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When I finished my degrree, I had to find a place to stay My first job, although in IT industry, didn't pay very well, and therefore I had to find something affordable. My mother's former school mate has told me, that her boyfriend, an older guy, would like to find a someone to rent a room in his appartement he wasn't using. His wife was dead, he saw his girlfriend one or twice a week and he lived there alone.
I and the old man, whose name was Richard Altman, a retired soldier met at his appartement . Mr. Altman had a moustache .. a bald head. He said he is a retired colonel and he behave like the career soldier, dominant, and liked to make people to submit and obey him. Therefore I was the perfect roommate for him, quiet, always did like has been told. And I liked him. Even in Mr. Altman's 70s he had a fine build, upright posture and of course, I was attracted to his manner. I have always admired confident men. And this man with his career background was for me a kind of archetype of a domineering man.
I was a sissy who somehow denied being a sissy. Since my childhood I dressed in woman's clothes and fantasized about men who signaled their strength and confidence. Like my landlord did. , Still, I desperately tried to date women to prove I was a normal guy, who had this little hobby, that didn't matter. But up until now I hadn't slept with a woman.
My last attempt was with a young woman I really liked. She reminded me of a porn star, she was pretty with big tits and sexy ass, little lascivious.
Sex, or at least the attempt of sex came very quickly. Everything and everyone was ready with one exception and that was my peinis. Shortly after that failure,we stopped dating.
Then I decided I had to choose another way to finally become a man. I was 24 and it became for me a question of my own dignity, or more precisely my male dignity. I masturbated, regularly, several times a day. I fantasized about women and men. The men in my fantasies I tried to avoid, or tried not to give in to temptation to dream about men. But, I gave in , of course, , quite often.
I decided to try a prostitute. I've been looking through the
prostitutes' ads and I found one, who seemed to be nice, her face was beautiful with a broad and really beautiful smile. I called her and tried to appear confident. We made an appoitment and I went to see her. I have to say I've never regretted choosing her. She was very patient and never said anything to offend me, my male dignity. She was also 12 years older than me. As for our efforts andthe relationship, to make a long story short, there were four meetings and I was still unexperienced.. We were lying in
bed, making out, i was kissing on her body and we were talking. My cock probably stopped being scared, thanks to this sweet and kind
motherly woman and got erect when we cuddled. But I didn't dare to take her. I've guess I was afraid of making something wrong, what
wasn't being done. And it probably meant that I really was not a proper man. Who else in that situation, lyinng in bed with a naked woman lying next to him, would do anything but started fucking her. On our fith date Jane asked me,, if we shouldn't finally try to make
love. I mumbled that we probably should, but I was incapable of anything. She already knew me a little, so she didn't wait for anything and
didn't hesitate. She put a condom on my penis and and lightly sucked it. Then she sat on me and started riding me, before either of us came she lyed on her back and hugged me. She guided my penis into his pussy. At least I started to move my hips to make love to her and everything was successfully done. After a while we repeated the same process once more and then I left. I used to visit her Twice a month . It was always the same process as
the first time. In every detail. Making out, talking, light sucking, her on the top and finally the missionary position. I liked her a lot, and probably she liked me too. After a while she let me kisss herself which is not usually on a whore's' menu.
But finally, I was experienced and could talk to my friends with knowing grins and didn't had to be cautious like before because I didn't know what is all about.
My landlord was also nice to me in his rough military way. He told me how he was becoming less and less happy in the relationship with his girlfriend. He told me stories about how he would argue with her about anything, about her cats, that he hated , about this and that.
Slowly, we were getting closer to each other. And we began to take on roles, that defined our relationship for the future. I began to be a kind of helper. Or a servant? I didn't know how it all started. We probably met on a way to the kitchen. He wanted to make coffee and I told him I can handle it and brought it to him.
suddenly I found myself in a position being ready to bring him coffee or a beer whenever he asked for it
then i started picking up his clothes when they lying around and making his laundry. I liked it and it felt natural and even fullfilling. I felt better mentaly, and even sexually, because dealing with his stuff, because serving him, because I wanted him to be happy? It's such an intimate thing, touching a man's underwear when putting it in the washing machine, smellling his scent, being with him in a way, and when I was stroking his underwear, wel, it was like I was stroking him.
So, yes,, even in that time I had feelings for him.
These feelings were expressed by a thing, that I did whenever he was away. . I went into his bedroom, lay down to hisdouble bed and dreaned, that I was here with him. I cover myself with his blanket and cuddled with it. I tried to smell his scent, I tried to find where he lay, I stroked
those spots and felt like I was his, and hoped that I was not just a sissy, he was taking advantage of. But even if I was, serving him made me happy, because it fed my. imagination. And it brought me wonderful feelings I've never experienced before.
he, on contrary, became demanding, and it was natural for him. We both needed and wanted it. Him in a superior role as hee has been his whole career and me in a subservient role.
This arrangement of our relationship and his behaviour, the stern attitude towards me aroused in me other feelings , feelings of peace and calmness, and safety which made me happier and happier.
He broke up with his girlfriend for lack of sex, for her cats, for her attitude. And I was happy for that, because it meant, he would be away from home less often. And of course, it meant she would not be in bed with him anymore and he would not be making love to her.
One night he asked me to Bring him coffee.
Of course, I did. It was a hot summer day and I was bare foot, wore a T-shirt and stretchy leggings down to my knees. The leggings, purple, could be considered female's as well as male's but my shape was very wel defined in them. As I placed the cup on a table, next to him, I felt a hand on my ass. I śaid nothing and let him run his hand down my leg. I stayed standing next to him, until he stopped strokeing me. I left the room shivering and for the rest of the day I tried to
remember the exquisite feelings, that had come over me, with my landlord's hand on my ass and thighs.
The next day I bought several pairs of stretchy leggings of different
lenghts and different colours. The only thing that mattered was that they were all shiny and fit me perfectly, maybe I took a size smaller, to emphasize shape of my ass and thighs more. I had a few hairs on my legs, but now I had carefully shaved them off.
I thought about what would I have wear on top, to make him happy, to make his moments, when he was drinking coffee or beer, in front of the TV more enjoyable. I decided I would buy t-shirts made of stretchy material, with my nipples and my belly button showing underneath,
When I bent down to put coffee or beer on the table, he liked to brush his hand against my nipples. And every time, he touch me i smiled. I was not a smiling person, but now I was smiling on impulse and I was expressing the facct, that his touches were important for me, and that I was looking forward to them. And they made me so happy, I loved them.
I guess I would liked to put it in a more direct way than just a smile.
I started changing his bed, preparing breakfast and dinner for him, cleaned the appartment, did the household chores that needed to be done..
Of course, I still had my job. Every day when I ' came home, I changed, to be beautiful for him and started doing my chores.
it was like this every day for a while. The stereotype of my day was something I loved. The stereotype and the feeling whenever I was doing something around the appartement he was close by, and I was doing it for him. I became more and more attracted to him and my role became natural to me, As if I've was born for it. I stopped thingking about anything else, I didn't think about the future, I just vaguely imagined my future with him, next to him.
i wanted to stay here, in this apartement, and did everything he
needed and wanted-
I did it all driven by my subconscious, never thinking about what my position here actually meant,
what our relationship was like , if I was not weird and how that could prove my manhood, that I've been trying to prove so long.
But maybe when I found my place in life, which was actually this appartment, I stopped worrying about my manhood, because I was happy here, in my leggings, with a man's hand caressing my butt.
My encounters with Jane, my only lover was pleasant, even the sex was enjoyable. ThThe moments with her were full of tenderness and she was as sweet to me as I was her little baby. But it never brought me such satisfaction and sexual arousal as my landlord's rough male hand on me. Her delicate features could never have been as attractive to me as Richard's rugged face, with its moustache and with the strange
irresistivity of a face of experienced man.
Of course, I didn't know how he considered our relationship. He was old fashioned man, conservative at least in his political and social views. But well, deep down inside every man there may be desires, needs and thoughts, that we'd never guess.
There must have been a lot of effeminate boys in the armmy, who didn't want be there or on contrary they loved being there because they had a lot of men around them. And they could have made wonderful
girls, because they could be naturally pretty and have been carefully transformed. Maybe Richard has encountered some of them.
He must have noticed that I started wearing these thight pieces for him, and that I was ready to accept his hand on me and that I wanted it there.
Sometimes, when I needed go to the bathroom at night, I heared sonds of porn flicks in his room. I'd lie in my bed,and imagined him watching the shots of sexy girls
fucking hung studs. And him stroking his cock just a few feet away from me. And I envied the porn stars, who were pleasuring him right now, I envied his hand, because truthfully I wanted be there, to pleasure him the way he wanted. But, when he started touching me, sexually, why couldn't he go further? I hoped, it would go on like this.
One winter night I brought him coffee , as I was asked. I was looking forward to some sexy touching, but nothing happened.
Come here, and stand here, in front of me.
I did.
He looked me over from top to bottom, My yellow top and white full length lenth leggings.
I could feel his gaze on my body almost in a physcical sense, watching me over and over again for quite a while.
Turn over, he said.
I did and stayd there, sure he was watching my ass the same way.
OK, face me.
I turned , and looked into his piercing eyes and immediately lowerd my gaze, I couldn't resist his stare and frankly didn't want to.
You are doing well here. I'm quite pleased with your performance. You also know, how should a girl behave in the presence of a man. Unfortunately, it's not so common nowadays. My wife was not like that and neither was my last girlfriend. I think you could stay here with me. But your life, your duties will be defined in more formal way, so that you will know what to do. and I will be able to check how you carry out your duties.
You'll do everything a housewife should do, You'll have a list of everything to do. I'll stick it on the fridge.
he paused and sipped some coffee.
I did say nothing, but I felt joyfull thrill run down my spine, as heard his words.
I will stay here, he is pleased with me and I will be... what? Girl? Housekeepr? Or did I really heard the word housewife??
He was watching me again.
I guess You know that the women fill other duties, or more specifically, marital duties, when they live in a man household. A man has needs, and is good for him to have someone ready to meet his needs whenever he asked. I won't stick These special duties on fridge, because I hope you know
them. Don't you?
Yes, I whispered.
Louder! And look at me!
I looked him in eyes and said clearly:
Yes, I know that housewifes have special duties too.
have you ever been with a man? He asked.
No, I haven't.
Oh, great. It's even better. Well, you must also be very presentable in my presence and in the presence of the people I associate. Tomorrow when you get home from work, you will find a dress that the wife of one of my former colleagues picked out after hearing my ideas.. She is young, modest and ellegant and I like her taste in dress. You'll see what my taste is and you will be guided by it , when buying your clothes. And you should buy something in a week , because I want you to wear
clothes I like from now on. You're gonna need nighties, perfumes, make up and so on. I'm sure you know what a woman needs to make her husband happy.
I held my breath. Nighties. He wants me in nighties. To make a wife's husband happy when the wife fulfills hermarital duties.
And the next week we will finally determine your position and role in our relationship. Tomorrow, I want see you in the clothes, that I've picked out for you. Here in the same place at 7 p.m.