feminine clothing

Aroused

pussy licking, maid“Mady” said Hannah from her armchair in her sitting room. “I would like to see the effect of the stretcher on elliot when he is aroused. If you could. Elliot, stand just in front of me and unbutton your shirt and unzip your girdle.”

I did as I was told and was soon standing in front of the Lady of the House in nothing but my cock cage and stretcher.

“Isn’t that handsome Mady. It will look all the better when its ready for the stainless steel cage. But let’s see it get hard. Or at least try.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Mady is a provocative little minx at the best of times and she knows more than a little about what gets me hard in my cage.

“May I have him kneel for a moment or two Ma’am?” she asked.

“By all means Mady.”

“Sir.”

I knelt. Mady walked over and hiked up her little skirt revealing her pretty stocking tops and her jet black lace panties.

“You know what to do.”

I did because Mady demanded I lick her pussy in this position at least twice a week. I rolled down her panties and then, as she had trained me, opened her sweet lips and held them oven with my thumbs. Then I began to lick and, most importantly, suck her beautifully erect clitoris. I knew she like her clitty sucked for a minute or two and then would push me into the deep licking of her cunt. I felt her hand on the back of my head and plunged into her rich wetness. I felt myself hardening ad I licked. And then I heard Mady say “Enough, get up.”

“Madame want you aroused, not me. But that was very good. Now, stand still.”

With Mady’s delicious taste still on my lips and her scent overwhelming me, I did as I was told. I felt her hand separating my bottom and then a finger pushing up my back passage. Then her other hand shot up and began to pinch and scratch my nipples. I could feel my cock filling my cage and pulling the skin of my scrotum up through the stretcher.

“Perfect Mady.” I heard Hannah say “The stretcher doesn’t stop him from getting hard in his cage at all. Look at that little thing pulse. You may stop Mady. elliot, stay where you are until you have lost that silly erection and when you have get dress and we’ll have our drinks. Thank you Mady.”

Mady gave The Lady of the House a deep curtsey and me a smile. It took several minutes before I was soft enough for Hannah to tell me to dress.

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Shopping expedition

dominant wife, submissive husband“So Darling, I’ve decided to take Mady shopping. I have a few things to pick up and I think it will do us all good to have a day out.”

I was, as I usually am when Hannah gives her instructions, standing in my corner, naked, my cock in its cage and my nose pressed in the gusset of Hannah’s gorgeous high waisted black lace panties.

“Mady has your outfit laid out and after your shower you can get dressed and give the car a quick wash.”

I did as I was told and, to my relief, my shopping outfit was not too embarrassing. I am used to wearing a high waisted panty-girdle – I actually rather like how it smooths everything out. Stockings under trousers are a bit warm but nothing to worry about. Again, I am used to having to wear a bra even though I know it shows a little under some clothes. Mady had put out a pretty lace, front closure bra in a small cup size with little breast forms. A nice pair of grey trousers with a side zip and front pleats along with a loose fitting cable knit sweater and a pair of low heeled black loafers. As ever, Hannah likes me to look androgynous in public. And, I saw, to add to the effect, a little black clutch bag which, I realized, I was going to be expected to carry. Oh well. I dressed and went downstairs to wash Hannah’s car.

Hannah likes to drive and drives very well. I have my licence but am not allowed to drive except when Hannah is tired or on errands for which I use my own old truck which is limited to 50 miles per hour. Hannah has a gorgeous older V8 BMW in a soft silver with a hint of lilac. I keep it very clean and well vacuumed. It was a gorgeous day and it was fun to take a break from the computer screens of work and actually do a bit of manual labour. I simply rinsed the body and then micro fibered the car dry. A little detailing on the wheels and Back to Black on the tires and the car sparkled.

Just in time. Hannah and Mady came out looking brilliant. Hannah had on a lovely, vintage look, ladies two piece suit in a grey Chanel tweed. Mady was wearing a black, full cut, pleated skirt with a vintage pale pink cashmere sweater set. Both ladies were in nude stocking and where Hannah wore a small heel, Mady wore an optimistic three inch patent leather pump. If I had to hazard a guess, Mady was corseted with her breasts supported but uncovered under her thin cashmere sweater, my darling Hannah was not likely wearing a corset as she finds they interfere with her driving. A puff of cool wind confirmed my suspicions as to Mady: her nipples popped up beautifully. I opened Hannah’s door and after she slipped in, went around to open Mady’s. I then opened my own door to the back seat. As she always does, Hannah handed me her bag and Mady did the same. When we were out, I carried Hannah’s bag as well as my own if any. Apparently I’d be carrying Mady’s as well.

Off we went for the half hour drive from our house to the outskirts of the city. Hannah has a few shops she likes to visit all of which are in a pretty little village-like suburb. Hannah and Mady chatted in the front of the car about a few things which Hannah needed and where they would have lunch. The ignored me until we reached our destination. Hannah parked and I pooped out holding their bags and my own to open first Hannah’s and then Mady’s door.

“Ma’am,” said Mady reverting to her more deferential form of address as we were in public, “I have to say that I’ll always have my husband carry my bag. It’s so perfect.”

“It is dear. And he has money and my cards in his bag so he’ll take care of our purchases and carry those as well. Plus, and you need to remember this, he carries anything we want to try on and will hand us what we want in the changing room. All the stores we go to today have seen us shopping so there is no problem. But first, I think an espresso. Elliot, I will have a double. Mady?”

“A double as well.”

I held Hannah’s chair as she settled herself on the patio and then went in and got the coffees. Hannah had not told me to get anything myself which meant I didn’t. I took the coffees out to the ladies table.

“Thank you dear.” said Hannah, “Now there is a bench just over there by that tree. You go and wait there.”

I did as I was told.

Twenty minutes later, perked up by their coffees, Hannah and Mady walked by. “Come on dear. The shops await.”

Our first stop was a rather nice ladies shop where Hannah has been shopping for years. I followed the two women around the store and they picked out a couple of outfits each. I put the straps of their bags over my arm and carried the outfits to the changing rooms. I handed Hannah the two skirts she had selected and she disappeared behind the curtain. On the other side, Mady was going to try on a very nicely fitted woolen dress. I handed it to her and she disappeared behind her curtain. The sales girl had gone off to fold sweaters when I heard Hannah.

“Elliot, come here please.”

I went behind the curtain and saw my sweet Hannah in her new skirt having stepped out of her girdle which was neatly folded on the bench.

“Come her and kneel darling. Yes right there. Now, let’s see if this skirt will acomodate you when I want my pleasure. Get to work.” said Hannah smiling.

I slipped her panties to one side and began to lick her sweet pussy. Long, deep, ice cream kisses. I knew what my lovely, wet wife enjoyed on those rare occasions she took her pleasure semi-publically. I could feel her wetness letting down and I had to be careful not to make too much noise as I licked and sucked and even bit a little. When I am licking Hannah I keep going until she tells me to stop. I have no idea how long I was under her new skirt but, at last, reluctantly, she said.

“Lovely darling. We’ll continue at home. But now I think you better see how Mady is getting along.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said licking her sweet juice from my lips and wondering what to do with the glistening on my chin. I stood up and stepped outside Hannah’s changing room. I leaned into the curtain of Mady’s cubicle and asked quietly, “How are you making out Miss?”

“Fine, I think. Will Madame need me in the next few minutes?”

“I don’t think so Miss. She seems to have everything well in hand. She’ll likely want help with her stockings. She’ll call.”

“Good, step in here elliot.”

“Yes Miss.” Again I stepped through the curtain to a small changing room. Mady was standing with her dress half way on, her lovely pink nipples hard as pebbles in the slightly cool air of the changing room.

“This dress was not designed to take into account a corset. But it is such a bother to unlace and relace. So I want you to help me get it on.”

“Yes Miss.” It was not all that difficult to work the dress up and over the corset but it would have been nearly impossible for Mady to do it on your own. At last it was done and I zipped Mady into the stretchy knit.

“See, I knew it would fit. Now, I heard Madame across the way testing her skirt for accommodation. Very sensible. I’ll see if this dress will be suitable. Down you go.”

Once again I found myself pushing aside a pair of, in this case, white lace panties and repeated my oral attentions to Miss Mady’s delicious pussy. As with Hannah which I lick Mady I keep going until told to stop. Mady’s flavours are still very new to me and the combination of my wife’s lingering taste and Mady’s new moisture was delightful. I could feel my cock erecting in its little cage. I was just sucking on Mady’s pretty little bud when I heard Hannah call her.

“Duty calls.” she said. “Now help me out of this dress and I attend to Madame. We’ll be taking this dress. It’s admirably suited to my requirements.”

“Yes Miss.” I took the dress out of her cubicle and waited until Mady was finished helping Hannah with her girdle and stockings. They came out of the cubicle and Hannah handed me one of the skirts. “I think this one is perfect. Mady, how did yours suit you.”

“Ideal madame. Fits snugly in the waist but the flair let elliot pleasure me.”

“Good to know dear. Since he has been servicing us both I have to say his already excellent oral skills have improved. A lot.”

“Well I was glad you called…I was much too close to the edge for comfort.”

They left the store enjoying their discussion and oblivious to the salesgirls’ obvious interest in what they were saying. She turned to me. “Will these be all sir?”

“Yes thank you.”

The salesgirl rang up the purchases and I reached in my bag for Hannah’s credit card which the salesgirl put through.

“Thank you Sir. And if I may say so, I think you are very lucky to be serving two such attractive women. I know your wife of course, but to have a maid to serve as well. Lucky you.”

“I am lucky.”

“You certainly are. If I ever get married I am going to have a good long chat with your wife about how to train a husband to be just like you.

Dressing the Maid

tumblr_lwd6hum8r91qfc5tgo1_250Yes, it has been a little while since I have posted. Terribly busy with work and wanted to take enough time to describe the wonderful weekend when Mady formally entered service as the Lady of the House’s maid. Hannah wrote a little bit about Mady’s requests here but until I read that I had no idea. Instead, having spent my day en femme it was time to dress Mady in the formal outfit she and Hannah had come up with for formal occasions.

I climbed the stairs to her space and politely knocked. In the last month I had discovered that Mady was more than capable of being a thoroughly demanding young miss in her own space. I had spent a daily ten minutes with my nose pressed against her moist panties in a corner she had designated. But this was the first time I had been to her door uncaged. Worse, Hannah tripled my micro dose of Viagra and I realized that even with my panti girdle on my cock was very hard indeed at the prospect of dressing such a pretty young girl.

“Just a minute” I heard Mady call. I waited and, eventually, her door opened. She had just stepped out of her shower and was wearing a very sheer robe.

“You look lovely Miss.” I said quite truthfully.

“Thank you. I am going to need your help with my uniform in a few minutes. But first I need to do my hair and make up. Here are my panties and you can strip and go to your corner while I get ready.”

“Yes Miss.” I took her lovely full cut white cotton panties, undressed and stood in the corner. Mady’s scent is very different from Hannah’s. Each are intoxicating but Mady’s is somehow earthier, the difference between a rich red wine and a beautiful Chablis. As I stood I became very hard indeed. A fact Mady noticed in her mirror.

“You seem eager.” she said knowing I could not respond while I was in my corner. “I see what Madam means.”

I heard Mady come up behind me and then felt her hand on my rigid cock.

“Not tiny, but nothing to worry about.” there was a laugh in her voice, “So in a few hours I have to submit to this. Well, Madam does say you are an excellent spanker and, though I don’t have permission to do this until I have sworn my bond, I gather you have excellent oral skills. But there is no danger my gag reflex will be involved in tonight’s proceedings.”

Mady stroked my cock fairly hard and then dug her long nails into the throbbing purple head. “Time to dress me. Just put on your bra and girdle and you can get to work.”

it was not the easiest thing in the world to pull up my pantie girdle over my rock hard cock but I managed and then turned to see Mady sitting at her vanity. She had on her robe and a pair of very pretty black lace panties. Lying on the chaise beside her was a corset, stockings and a dress. Mady stood up and turned away from me.

“Now hand me the corset first. And no peeking.” I did as I was told and was rewarded with a lovely view of her pretty breasts in her vanity mirror. Mady was a gracefully built girl, her breasts were teardrops, high on her lithe torso and her nipples turned nicely upwards resting on a rounded fullness beneath. The corset was rather cunningly designed. It was a conventional long Victorian design which rested on her hips. But it was neither over nor properly under bust; rather it had quarter cups which supported and presented Mady’s breasts without covering the nipples. It was made of a very simple black satin undercasing covered in delicate black lace.

Mady had been wearing a corset for service for several weeks and, as I began to lace her in, I realized that she would easily meet the twenty one inch waist standard Hannah preferred.

“You’ll have to lace me tighter than that Sir. The dress has a nineteen and a half inch waist which mean I have to be nineteen. But not to worry. I have been wearing a training corset in the evenings and I have managed to lace myself down to eighteen and a half. Very Victorian.”

I pulled on the ribbons of her corset and she was quite right. She had sewn a mark for nineteen inches on the ribbons and I could see five more which would take her all the way down to seventeen and a half inches. But not tonight. I tied off the ribbons.

At the bottom of the corset were six thin garter straps with metal stockings tabs. I knelt behind Mady and she rested her hand on my shoulder as she slipped her foot into the first stocking. I rolled it up her leg. It was a long stocking ending well up her thigh. She fastened the front tab leaving me to do the side and rear and then we repeated the process with her other stocking.

“Now, Hold my dress.”

The dress was a well constructed, very plain, sheath with just a slit in the back to allow Mady to walk, carefully. I had to ease it over her hips and then she wriggled into the bodice. I fastened the hooks and eyes which closed the back.

“Apron”

Again, from behind I handed her her very well starched, lace trimmed, cocktail apron which was more a mark of her station than of any practical value. I tied the bow tight right at her corseted waist.

“Thank you. Now, I know that Madam is expecting you for cocktails shortly so you don’t need to rinse out my panties tonight. Off you go.”

I did as I was told.

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A panty trained husband is well on the way to being the obedient, chaste, considerate man every woman needs.

It’s Complicated

submissive husband, dominant wife, male  chastityIt does not look as though I will be getting out of my girdle soon or my cock cage ever. I am quite reconciled to my chastity simply because it makes Hannah so pleased to have my cockette as she calls it under lock and key. The girdle is less appealing. Not because of the discomfort, rather because of the humiliation of wearing this very feminine garment daily. And it will be all the worse if Hannah finds a Maid because I know she’ll know that I have to wear a girdle.

Hannah likes to, as she puts it, bring out my feminine side but, in a funny sort of a way, she would hate it if I was any less than masculine in my dealings with the rest of the world. She want me submissive to her but out cutting and thrusting with the rest of the entrepreneurs I work with. And she is perfectly delighted to play the part of the elegant, imperious and very supportive wife in public. She does not expect or want my submission where there are the social games of position to be played. Not at all. She wants and expects to compete and win. Which is a huge help to me.

As well, my job is to do the male things around the house just like any other husband (but with no nagging because Hannah does not nag, she sends me to my corner and gets her cane). So the little repairs and maintenance tasks are all mine.

While there are certainly times when the Lady of the House requires me to be more than a little feminine, most of the time she wants a deeply submissive alpha male. Suits me.

One More Day in My Girdle… Or Not

414YmYJIhtL“So Darling, just one more day until the end of March and the end of your required daily girdle. You’ve done very well. Your tummy is smaller and all that walking has really trimmed those silly love handles.”

Hannah could see exactly my progress because I was standing naked except for my cock cage pressing her yesterday panties into the corner with my nose.

“So tomorrow will be the last day you’ll be required to wear your girdle. But, you’ve been such a lamb about it. Never once complaining about how tight your girdle is or how humiliated you must feel wearing such a feminine garment every day. Your posture is really much better in your girdle and I haven’t heard you mention that lower back pain you were complaining about at Christmas. So I had a thought.

Maybe it’s time to make a girdle a part of your permanent lingerie wardrobe. We could order you a couple of new ones from Amazon. A little smaller of course.

Now you don’t have to tell me what you think right now. You know I don’t like you speaking during your corner time but we can discuss it at cocktails before I make up my mind. But I have to tell you that I like how you look and how you behave when you are all nice and tight in a pretty little side zip girdle. And I think I’ll also buy you a full body shaper for when I’d like a more feminine silhouette; nothing too extreme, just “B” cups.”

I was breathing a little faster in my corner and Hannah’s panty scent was intoxicating. The thought that I was finally going to be girdle free had been a huge incentive the last couple of weeks. Now Hannah had obviously decided that my girdle discipline, like my cock cage and morning corner time was to be a permanent part of our marriage. She would certainly listen to any real objections I might have at cocktails; but mild discomfort wouldn’t count and my humiliation would be a positive bonus.

And, in fact, my opinion didn’t matter a bit. My role is to be a submissive, obedient, husband. Hannah makes the decisions in our marriage and if she thinks I should wear a girdle the I should and do the best I can to make that discipline pleasing to her. It is just that simple.

Not happy about the reduction in size though.

Gentleman’s Fancy

Every month the Lady of the House reviews what our readers have purchased through our Amazon links. She makes notes for her own purchases and purchases for use by or on me. Here are a few which have caught her eye:

 

  • cane for whipping submissive husband

    Ouch

    Master Series Intense Impact Cane, Red. Someone is going to be very sore. A solid plastic cane of this heft has to be used carefully as even light strokes will be intense. I would hate to be punished with this.

  • enema

    Clean and Fresh

    Cleanstream Enema Bulb, Red The Lady of the House rarely gives me an enema but when she does she uses a full enema bag. This little device would let me take care of my own backdoor cleanliness.

  • girdle

    Pretty

    Rago Women’s Hi Waist Bike Shaper Pretty and ideal for those days when the Lady of the House doesn’t want me caged but does want me well girdled. We don’t own this one but have several similar. Hannah thinks the pink and black would be cute.

  • cock cage, chastity device

    caged

    Silicone Male Chastity Device, Adult Penis Male Defend Chastity Belt Lock Cage (Pink) This is the model but not the colour which Hannah has me wearing as I write. It is designed to be quite small. It is comfortable and very discreet. Along with not being able to touch my little cock, after a while, I loose any sense of having a cock. Hannah leaves me in this for days at a time. It takes away my sexual awareness in any physical sense…just leaves me longing.

  • dominant wife

    How To

    The Hesitant MistressUntil Hannah finishes her own book “An Elegant Woman’s Guide to Female Led Marriages” this book is the one she recommends to women beginning to lead their relationships. It is also ideal for men who would like their wives to take charge.

Of course many of out readers just go into to Amazon through our links to buy things which are entirely unrelated to female led relationships, or gifts for their lovely dominant wives or any number of things…for which we are very grateful.