Wives Who Want Sissies
By Bea
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“Have you ever heard me complain?” Jo said in the darkness of our room.
This was so patently ridiculous that I had to snort. “Complain? What do you have to complain about? As far as I can see, it’s me that does all the work while you loll around either making yourself glamorous or messing around with that computer.”
“But you agreed . .” she started amicably.
I tried to inject a note of reason into our conversation. “Maybe we’re looking at it differently?” I suggested. “But I don’t remember agreeing to do ALL the housework here ..”
“But you’re SO good at it honey!” she whispered, her hand slowly stoking my thigh.
“That’s not what I was talking about!” I tried to get back a semblance of order though twisting happily under her hand. “Okay, you want to write. But have you really written anything?” I couldn’t help the quaver that was entering my voice as her hand was straying close to my groin.
“But baby? Everything – and I mean everything is grist to an authors mill, is it not? I’m just trying to get experience – don’t you see?” Her hand was on me now.
Jo had been an employee of mine. Good looking! Oh my! On the rebound from marrying some guy, but working for me. She’s been SO grateful when I’d made a quiet play for her. SO pleased when I hadn’t tried to force any sex on her – I was SO different! Could not believe her luck when I’d proposed. Married me in a minute! Still remember my awe at such a beautiful girl marrying a nerd like me. Okay, I had my momma’s money and workplace to start me off. Sure I was small and lacked some confidence with women – but I was a pretty damn good catch!
I mean, I couldn’t have her go to work now, could I? Like a common working place gal? No, I set her up in a nice house and we were happy for a while. But then, let’s face it, She started letting the house go a little and I must admit to being a little – what is it they call it – renal attentive? She was SO gorgeous that I felt all wrong in having her do housework. But I also discovered that with life dealing her some hard blows, she was really tight fisted – with me anyway. She really hated the idea of hiring a maid – after all, I was there, was I not?
“You telling me you can’t make a bed?” she’d ask me, her arms akimbo on her hips and at first in a bossy manner.. “After all, it’s YOU that wants them done all the time. Is it not? And, I’ve found that I break my fingernails now and then (A real tragedy) if I do that!”
As I said, it was a bossy manner at first, but it soon became a manner of absolute certainty that I’d do as she asked. Mind you, nothing was ever permanent. Gradually I got that I was doing a higher percentage of the work around the house but I could always still convince myself that I was just ‘helping’ her. Then she got the idea that she was writing a novel. I never saw anything of course – and god help me if I asked – after all, an author never, ever, shows off anything but a completed work, does she not? Naturally, I was expected to ‘help’ – and help I did.
But she was so beautiful. So far above me that it was an honor to be in the same house as her. Always kept herself so clean. Demanded the same of me. Luckily, I was pretty hairless about the body and at first it wasn’t so bad using a depilatory but time passed, and even though I did complain, she pointed out how many women got themselves waxed on a regular basis – and it wasn’t THAT bad, was it? In actuality, it was but after a while I got somewhat used to it. The girls at the salon teased me a little but after meeting her, they understood me in a way.
And, let’s face it. She was SO particular about herself. The epitome of femininity. Always gorgeous with exquisite finger and toe nails. Hardly ever a hair out of place, Yes, I got pretty damn good at doing her nails with the practice she gave me and she just LOVED me to brush out her hair, which became almost a nightly habit. Almost? Kidding myself – it WAS a nightly habit. But truthfully? I didn’t really mind it. Looked upon her as my queen with the right to ask – no. expect – things of me.
Work really wasn’t much of a problem. The place was self running almost and Jo turned out to have a very good head on her shoulders. Once the people there saw her in action as my wife, they fell under her spell too, so it wasn’t long before her ‘suggestions’ turned into damn good ideas. Yes, she didn’t seem to care that males didn’t always like her suggestions –but as she pointed out, they just weren’t used to working for cleverer minds (female that is) and it seemed like a short time before I looked around and saw that I was the only male there. Naturally, the ladies who were left understood my need to work short hours – after all Jo needed me at home, so it made sense that I didn’t need the best office and, as space was expensive, for me to share my office with other girls.
I didn’t really complain when Jo decided that we should go up the mountains for a spell to let her have a chance away from all the distractions that surrounded her down below. Frankly I don’t remember agreeing to increase my housework but she said it had happened, and who was I to disagree? Also, as she pointed out, what was there for me to do anyway?
So, there I was, dusting and cleaning – and taking care of Jo. I didn’t really ever see her doing what I would call ‘work’ but she’d give me her calm look and ask if I’d any complaints. That night in bed was actually the first time that I’d raised the slightest complaint and it was soon forgotten as she simply took me in her arms and stroked me into cumming. I had noticed that our getting together for sex didn’t seem to happen much any more. I really couldn’t complain much as she didn’t ever let me get too frustrated. Occasionally she liked me to go down on her, but once I got up from that, she’d give me that lovely smile and take me in her arms. To be quite honest, she’d sometimes just beckon to me with her fingers, despite what I was doing, and I’d simper my way under her control. Often she’d have me mess myself then criticize me gently until I was cleaned up again.
We’d been there about a week when she had me clean up the spare room for Lori.
“I’ve only met her via the Internet,” she told me. “English, on a tour through the USA. I told her we’d put her up for a while. You don’t mind, do you?”
In all truth, I looked forward to our guest. Maybe take some of the housekeeping off my hands? At least provide a break?
Lori arrived on schedule. A little on the heavy side, but attractive. Dark hair and nowhere near as fussy as Jo – for which I breathed a sigh of relief. Her accent was decidedly different than ours, a charming change from the usual and she and Jo got like a house on fire. This left me with even more housework but as Jo pointed out that night in bed, Lori was our guest and it was only fair to indulge her, for at least a few days.
But then I got a surprise. Jo cooked lunch for us one day! I had to do the clean up of course, but it was such a nice change. That night in bed, she had me go down on her and there was something different when I got up. I actually thought she wanted me to make love to her. I was probably wrong though as I probably fumbled away the mood and she took me in her arms again. I didn’t complain, naturally, but she did seem a bit brusque with me that night.
The next few days, Jo was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it but in bed she’d lie there and sigh dreamily. Finally I asked her what the matter was. She didn’t reply, but then added in a rush. “I don’t know!” Then she tossed and turned a little. “Well? I just would like to DO things for her, you know what I mean?”
“Huh?” I said sleepily.
“Oh, go to sleep!” she said.
I’m not so obtuse that I didn’t see things that followed. Jo was even prettier, flitted around Lori like a moth to a flame. Hardly saw me.
I got my courage up. “Jo? You got a crush on Lori?” I asked her in bed that night.
“Mmmm!” she giggled. “Isn’t she CUTE? I just love her to pieces!”
Her response puzzled me. “But she’s a gal Jo! You saying she’s a lesbian? That you are?”
“That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard!” she laughed, laying a soft hand on my erection. “And? Even if I am? I don’t see much negative reaction down here! So you really don’t expect me to believe that you’re complaining, do you? And anyway, I just love doing things for her! Little lovely things like you do for me!”
I was speechless. Then she added, “She’s so . . so . . so . . masculine. You know?”
“Huh?” I responded. “But I’m masculine TOO dear!”
She took a firmer hold of my erection. “Silly! You’re here to do what you’re told! She’s a blithe spirit. Free to do what she wants! Masculine!”
I wanted to argue, but she had a hold of me now and was stroking me intensely. “Please don’t!” I said. “I want to discuss this!”
“Oh, just shush, my little baby. Come to mommy and get relieved!”
I did try to break her hold on me, but couldn’t. Seconds later I was in her arms, helpless, and wet all down my front.
“Goodness, that was quick!” she said sarcastically. “I hope you have clean pajamas after you wash yourself off. If you don’t, there’s a pair of baby dolls of mine in my lingerie drawer you can put on!”
“I’ve got a pair of pajamas!” I said defensively as I left the bed to clean up.
“I’m sorry,” Jo said in a placating manner as I got back into bed and she put an arm around me.
“About what?” I said.
“That’s what I mean!” she said. “You say that you’re masculine – but then I threaten to put you in baby dolls – and you don’t react! Not like a man should!”
“But I knew that I had a pair of clean pajamas,” I said as I cuddled in.
“Oh, go to sleep.” She said.
The next day, I started taking note and there was no doubt about it. Jo was making a play for Lori – and our English friend was accepting this as her due! Even took Jo in her arms one time and gave her a kiss! Mind you, it wasn’t for too long, but it was a bit over friendly if you catch my drift. Then there was the matter of the clothes.
We had a fair amount with us, so I’d just let it accumulate then take a whole bunch down to the village and have them washed and dried. There was a washer at the cabin, but the drier had something wrong with it. So that particular morning I was collecting everyone’s dirty laundry when Lori discovered what I intended to do she spoke up. “Take them down to the village?” she rumbled. “But there’s a perfectly good washer here..”
Knowing her propensity for doing chores around the house was on a par with Jo’s I didn’t see any sense in asking her if she intended to do any. “I might, “ I said. “But the dryer’s kaput. Doesn’t work.”
She gave me a direct look. “I don’t recall saying anything about a dryer. There’s a perfectly good line outside and there’s lots of clothes pins lying about. A lovely day for drying too – and I just love clothes that have dried on a line!”
“Me too!” Chimed in Jo, although she’d never complained before. Why don’t you do that darling? Then you can give everything a little touch up with an iron later!”
The cheek of these two was unbelievable but, to tell the truth – it did save two trips to the village so, that making some sense, I got to work.
Later on, I had taken some of the cleaned laundry out and was hanging it up on the line. Lori approached me. I didn’t know where Jo was, Lori had a peculiar expression on her face, She pointed to the line where some lingerie already floated and to my basket where more awaited hanging up. “Don’t you feel just a little strange, doing that?” she asked.
I looked at the lacy bra I held in my hands and the colored, nice fabrics, on the line. “To tell the truth? A little.” I responded.
“You don’t mind? Hanging out women’s underwear?” she asked, a laugh in her voice.
For some reason I was embarrassed and didn’t answer. Felt her come and put an arm around my shoulders. “In England? That’s considered a woman’s job. Very feminine! Don’t you mind doing a girl’s thing?”
“Want to do it?” I managed through a dry mouth.
“Don’t be silly. That’s for girls or girly boys. But here, let me help you.” She reached into the laundry basket and pulled out a pair of panties. “Hang up that bra now, and here’s a nice pair of panties for you to hand next.” She looked at me kindly and just for a second I felt her grip tighten on my arm in warning. I pinned up the bra and then, as she made little complimentary noises, proceeded to hang up the rest. It got worse.
“It’s not fair, is it?” she asked as I started to hang up a lacy slip.
“What?” I said stupidly.
“Jo getting all that time – and all those things to make her look pretty – while you do all the work and don’t get the benefit of nice clothes. I know you’re just a girly boy, what we call a ‘poof’ back home. But I’ll bet that if you were dressed properly, you’d look great. Don’t you think so?”
“Aw c’mon Lori!” I said, close to humiliated tears.
“I’m not joking!” she smiled. “Bet you’d look nice in that slip. Now why don’t you hold it up against yourself, huh? Come on now.”
I looked at her, horrified, but she wouldn’t be satisfied until I held the slip up against myself as if I were trying it on. Then made me twirl like a girl.
“Hard to tell,” she admitted, “That slip being wet and all. But it’s obvious that you and Jo are about the same size. Think she’d object to making you pretty? Trying on her clothes? And while you’re at it? Please don’t cry. You’ll make me think that you’re more of a girl than you are! Why don’t you hang up that slip and finish your job. You can ask Jo if she’d mind helping you later on. Okay?”
It took me about five minutes to finish, then she came and put an arm around me. “You did that very well!” she said comfortingly and, as I blushed and simpered, she led me down into the cabin. Jo had been taking a bath and came out all pink and perfumed in a flower colored lounge wear set and matching robe. I was hoping that Lori had been joking or had forgotten our chat but she hadn’t. She pointed at me. “Priscilla here and I were . .”
“Priscilla?” Jo laughed.
“Don’t interrupt dear! Or I may give you another spanking. That what you want?” Lori spoke to her jokingly.
Jo looked immediately contrite and spoke in a little girl voice. “I’m sorry Lori,” she said. “I was just so surprised to hear you call him Priscilla. That’s all.”
I was still amazed. For one thing, Lori had called me by a girl’s name. For another, she had spoken to my strong, lovely, confident wife as if she was some kind of inferior – and my wife had responded as if she was a little girl!
“Well, he’s been acting like such a little poof. And then a little while ago – hanging up clothes? Pretty little girly boy? I thought to myself. Lori? I just bet he’d make another sweet little girly out of him. Why don’t we do that and then you can take some of the weight off Jo. Think you’d mind?”
Jo looked at me appraisingly. “Mind? Don’t think so. And now that you mention it, I think he’d look nice as Priscilla. He’s been hogging all the nice woman things I’d like to do for you. Now that you mention it? I think we can make him look just as you like, and he and I can be your girls. Sound okay?”
I tried to complain but once I came out of my perfumed bath and found a floral lounge set and robe to match Jo’s I wore it. Then as Lori watched, Jo spent an hour using her skills to make me up. “She doesn’t like girls in rollers,” Jo explained to me, “So I’ll do you tonight before we go to bed. We’ll brush it out tomorrow and you’ll look ever so pretty! Won’t that be nice?”
The new hierarchy wasn’t explained to me and it took a while to sink in. Jo was kindness herself trying to make us dress as alike as possible. Spent as much time as possible in teaching me to walk and sit properly. “Lori wants you to act properly, she told me. “Not like some little swishy fairy. Where makeup is concerned, pretty much the same thing. She wants us to be NICE. That’s the main thing,. Got it?”
And one afternoon, it got through to me. I was wearing a nice little bouffant polka dot dress and a sparkling white frilled petticoat. Was sitting shyly on Lori’s knees, her hand up my skirts – and doing naughty things, while Jo flitted around us, happily serving us both drinks and suchlike. It was such a change having my wife serve ME. I settled back happily in Lori’s strong arms and pouted my lips for a kiss. As her mouth came down on mine, it suddenly dawned on me. Jo and I were Lori’s GIRLS! At night time, Jo and I would retire to our bedroom where we’d make ourselves pretty and perfumed for Lori. Up until now, it had always been Jo that had been called to the other room. But what was I to do when it was MY turn? I squirmed under Lori’s hand. Was it my imagination, or was her hand usually finding it’s way to my back passage?
That night, in bed beside Jo, I whispered my fears to her. She hadn’t relieved me in some time and I was getting quite randy. She sat up in the darkness and quickly straddled me.
“Priscilla darling?” she said.
I had quite a time concentrating, the soft chiffon of her nightwear merging sweetly with my own, and the masculinity of her approach reminding me of the old days, but managed. “Yes Jo?”
“You
know that Lori likes sissy boys and real girls. Don’t you?”
”I
guess.” I whispered.
Her hand cupped the embroidery about my breast and caressed the lace of the sleeping bra I used at night. I could feel the smile on her face as she kissed me. “But Lori hasn’t made you hers yet, has she?”
I knew what she meant. “No Jo. Not at all.”
“Well then? When she does, you are going to enjoy it. Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know!” I said.
“Well? Let’s try a little preview, shall we?” she said. She leaned over in the dark and then I heard a buzzing noise. “Let’s see, shall we?” she said. “Open up for mummy!”
I’ve been taught to do as I’m told when it’s a woman doing the telling. Obediently, I opened up my legs. Felt the tip of the vibrator against my anus. “Open up! There’s a girl!” my wife said. “That’s it! Get all ready for Lori!”
Lori smiled when she came in a little later and turned on a small bedroom light. There I am, lying in bed, my wife slowly running a vibrator up and down inside me, cooing softly as my made up eyes look softly and helplessly upward and my scarlet lips pout for a kiss and I make submissive noises as Lori leans forward my arms reaching for her.
The end.
It was one night during a visit from my wife’s friend Lila that I noticed how perfect both women’s teeth were.
Now Joan, my wife is fairly well to do, employed as a senior Civil Engineer by a famous architect and Lila has inherited money, so I could never have described either of having teeth as anything but well maintained. But this particular evening I saw two of the most beautiful set of teeth I’d ever seen - way past film-star quality. Brilliant white, gleaming, evenly spaced. Super bright against their lipstick, somewhat feral to tell the truth.
Speaking of feral, Lila scares me somewhat. Old money confidence, lithe body that moves like an animal, a little taller than myself. Maybe even heavier, as I am somewhat delicate of build - for a man that is. I wanted to comment on Joan’s teeth, but figured that, as Lila’s were just as gorgeous, it might be more tactful to compliment the guest.
“I just noticed Lila. Have you been getting special dental work? You too, Joan. Your teeth are looking great all of a sudden. Just about perfect. Or have you both been using one of those special whitening toothpastes?”
A glance flashed between them that I couldn’t read, but Lila then spoke “Well thank-you kind sir. Don’t know about Joan, but I’m delighted that you noticed. Yes, we’ve both been going to this new dental hygienist down in the Women’s Village complex. She’s expensive as hell but worth it.”
“What’s her name?” I asked. “I haven’t been overly happy with my hygienist recently. Maybe yours could work her magic on me.”
Joan grimaced. “Why Daniel, you have nice teeth, I don’t think I’d change just because..”
She stopped as Lila interrupted. “Why BS him Joan?” She turned to me. “No sense in giving you her name, she just treats women. That’s why she’s located her place in the village.”
I’ve always been a little spoiled I guess. Do not like to be denied things - as the two women had probably taken into account. I puffed my cheeks indignantly. “What do you mean, women only? In this day of sexual discrimination lawsuits, she must be out of her mind!”
“Oh Daniel! Don’t get so worked up about nothing.” Joan said placatingly.
“I’m not worked up!” I said huffily. “I’m just about totally fed up with the way that women scream about sexual discrimination every time they turn around, but practice it themselves every chance they get!”
“Don’t you think you’re over-reacting?” Lila said snottily. “I mean, we’re talking about women’s rights here.”
“Yes! But what about men’s rights?” I yelped. “We’re bigger and stronger than women, but we’re not allowed to use our strength. Get pushed around by a bunch of lawyers and...”
“Are you kidding?” Lila laughed. “You think that you’re bigger and stronger than me? You’re out of your mind!”
“I may be smaller than you.” I retorted. “But it’s a well known fact that men have greater bone and muscle mass than women and...”
“Oh Daniel!” Joan interrupted me. “Please! Get off this soap box of yours. We’ve heard it all before..”
“Yeah! Muscle and bone mass!” Lila sniggered. Then she sobered up.
“Tell you what ‘muscles’? let’s have a little contest. I’m a bit bigger than you, but we probably weigh about the same, right? I’m a hundred and thirty eight. Are you in that area?”
She actually outweighed me by a few pounds, but I didn’t want her to know that, so nodded. She walked over to stand right in front of me.
“Okay! Lift me. Go on!” She lifted her arms.
“This is silly Lila.” I said. “I’m not going to do this.”
“I don’t think he can.” Lila commented snidely to Joan. “I think your husband’s a little weakling.”
My wife laughed. “Well, he’s not very strong. But I don’t think I’d call him a weakling.” She smiled at me. “Don’t let Lila boss you into this Daniel. She works out at the gym regularly. I can understand you not wanting to compete against her.”
Stung to the quick by this comment, I felt my face flush. “Okay. Get ready Lila. You asked for this.”
She raised her arms a little more. Grinned mockingly at me. “Ready when you are, ‘Muscles’”
“Turn around.” I said. She grinned and turned her back to me. I cinched my arms around her waist and heaved. Got her feet off the floor. She turned her head back towards me a little.
“I’m amazed! Didn’t think you’d be able to do this. Let’s see how long you can keep me here.”
Flushed and arm weary, I let her down about fifteen seconds later. As I stood there trying to hide the fact that I was panting, she walked around to my front. “Ready?” I nodded, lifted my arms and turned to face away from her.
“You really don’t need to do that.” she said. “Put your arms down.”
As I did, she walked around to my side then, without warning, bent forward a little and the next thing I knew, I had been lifted up into her arms. To make things worse, she didn’t appear to have put the slightest effort into lifting me.
“I think they call this the ‘bridal lift’” she laughed, laughing down into my flushed face. “Feel like a bride - Muscles?”
“Let me down!” I demanded.
“When I’m ready!” she said firmly. “Going to make sure I beat your time. What was it, twenty seconds?”
I had my right arm pinned against her breasts and my left flailing uselessly around. In frustration I even kicked my legs a little, but unavailingly.
“Oh stop that Daniel.” Joan said, smiling. “You look silly. Lila? I think you’ve made your point. The poor dear is just humiliated.”
Lila looked down at me, still smiling. “Want down, sweetie? Just ask Lila nicely. Say ‘pretty please with sugar on it’.”
“Please Lila? Put me down.” I said instead.
“No. That won’t do at all. And, this time? Call me ‘Miss Lila’ when you ask. Then I’ll put you down.”
Then actually almost weeping a little with frustration and humiliation, I asked her ‘prettily’ to be put down. She added another humiliation by giving me a gentle kiss on the lips before doing so. “There! Always knew you’d be a little cutie if you were treated right.” she whispered in my ear.
I was so humiliated that I couldn’t think straight. Just had to get off onto another subject. “I’d still like to find out that hygienist’s name you know.” I stammered. “And, if you won’t tell me, I’ll look it up in the book myself!”
“Oh Daniel!” Joan sighed. “Once you get an idea in your head..” she turned to Lila “It’s almost impossible to stop him.”
With that statement from her, I felt that I’d regained at least some face.
“Not on matters of principle!” I announced grandly. “Wants women clients only - indeed!”
An expression of concern crossed Lila’s face. “Oh, c’mon Daniel. Don’t take it out on Janine, just because I teased you.”
“Ha Ha!” I crowed. “So her name’s Janine, eh? Got you that time Lila. I’m gonna call her in the morning for an appointment.”
Lila sighed deeply. “Look Daniel. Okay. If I say I’m sorry for beating you in that little competition? Then will you forget this? I don’t want to be a part of causing any problems for her. She’s just setting up a new practice here. A lawsuit, could really hurt her.”
“I don’t care about that ... little competition, as you call it.” I sneered. “That has nothing to do with it. Like I said. I’m going to call her tomorrow morning and...”
She held her hands up in surrender, sighed again. “Okay. I give. But let me call and make the appointment for you, okay? I was one of her first customers here and have put some business her way. Maybe for me, she’ll bend. Will that satisfy you?”
For the first time ever, I seemed to have the upper hand on my female nemesis. “Yes. If you ask me ‘ pretty please with sugar on it’.” I demanded.
A gleam of spite shone from her eyes, but she did as I asked, and I agreed to let her do as she suggested.
That night getting ready for bed, Joan reprimanded me a little. “That was mean what you did to Lila. You put her in the position of asking a favor from a woman she barely knows...”
“You’re saying that I.. I .. was mean? She’s on my case every time she’s over here and, by the way, she seems to be over here more and more all the time..”
Joan opened her mouth as if to protest, but I threw up a commanding arm and continued. “If it’s not the length of my hair, it’s ‘when are you going to go to work ...’”
“But Daniel?” Joan interrupted mildly. “You keep giving her cause. I mean, she teases you once about letting your hair grow and you effectively stop cutting it ..”
“Well, I’m not going to let some woman tell me how long I’ve to wear my hair for goodness sake!” I interjected.
“But don’t you see? She is effectively telling you how long to wear it. It’s longer, way longer than mine! I mean, some nights when you take it out of your band? You look almost like a woman. Nice wavy hair down to your shoulders.”
“But if I cut it? She’ll think that I gave into her..”
Joan sighed, “Oh Daniel. Honestly!”
But I couldn’t leave it alone. “If it’s not that, it’s something else. Frankly, I don’t care for the woman very much. Some times I feel like forbidding you to see her!”
Joan’s eyebrows went up and I knew I’d gone too far.
“Forbidding? You forbidding ME! How dare you! I pay more than half of this households running expenses and mortgage. You sit at home writing - or whatever you do - living on your inheritance and doing as little as possible. If you’d even help with the housework once in a while we wouldn’t have to have the house cleaning service in so often. But NO! That kind of work is beneath you! You do nothing for this marriage, absolutely nothing - so don’t you DARE talk about forbidding me anything!”
“Joan? I’m truly sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking of. It’s just that bloody woman drives me nuts!”
Her face softened a little. “Daniel? You were a nice sweet man when we got married, but you seem to have turned into some sort of macho monster. It’s as if you can’t stand women. Constantly putting them down. You really should stop it.”
“Well the wrong isn’t always on my side..” I started to argue. She held a weary hand up. “Please? Can we go to bed? I’m tired and have a long day in front of me tomorrow. Okay?”
Chastened, I nodded and climbed in beside her. At first she had her back to me, but finally turned and laid her arm across the pillow. Gratefully, I laid my head on her arm and she pulled me into her embrace.
Lila called me the following morning about ten o’clock. She dispensed with formalities, speaking as soon as I said ‘hello’.
“Daniel? Janine will see you tonight at five.”
“That’s inconvenient. Too late!” I snapped.
The phone was silent for a moment. I heard her sigh before she spoke again.
“Well then, you’ll have to do what you have to do. She’s booked solid for a while and is actually taking you after her office hours as a favor to me. But if you don’t want to..? I’ve done all I’m going to do.”
There was no negotiating tone in her voice. Strictly ‘take it or leave it’. I backed off, knowing how badly I’d have looked in Joan’s eyes if I’d refused this after all the fuss I’d made. Agreed to call Janine at the number Lila gave me to confirm.
I was surprised to discover that Janine was not associated with a dentist. Ran her own shop. She answered the phone herself in an extremely sultry, well modulated voice, but was all business in getting my first appointment scheduled, and in explaining the costs involved. I got another surprise when I heard her astronomical rates but, again, did not want to lose face in front of Lila or Joan by backing out, so finished up by making the appointment. She then gave me directions as to the best place to park. This turned out to be almost outside the Woman’s Village area, at the back entrance to her office. I almost pooh-poohed the idea of parking there but then realized that it would save me a lot of time, so wrote the directions down - and followed them when I arrived there that evening.
I was quite taken with the Women’s Village complex. Although I didn’t see too much of it getting to Janine’s office, I saw enough to be surprised by the amount of business it was doing. It was a new development but all around me, I saw scads of women shopping, chatting happily in groups under bright lights, or drinking what appeared to be glasses of wine in restaurant porches. There weren’t any men to speak of, and a few times I felt that I was the focal point for groups of coldly evaluating eyes. I was, in fact, glad to find Janine’s place.
I let myself into a bright, small, reception area, furnished with a comfortable looking couch and a couple of well upholstered chairs. Magazines - recent by god! sat on end tables besides the chairs. I saw the discreet notice that told me to “ring for service” so did so.
Within thirty seconds I had my first surprise. A tall, gorgeous, blonde woman in her late twenties - early thirties, appeared. Smiled seductively.
“Oh! You must be Daniel? Janine’s sorry that she couldn’t be here to greet you in person. Asked me to do the honors? Hope you don’t mind? I’m Leslie. How do you do?” She held out her hand and I took it, surprised by the strength in her grip.
“Pleased to meet you.” I managed, then “No. Not at all.” I was able to get out, astounded by this woman’s good looks. “I mean, I don’t mind.”
She smiled understandingly. “If you’ll follow me then?”
I nodded, and she walked through the door into another area.
There, another surprise - or I should say - a few surprises, awaited.
It was unlike any dental office I’d ever seen. Yes, there was the “chair” with the arm pads, high back, and water basin beside it. Other than that though, the room could have been the living area in the home of someone in the well to do category. Sofas, chairs, tapestries and paintings. Some (antique) Lladro figurines. An expensive woven rug. The place reeked of taste and wealth.
Another vision of womanly loveliness was walking towards us, smiling a welcome. Red headed, lithe. Walking like a model. At an antique desk in the corner another amazingly good looking lady - brunette - was talking animatedly into a phone. She also smiled at me and waved apologetically at the phone, indicating her sorrow at not being able to greet me in person.
I was mute with astonishment. These women were lovely - and that’s a word I don’t use very much. All three were in the five foot ten range in their heels. All had hair do’s that accentuated their beauty - long, waved hair cascading to their shoulders. All wore non-identical white uniforms, though they were alike in the fact that they were pristine and had tight skirts, all stopping short of the wearer’s knees.
And SUCH knees! Well rounded, sheathed in various shades of glossy nylon that accentuated the gorgeous calves that supported them. As the redheaded nurse approached, I could hear the sensuous sound of her skirt rubbing against her hose.
“Hi!” she said quietly. “Daniel? I’m Keri. Janine’ll be with you in just a moment.”
“Wow! “ I said. “Which one of you lovely ladies will be working on me?”
“Why, all three of us, Daniel. We believe in taking GOOD care of our clients.”
And this was Janine herself. I’d been so taken with Keri’s approach that I hadn’t noticed that the telephone conversation had been terminated and that the brunette had joined us. I shook hands with both Janine and Keri becoming more and more awestruck by the moment. I was surrounded by feminine pulchritude, the likes of which I’d never seen before. Perfect women with features that would have graced any magazine or film screen. Not a flaw. Perfect hair, perfect teeth. Breasts full and bursting under perfect white uniforms. Beautiful hair - in three distinct colors. Makeup ? Perfect! Nails? Perfect! Three pairs of straight, nylon sheathed legs appearing from underneath taut skirt hemlines. Flawless!
I must admit that I was dazed because I’ve no real recollection as to how I’d landed in the chair, but there I was, sitting there feeling it recline and straighten out underneath me until I was lying almost horizontally looking up at three beautiful women who had eyes only for me.
Keri - at least, I think it was she - had tied a pink bib around my neck just before. Janine adjusted it on my chest. “Open up please.” she said. “Wider, if you can.”
And three gorgeous women bent over me, blocking out the rest of the room with their hair, their lovely faces and the scent of their perfumes. Breasts leaned into my body as they peered into my mouth.
“Not bad. Not bad at all.” Leslie said.
“Good lip shape.” said Keri.
“Bet he’ll have a pretty smile.” said Leslie.
“Probably.” Janine agreed. “But that’s for later. Let’s get working on these teeth. Get them beautiful. Right girls?”
“Yes!” both Keri and Leslie agreed at the same time, straightening up back from me a little, leaving Janine looking down at me.
“Right girls?” she repeated, looking directly at me. This time, nobody replied.
“Right?” she asked me.
I nodded and she smiled. “Yes. That’s good.” she said, pleased as if she’d won something.
Each of them took turns working on me. The care they took not to hurt me was incredible! I mean, I sometimes feel that getting my teeth cleaned hurts more than other dental work - all these nasty little steel hooks that they stick in your mouth. And then, these damn scrapers they use - ugh!
But, what ever these ladies used, there was absolutely no pain. It turned out that they were equipped with the leading edge of dental technology - lasers. I was a little nervous at first but at the absence of pain, gradually relaxed.
I was practically swooning from desire before they finished. This was caused by the fact that Janine seemed to be training the others. She’d do something and let Keri then Leslie watch. Then it would be their turn to do it, as she scrutinized them. Naturally, with all this observation going on, I constantly had two women practically lying on top of me. Along with their hair constantly touching my face, their hands were often brushing my thighs or legs, ensuring that I had a permanent erection the whole session. I was sure they noticed, but said nothing.
Finally, they stopped and raised me and the chair to the original position.
“You did VERY well Daniel.” Janine cooed at me. “Didn’t fuss at all. I think we can have you all finished in two more sessions.”
“I thought you’d finish in one.” I answered. “You mean I’ve to come back again?”
“Of course, you little silly!” Keri laughed giving me a sisterly hug. “You have NICE teeth. But we want them to be PRETTY, don’t we?”
I blushed. “Well...”
“Of COURSE he does!” Janine answered for me. Then she spoke directly to me. “Now Daniel? This is very important! I will be very very cross with you if you don’t do exactly what I tell you. Understand?”
I was taken aback by her tone. She was talking to me like I was a little child. I flushed, but nodded.
“First of all, you must brush your teeth for three minutes at least, after you eat something whether breakfast, lunch, dinner, or snacks. You must also floss for five minutes twice per day.”
I laughed. “Oh c’mon Janine! I hate flossing. If I brush for as long as you say...”
“I said I want you to floss. If you don’t - and I’ll know! I will be very displeased.”
“And, trust me, you don’t want to displease Janine!” Keri laughed, easing the tension.
We set the next appointment for the same time three days later.
“Don’t forget!” Janine admonished me. “Brush and floss like I told you!”
Joan was impressed by the work that had been done already when I showed her that night, getting ready for bed.
“Wow! I can see a difference already. You must have great teeth. I think that mine didn’t look that good until about the third session.”
“How many sessions did you have?” I asked.
“Seven. It was very inconvenient at the time, but worth it.” she replied, then continued “Janine give you the Brushing/Flossing mantra?”
I laughed. “Sure did. I’ll probably do the brushing, but I can’t see me flossing like she wants. I really hate it and I can’t say I appreciated the way she was ordering me about.”
“Daniel! For goodness sake! She’s only trying to help you. Can’t you LISTEN to her?”
“Sure! Listen to her! Do as a woman tells me! Follow orders! be a good little boy!” I railed.
“You ARE crazy!” Joan laughed. “Can’t tell you anything, can I?”
Her laugh was so infectious that I laughed along with her.
I didn’t floss. Brushed once for three minutes - have you ever tried brushing your teeth for that length of time? Ridiculous. Did brush three times a day, but it was probably more like thirty second exercises than anything else.
I did feel some trepidation the night I went for my next appointment, remembering the power that Janine - and the other two to a lesser extent - emanated. Shook this off though in my walk through the Village, again noticing the absence of males.
In Janine’s office, she met me this time. Smiled pleasantly at me and escorted me into the office where the others greeted me even more pleasantly, coming and giving me light kisses on the cheek as a greeting.
They were wearing differently styled uniforms again, this time all pink, but just as sexy. As before, I was led to the chair, had a bib attached then reclined. Again, I lay back in the chair and was cut off from the room as the three women engulfed me as they stared down into my open mouth. Janine was the first to speak.
“What’s this? Keri? Leslie? See that there? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Oh dear!” Keri said.
“Oh oh!” Leslie said. “Yes. I think so.”
“Okay girls. May as well get it over and done.” Janine said, a regretful tone in her voice.
I wondered what was going on. Immediately, I felt my shoes being removed then my socks. At the same time, a pair of hands found the zipper of my pants and started pulling them off. I tried to grab hold of them but was too late. One sharp tug, and they were gone from my legs. Then the chair was being raised and Janine was staring coldly into my eyes.
“Wh.. wh.. what’s the matter Janine?” I faltered.
Her eyes grew colder if that was possible. “You trying to tell me you don’t know?”
I licked my lips nervously. “Well. I said I didn’t like to floss. Don’t you remember?”
“I told you what you were to do. Told you I would be most displeased. Keri warned you not to disobey me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Janine.. but?”
“Girls! If you would?” she snapped, ignoring me completely.
And, before I could protest, I had Leslie on one side, Keri on the other lifting me effortlessly from the chair, I thought of struggling for a few seconds but the girls strength far exceeded mine, so I just stood there shivering in my shirt and underpants, watching Janine sit on the chair and raise it to a fully upright position, Then she did something and the arms were retracted out of the way.
“I told you that I would be upset, didn’t I?” she said, stretching out a hand to me. As if hypnotized, I placed my hand in hers and felt her pull me gently in towards her as the girls let go.
“Didn’t I?” she repeated.
“Yes Janine. I’m sorry.” I said sincerely.
“I can see that,” she said pleasantly, “but that’s not enough.”
“Oh please Janine - no! Please!” I said, as she kept on pulling, then arranged me, face down, over her knees.
“But you know that you need this, don’t you? Know that you want it? Just LOVE the idea of a strong woman spanking your little soft backside. Isn’t that right Sissy?”
I started to cry as she pulled my underpants off, and braced myself for the blows that were to come.
But they didn’t come. Not right away. As a matter of fact I felt my backside being lifted a little and some sort of fabric belt being fastened around my waist. It felt strange, had some sort of little straps hanging from it. Naturally, with my head overhanging Janine’s knees, I couldn’t see what it was. Then my underpants were being put back on over my feet, pulled up my legs, and repositioned around my waist. It wasn’t until I heard a sort of ‘snap’ that I realized that I was now wearing women’s panties. The little suspender straps from the garter belt - I now knew what had been the first article put on me had been - were pulled through the legs of the panties.