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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.
MY BEST CUSTOMER By Rebecca Goldstein
I can spot them a mile away. The minute they walk into my lingerie shop I can tell which guys are buying something for a lady friend and which are buying for themselves.
Cross-dressers all give off the same signals: they descr ibe a "larger woman" about their size; they're much too concerned about an undergarment's "fuller cut", they fondle the material with too much relish and they know much more about ladies' unmentionables than is proper for a gentleman.
So when Bobby walked into my shop for the first time I had him pegged right away. I knew that extra-large sized maid's uniform would never be worn by a woman. He wasn't fooling anybody!
He drove me crazy with a lot of stupid questions when what he really wanted to know was would it fit him. Did the material have any give, did the gloves have any stretch, were the straps adjustable? Finally I just ran out of patience and said, "If you want to try it on just take it into the dressing room."
His eyes opened wide and he said, "You mean you don't mind?"
"Sure," I deadpanned. "Your money's good as anyone else's."
With that, Bobby took several outfits into the dressing room. It was a rainy weekday afternoon and things were slow so we spent the better part of the next two hours trying various outfits on him. I put the "back in 15 minutes" sign out and locked the door to make sure we wouldn't be interrupted.
I felt as if I was dressing a big Barbie doll as he tried on all kinds of lingerie. I could see by the big bulge in his panties (he ever wore them under his male clothing) that he was enjoying himself, too! We tried corsets, tap and cami sets, and lots of pretty frillies. But Bobby's eye was always on the maid's uniforms, so I picked one out for him.
He looked positively adorable in it! The pink satin dress had big puffy sleeves at the shoulder and high neck with big ruffled collar. The skirt was very short, only to mid- thigh. It was flounced out all around by big white ruffled petticoats. Underneath he wore knee-length ruffled knickers with big white ruffles from the waist to the knee. He also wore lace stockings: darling white ruffled anklets and towering white patent spikes. To top it all off, I put a curly blond wig on his head.
Bobby was clearly delighted with his transformed appearance as he minced in his towering heels before the full-length mirror. I knew I had made a sale. "A little makeup and styling and you'll look darling," I said. Only half- kiddingly I added, "Your Mistress is going to love it!"
Bobby turned to me and sadly confessed that he didn't have a Mistress, but wished he did. He said it was hard enough to find women who could accept his cross-dressing, much less enjoy dominating him.
Well, with that kind of opening how could I resist? What would you have done? I told the sniveling little worm to get on his knees and beg me to accept him as his slave. I let him grovel and snivel for a long time to see how submissive he was. Very.
Finally I relented and ordered him to put a gloss on my shoes with his tongue, which he did with great relish. Then, I had him remove my panties and lick my asshole clean and he obeyed with equal delight. I commanded him to suck my pussy and found my new slave had quite a talented tongue. I came in an explosive climax, though I told him he'd done merely an adequate job.
As he knelt there with my juices dripping off his chin, I wrote up his bill. All together, he'd rung up about $800. worth of lingerie, which I thought a bit much. But instead of complaining when I handed him the bill he presented his gold card with nary a peep. I knew I had a live one right then and there!
As Bobby changed back into his male clothing and left the store I told him I had accepted him as my slave. His New Mistress' first command was that he not masturbate when he got home, though I knew his balls were aching. He was to come back in two days at closing time and perhaps I would allow him to relieve himself at that time. "Yes Mistress," he replied meekly. Then I told him he was dismissed.
Since that first encounter I haven't had to clean the store after hours because I have a maid to do it! Bobbie, as she is now called, does all the dusting, mopping, vacuuming and puts all the lingerie back on the racks. In addition she cleans my apartment, does all my laundry and washes my car, not to mention servicing me with her tongue when I need it!
How adorable she looks as she runs the vacuum in her high heels and lingerie. How obedient and grateful she is to her benevolent Mistress for allowing her to express her long- suppressed femininity. Under my stern tutelage she's become much more passable.
Bobbie knows if any of her duties aren't performed perfectly she's going to be whipped. She does a wonderful job cleaning but I always manage to find fault. She'd be disappointed if she wasn't punished at least a little! She craves the cane and whip!
Bobbie spends hundreds and hundreds of dollars on kinky outfits for both herself and her Mistress. I order anything I like for us, and the little darling gladly pays. She simply can't get enough. Her body is now completely shaved and I have her on hormones. Having my best customer for a slave is a great way to guarantee sales. I'd even like to enslave one or two more!