with this story, click here. ? Share this story with others. CloseSocial WebLink del.icio.us Furl Yahoo! My Web Google Bookmarks BlinkList ma.gnolia Windows Live Digg Netscape StumbleUpon Technorati Newsvine reddit Tailrank Link to This Story Use the address below to place a link to this story: http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=290465 Or copy and paste this source code anywhere you like it (your blog etc.) Literotica: Transsexuals & Crossdressers: Jackie Pt. 03 Home|Stories|Webcams|Forum|Adult Store All contents c Copyright 1998-2009. Literotica is a trademark. No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission. Tricked Into Tranny Sex STRAIGHT MEN ARE FOOLED BY VERY SEXY TRANSSEXUALS FREE PREVIEW trannysurprise.com XXX Transsexual Movies TRANSGENDER EROTIC ADULT MOVIES 20,000+ PAY PER MINUTE TITLES SEARCHABLE CATEGORIES www.literoticavod.com index : Transsexuals & Crossdressers : Jackie Pt. 03 Jackie Pt. 03 by Scriblerc After I curtsied and asked what was her wish she said. "I wish to have you kneeing in front of me." I thought this was a little odd but I saw no harm in it so I went to her and knelt down before looking up. Angie looked down at me and said. "Yes that's just where I want you." A moment later Angie moved her arms and as if by magic her cock appeared before me. Angie had put on her strap on harness when she got changed from the night gown to her pajamas. Once in the living room and when the time was right she put the dildo into its holder and held it close to her tummy to keep it out of sight. When she moved her hands it popped down to a vertical position right in front of my face. At the same time it must have found its way inside Angie as she sighed and shivered slightly. She next grabbed the dildo in her right hand and my head in her left as she said. "Madam wishes for her French slut maid to suck her fat cock." This was an odd request. In the four months Angie and I had been together she had never asked me to suck on her dildo. Looking back I guess it was rather odd I was never in this position before but it really never came up. I can't say I never thought it wouldn't happen seeing the kind of relationship we had but since Angie never asked I didn't bring it up. I really thought since she wouldn't get any pleasure from the act she wasn't interested. Before I could react I felt the tip of her dildo on my lips as Angie tried to pull my head closer. Angie was being very gentle with me but there was persistence in the way her hand clasped my head and the way the tip of her dildo pushed at my lips. By this point in our relationship I would never refuse Angie anything she wanted, I knew in my heart I wouldn't refuse her this. I opened my lips and the next instant Angie dildo pushed into my mouth. The second my lips sealed around her dildo Angie shivered and said in a sigh, "God I've wanted you red lips wrapped around my cock for so long. You look so pretty with my cock sticking out of your mouth." I couldn't answer her, as my mouth was quite full. In fact I couldn't see how any one could suck a cock as big as the one I had in my mouth. But for some reason I was getting turned on. My cock started to swell in my panties and thankfully I didn't put on a gaff that day. My cock was able to work its way out from between my legs and swell to its full five inches. In a few minutes I started getting use to having her dildo in my mouth and soon I was taking in more of her cock. I started feeling it touch the back of my throat and this caused me to gag slightly. Once I got used to the cock I started sucking on my own and often I would look down to see how much I was getting in my mouth. When I did this Angie would say, "Look at me baby let me see your eyes while I fuck you face. I want to see your red lips and pretty blue eyes." When I felt I was doing a good job Angie started rocking her hips to my tempo but she also started pushing in more than I was willing to take. Before too long I felt the head of the dildo try to pierce my throat. I gagged violently and tried to pull away. Angie grabbed my head and said. "Easy bitch. Just relax and we'll get it all in." Angie continued to push at my throat till I felt the head pop in. I gagged again and this time I felt like I was going to vomit. Thankfully Angie back off to let me breathe. But as soon as I got my stomach under control she pushed in again this time even more of the shaft slid into my throat. She kept this up till I had the entire dildo in my mouth and throat. Being this close to the butt end of the dildo I could smell Angie's aroma wafting up from her pussy. This told me Angie was very turned on though I wasn't sure why. She couldn't be getting much if any pleasure from what I was doing. After she fucked my throat for a good ten minutes or so she pulled her cock from my mouth and said. "Okay bitch on your hands and knees and your pussy up where I can get at it. This was not a position I was use to. Angie had fucked me from the back often, in fact several times a week for the last four months. What I wasn't use to was having it happen in the living room. Except for some intimate play in front of the TV in the TV room we usually confined our sexual play to the bedroom. I wasn't about to refuse Angie and I had a feeling she would not be denied. I turned away from her and offered up my bottom to her. I felt Angie's hands on my backside as she said. "I can't tell you how pretty you look right now. With your red panties staring me in my face and red garters holding up your red stockings. You were made to dress like this and you were made to fuck." When she said the word fuck she pushed her cock into me. There was no tongue fucking to get me wet and there was no finger fucking to open me. This time she just pushed the head of her cock into me with out foreplay. It was the first time I ever felt any pain. In fact I thought I was lucky it didn't ever hurt me. This time though, it hurt as Angie shoved her cock into me. There was a sharp pain that made me yip as I tried to pull away. Angie grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to her cock as she said. "That's what you get for acting like a slut missy." Angie started fucking me in earnest and at first there was absolutely no pleasure in the act for me. I was barely able to stand the rough treatment as Angie pounded her cock in and out of me over and over again. Slowly her cock started feeling better and soon I was moaning like I did whenever Angie rode my ass. As soon as I started moaning Angie started slapping my ass cheeks in time with her trusts. I wasn't too thrilled with that either but even that started to feel good. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying being slapped as I was being fucked. As Angie rode my ass she called me names like bitch, whore and slut. She called me a French whore over and over as she pounded her cock into me. She slapped my ass to punctuate every name. I know she had several orgasms. By this time I knew went she squealed just so and then she would shake like she was getting shocked she was having an orgasm. She had several while she was fucking me and they seemed more intense that what she normally had. After I counted five different orgasms Angie pulled her cock out of me and pushed me which caused me to lose my balanced and land on my side. I was sure she was now going to fuck me in the missionary position so she could stroke my cock and let me cum. At least that's the way we always ended it before. This time though, she did it differently. She sat back on her heels to catch her breath. As I lay there catching my breath I watched Angie twisted the dildo till it came free of the harness then she tossed it to me and said. "Wash that and bring it back, I'm sure I'll be using it again real soon." Angie was right she did use the dildo again and quite often. It seemed like every hour or so I would hear the bell ring. Every other time I would have to give my service either orally or offer my bottom. Orally meant either sucking her cock till I was quite use to it going down my throat or I would have to lick her pussy till my tongue became tired and her clit became sensitive. I even had a hard time getting dinner ready as I was call back three times to give my services. She was positively insatiable. You're probably thinking I learned to hate the sound of that bell, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I learned to love the sound as it meant Angie needed or wanted me. I loved her so much that her need for me was all I needed. To feel wanted was all any of us really want. But also my need for sexual satisfaction was fueling my desire. My cock had become hard the first time Angie made me suck her cock. Its hardness didn't diminish the rest of that day. By the time dinner was ready my panties were practically dripping wet from all the pre-cum my cock was producing. Having my cock held by the wet slick panties felt good to me. I couldn't eat dinner with her as she said the domestic help had no place at the table with they're employers. After dinner Angie took a bubble bath and while she was in the tub I had to wash her body. She even had me rub her pussy till she came. At around one in the morning Angie told me she was done with my services. We went upstairs to where I assumed we would be going to bed. Instead Angie walked me down the hall and steered me into the spare bedroom where I had gotten dressed early that morning. Once in the room she unzipped my uniform and helped me out of it. When the uniform dress was hanging in the closet she pulled down the covers on the bed and told me to lie down. I had no idea what was coming next. We never made love in any bed other than our bedroom. As I had done all day I bowed to her wishes and lay down on the bed. Angie straddled my waist and bent over and kissed me. Her hands took mine and raised them above my head. While her lips continued to kiss me I felt something tighten around my wrist. In an instant I knew she had hand cuffed me to the bed. At first I was a little frighten then I reasoned it was Angie and she wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Once my hands were secured above my head Angie got off me and pulled the coverlet up to my chin and said. "Good night honey I've had a wonderful time today. You've made this Valentine's very memorable." She then kissed my forehead and exited the room. Before she did she turned off the lights. I lay there in the dark thinking this was a joke. I mean she really didn't intend to leave me all night handcuffed to the bed. What if I had to go to the bathroom or what if there was a fire? I lay there for god only knows how long thinking she would be back any second. After what seemed like an eternity I was reasonably sure she wasn't coming back. At least not till morning. At first I was scared then I was mad, but mostly I was horny. I mean I had serviced her sexual needs for all most twelve hours and not once did she reciprocate. Not once did she allow me the pleasure of an orgasm. She treated me like a paid whore. It took me a while before I came to the conclusion that was exactly what I was. I dressed as a maid, which made me a paid servant. I served her needs. Though they were sexual in nature they were her needs and I did my best to service them. Strangely it all made sense in the wee hours. Then again I could have been delusional. Why wouldn't I be delusional, I was exhausted plain and simple. I had worked harder in one day then I had probably worked in the last six months combined. I had been used misused and abused the entire day and for some strange reason I liked it. To top that off I was frustrated sexually. My cock has been hard pretty much the entire day and I've been used sexually like a play toy. All these things kept going over in my head for I don't know how long. It could have been an hour or it could have been three hours. I don't know. There was no clock in the room and I couldn't see my watch. I lay in that strange bed still wearing the corset panties and heels I wore all day. But yet I couldn't go to sleep until finally, exhaustion took over. When I awoke the light in the room surprised me. I thought I had only closed my eye for a few seconds before I open them again. Day light was streaming into the bedroom from the window. I was confused about where I was. It wasn't the bedroom I shared with Angie. When I rolled over toward the closet and I saw the red maid's uniform dress hanging in the closet I remember where I was and how I got there. It was at the same time I realized my hands were no longer handcuffed to the bed. When I pulled back the covers I saw that my heels had been removed though I still wore the corset stockings and panties from the day before. With an urgent need to pee I when to get up. It seemed like every joint in my body protested the movement. Even my feet ached as I pressed them flat to the floor. When I went into the bathroom I saw there was a clean nightgown and matching panties waiting on the bathroom vanity. I quickly realized Angie had come into the room some time earlier and set this all up. I pee and in doing so I had hoped my erection would subside. It had been hard for so long it was really painful. Unfortunately it did not subside after emptying my bladder. I took a shower and thought for only a second about bringing myself off. Then I thought, surely Angie would be willing to relieve my aroused state. I mean she had never refused before, well until yesterday that is. I was hoping my domestic duties were behind me. After putting on the nightgown and the panties I fixed my hair and put on some makeup. I then went down the hall to the bedroom Angie and I shared. When I walked into the bedroom I was taken aback by what I saw. Angie had closed the heavy drapes we had on our windows. That and with the aid of room darkening shades pretty much shut out all the sunlight that tried to penetrate the room. But the room wasn't completely dark. There were at least thirty lit candles surrounding the bed like a religious shrine. The bed had been made with a red satin comforter and there were rose petals scattered about the surface of the bed. As I stood in the doorway admiring the room's romantic beauty I felt Angie's arms encircle my waist. I felt her breasts with her permanently hard nipples pressing into my back. I also felt her lips nibble on my ear before she asked, "Are you mad at me?" I turned in her arms and slid my arms around her waist and asked. "How could I possible be mad at you?" Angie giggled and said. "Because I sexually abused you for my own pleasure. I treated you like dirt and I hand cuffed you to the bed last night." I had been mad at her the night before but now with her arms surrounding me I wasn't even the slightest bit upset with her. "No love I'm not mad or even upset. I became your maid and you treated me like one. As long as you enjoyed the day then I couldn't be happier." I told her. Angie kissed me passionately before saying. "You are a wonderful, wonderful lover. I can't tell you how worried I was thinking you were going to be mad at me because I went way over board. I kept waiting for you to say enough but you never did. I think that fuel my lust to push things even further." "So you're saying it was all my fault then?" I asked. Angie blushed deeply before saying. "Of course it wasn't your fault. I should control myself better but seeing you in that maid's uniform really turned me on. Just thinking about you prancing around in that tiny skirt with the tops of your stockings showing is making my pussy wet." We kissed for a few minutes before Angie asked, "Would you like me to make you lunch or should we take care of you other problem? You know the one that has been poking me for the last ten minutes." I looked quickly at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was past two in the afternoon. I was very hungry seeing I only munched the entire day before, but my other need far out weighed my need for food. "I think I could wait for lunch till later. Maybe we'll just have dinner instead." I told her. Angie giggled and pulled me over to the bed. As she pulled me down on the bed Angie said. "Happy first Valentines Day Jackie." I reminded her that Valentines Day was the day before to which she said, "Mine was yesterday yours is today. I hope I can make yours as wonderful as you've made mine." God knows she tried. Angie kissed me all over as she went slowly down my body. She pulled the nightgown up so her lips could kiss and lick the flesh on my tummy. When she pulled my panties down she started licking my scrotum before taking my cock in her mouth. Unfortunately I was far too excited from the previous day's activities and in seconds I came hard in Angie's mouth. If she was surprised about this she didn't show it, as she tucked my cock back in the panties before moving up to kiss me. We shared a sperm filled kiss till we had to swallow or loose it. We then continued to kiss gently for a few minutes. After a few minutes and between kisses Angie asked. "I know I enjoyed you being my maid for the day but how did you enjoy it. Did you learn to hate it?" Lying in bed with her I knew she loved me as her maid. I could tell she loved it by the way she kept bringing it up. I also knew, seeing she liked it I liked it too. Whatever Angie wanted was okay with me. It was hard work and tedious at times but I loved how excited Angie got. "I didn't learn to hate it. I was just worried you wouldn't like it. When I found out you did, it made my day." I told her. I could see this really pleased Angie. Haltingly she said. "Then maybe you could... you know wear the uniform for me again. I looked it over carefully this morning while you were asleep. It's well made. I mean it doesn't look like a costume at all. It looks like something a person could wear several times a week without wearing it out too easily. If you want I'll wear it too and be your maid." I thought about that for a few minutes. To tell the truth I would like to see Angie wearing the uniform, but I also knew she could never get into the part the way I did. She's too bossy and her natural behavior is to be in charge, No I couldn't see her enjoying the role and if I could see she wasn't enjoying the role I doubt I would enjoy it either. After I told her all this she said, "Are you sure I could try it for you?" I could tell her heart wasn't in it so I said. "No I think I make the better maid besides you know I love to clean." That was true, though I wasn't a neat freak. I liked every thing in its proper place. "You do love to keep things neat and tidy honey. I also think you're right you would make a better maid than I would. I'm not one to take orders lightly as you know." She told me once she was convinced I didn't want her as my maid. "This is you're day you can decided what we do for the rest of the day. What would you like to do next?" She asked. It only took me a second before I said. "I can't think of anything better that to make love to you with my mouth." Angie giggled and said, "Honey that's pleasure for me. Today is Jackie's day and I want to pleasure her." I kissed her sweetly on the lips and said. "Angie haven't you figured out yet I get my pleasure from pleasuring you. You know how much I love licking your pussy. I could do it all day if you'd let me. So since it's my day I should decide what I want to do and I want to use my mouth and tongue on you." "Then by all means seek you pleasure my love. I will not try to stop you again." Angie told me before she kissed me deeply. I spent over an hour worshiping her body. That was really the only word I could use to describe what I was doing. In the end I slid my cock into her and came hard while fucking her. After, Angie sat on my face so I could clean out her love nest. We stayed in bed till six in the evening by that time it was too late for Angie to cook dinner. We wound up in frontof the TV munching on fresh delivered pizza. While we ate dinner Angie gave me my Valentine's presents. The first was a gold bracelet with a matching ankle bracelet. The next present was a gold chain for my neck and three pairs of earrings, one of which was a diamond pendant style with a half caret diamond suspended on a tiny gold chain. After eating we went back to the bedroom and made love again. At ten that night I had to become Jack once more. To start defeminizing my body I removed the breast forms, which took a while. I had to work the solvent in small areas till the form came loose. Then I had to remove my fake fingernails and remove all traces of nail polish from my hands. My toenails stayed polished, as there wasn't much chance of anyone seeing Jack's feet. My makeup I could remove in the morning as it washed off pretty easily. By the time I was done it was time for bed and a peaceful night sleep in Angie's arms. Next Previous Part: 1 2 3 4 ? Click here for a bio and to find more submissions by Scribler. ? Send instant anonymous feedback to the author. ? Tell a friend about this story, click here. ? Report problems with this story, click here. ? Share this story with others. CloseSocial WebLink del.icio.us Furl Yahoo! 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