Last of the Quartet

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By Bea

 

 

The sun was hot on my bare tummy.  I stretched on the chaise lounge and felt the webbing under the towel I was using.  Kept my eyes shut behind my shades and reached for my beer.  While I was taking a very satisfying chug I heard Camellia’s voice, reading.

“She was standing over me.  All powerful, feminine and strong. I could feel my weakness in the face of her power . .”

“What the Hell?” I thought, putting the beer down, but the voice continued.

“Get UP darling!  There’s floors for you to scrub!  Brass to polish.  Lots of things for an obedient little male maid! And that uniform?  It’s all pretty and black – but that white apron needs ironed . . .”

 

“Oh Grief!” I thought,  “This sounds awfully familiar!”  My eyes snapped open behind the glasses. My wife and her two companions were standing over me looking down.  She had a computer print out in her hand from which she was reading.  They wore curious looks on their faces but their mouths were turned up in coy smiles. I tried to work my way upwards, but Camellia simply pushed me down with one hand.

“I’m just curious darling?” She made a motion that included her two friends, Ruth and Marian.  “And so are we?  This little male in the maid’s uniform?  Seems to have got his sweet little ass in a LOT of trouble with his mistress.  We’ve been following his adventures for a while now.  Just can’t wait any longer to find out.” She smiled saccharinely.  “Want to tell us now?”

 

“What are you talking about?” I tried to bluff, but my voice sounded weak and tinny to me.

“Why, your story, my little pet!  The one you’ve been writing on your computer! I noticed some time ago that the story got longer every time you were on the computer.  Told Ruth and Marian all about it.  We all came to the conclusion that you were writing it?  Please tell me we’re wrong!  I hate to think that I’d be married to a little sissy but a sissy writing innermost thoughts?   Makes such things almost acceptable!”

As she spoke, she moved me over on the lounge and sat beside me.  Then she kissed me.  “Please darling?”

“Camellia?  You’ve no real right to be going into . .”   I started but she took off my glasses and looked at me kindly.  “Just hush little pet!  It was you that wrote this stuff, wasn’t it?”

“Aw Camellia.  It’s really nothing!  I just . .”

“Tell the truth now darling!  It’s YOU, isn’t it?”

“Well.  I just . .”

“DARLING!”  She was a lot more commanding now.  Nice, but firm. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing there but a complete understanding and control.

“Yes, Camellia,” I admitted weakly.

 

“See?  That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” she said softly, undoing the holder of my pony tail and fanning my hair about me.  “You just want to do what I tell you.  Isn’t that right?”

I laughed a phony laugh.  “Ha ha!  Isn’t that what every woman wants?  A docile husband?”

She paused for a second then regretfully shook her head.   “No.  Not really dear.  You see, a husband is a man.  Okay, they’re hard to handle and difficult at times – but someone docile and submissive?  They really don’t qualify as a husband. They’re really  more like a .   .   a   . ?” She paused, at a loss for words.

“Maid?”  Ruth suggested, coming closer and peering down at me now. “A nice soft, girlish maid?”

“I think that’s IT!”  Camellia gurgled.  “Isn’t that what you want to be, darling?  All that nonsense you try and show about you being male and all?”  She arranged my hair softly about my face.  “Just nonsense, isn’t it?  You’d be much happier, doing as you were told, isn’t that right?”

 

And now Marian had joined them and three women were looking down on me.  She patted my cheek softly.  “Yes!  Just tell us that’s what you want.” She grinned seductively. “Of course that doesn’t mean that we won’t treat you badly at times.  But sissies seem to want that – do they not?”

 And now all of the three women had squeezed  their way onto the lounge beside me and were busily engaged in stroking me lightly.

“I mean, it’s understandable that you want to do what Camellia says – but you don’t want to leave me and Ruth feeling left out, do you?” Marian cooed.  “I’ll just bet that you make the prettiest maid!”

I shook my head, confused.

 

“Only thing?”  Camellia said.  “Where’s your stash?”

“My stash?” I quavered.

“Yes silly!  All the pretty things you didn’t want me to see.  The girly things?  Undies – maybe a dress or a skirt and blouse.  Maybe makeup?”  Camellia smiled joyfully.  “Don’t you think you should TELL us?”

“There’s no such thing!” I lied.

“Tut Tut Tut!” She said lovingly, patting my cheek each time. “Little male maids shouldn’t tell lies to their mistresses now, should they?  Come along now!  Tell me where you stash is – or I may be forced to spank you – and you wouldn’t want that now, would you?”  She looked at the other two.  “Though I have heard that little transvestites just love to get spanked on their panties.  Is that true, darling?”

I ignored her last question despite the quiver in my loins. “It’s just a little one,” I said.

 

All the women looked at each other.  “I think that’s the cutest thing I ever heard!” Ruth said.  A man saying that he has some girly things hidden away?  Let’s go and see them, shall we?”

“In a minute.  Not just yet.  Lend me your compact, will you Ruth?” Camellia said.  “It’s got a lipstick with it, does it not?”

“Sure!” Ruth said, reaching into her wrap and handing Camellia a silver and gold compact with a lipstick container at the bottom.

“Smile for me darling!  Pout those pretty lips! Come ON now!” Camellia said to me the lipstick opened now and the tip showing.

Helplessly, I looked up at the other two.  They gave me motherly smiles.  “Come on now!  Pout those lips for Camellia!”  Ruth said. “Bet you look pretty!”

 

All of them made little cooing noises as I let Camellia put my lipstick on, then still smiling she opened up the compact, put some powder on the applicator and dabbed my nose.  “But what should we call you now Mark?” She said.  “That’s not very appropriate name for you, is it?”  With that, she helped me to sit up in the chair.

“I kinda like Priscilla?”  Marian said, now combing my hair into a center part.

“Not bad – but Pamela is better, I think!” Ruth added as she took some jeweled barrettes and used them to arrange my hair in place by clipping them in there.

“I’d rather . . Rather .  Keep . .” I tried.

“I think Priscilla is nicer.  Goes better with being a servant, don’t you think Mark – or should I say – Priscilla?”  Camellia purred at me again.  “But now don’t you think it’s time you showed us your stash darling?”  With that she pulled me to my feet and linked arms.  “Come along now!” 

 

And now, a part of a group of women in swimsuits and gauzy wraps, I was gently pulled along.  I didn’t know what to do except follow along as they chirped and gossiped alongside me.  Okay, I may have been making the direction but there was no question about it, I was being led.  Finally we stopped at my closet in our main bedroom.

“Isn’t she the most devious little thing?” Camellia said as I opened up the false door at the back of our mirrored closet.  “My my!  Shoes and everything!”

 

“Not very much!” Ruth said.  “A maid’s uniform and a petticoat?  One pair of shoes?  I’d expected a LOT more!”  She gave me a disappointed look.

“Where’s your undies – and stockings?  No makeup?” Marian exclaimed.  “What kind of sissy ARE you?”

“I’d guess that he’s been wearing MY dresses, undies and makeup”  Camellia said.  “That true, Priscilla?” 

I looked at the carpet.  “Yes Camellia”

“Now that I think on it, they should fit all right.  That true Priscilla?”

I nodded.

 

She said nothing, just unhooked the dress and brought it forward, still on the hanger.  Held it up against herself.  Checked herself in the mirror admiringly.  “Nice dress.  But it looks almost new.  How come, Priscilla?”  She passed it on to Ruth who did the same thing.

Dry mouthed I admitted.  “The way it fastens in at the back?  It’s awfully hard to get in and out of.”

“Aw!”  Marian said now trying it against herself.

“No problem now!”  Camellia said.  “Here!  I’ll look you out some undies.  Then when you put on your dress?  We’ll be here to help you.  Doesn’t that sound grand?” She laid it and the underskirt ion the bed and started looking out lingerie from her drawers and laying it on the bed.  “That way, later?  We can fix your hair and makeup.  Won’t that be lovely Priscilla?”

The girls and she all laughed tinkling little laughs.

 

“Please don’t, ladies?” I asked with as much conviction as I could. They all looked at each other – as I thought seriously for a moment – but then wide smiles cracked their faces.. “Isn’t she the silliest little thing?”  Marian said, and they all shook their heads, smiling softly at me.   “Hurry UP now,” Camellia said as she moved towards the door.  “Or would you rather we stayed here and helped you?”

They all laughed again as I shook my head.  Ruth looked at her wrist watch.  “About five minutes or less?”  The others nodded in agreement.

 

In just about that time I opened the door to the hallway.  Camellia was there to meet me.  “Mmmm!” she said.  “Not bad.  Turn around and let me fix you into your dress.  You move very nicely in those heels. What did you put in the bra cups for breasts?”

“Panties,” I said, blushing as I turned around.

“Look quite nice – and feel not bad,” she said touching one of them then fastening me into the dress.  “But we’ll get you proper inserts soon.  You know?  I kinda like fastening you in like this.  Almost as if I’m imprisoning you.  Know what I mean?”

I sighed as I leaned backwards into her, feeling the softness of the dress material enveloped its way around me as the last fastener was fastened.  “Yes.  Almost like I can’t get out without your help?”

 

“You got that right.  Did you know that Ruth, Marian and myself have been sort of fooling around?  You became pretty hopeless in bed and those two were divorced – and one thing led to another . .”

I didn’t know,” I whispered as her hand found a way up my dress skirts, caressing my slip and the top of my stockings. Lingering about my panties.

“Didn’t think you did,” she said laughingly.  “All of us became boys at one time or the other.  But now?  Now we got you. It’ll take a little time to get you properly introduced but I’m pretty sure you’ll make a really nice girl.  What do you think I get you started by getting you properly made up?  A little perfume, huh?”

Her hand was slowly stroking the lace of my panties at the back and there was no mistaking what she was saying.

“Sounds nice to me,” I said, undulating sexily against her hand. “Would you like me to call you Mistress?”

“Don’t know,” she said carelessly.  “Later on?  It might be ‘Sir’ you should call me.” Then her smile took on a different shade.  “Maybe Master?”

 

The End

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