A Night With The Girls

My wife, Diane, had very long and soft auburn hair. It was very thick as well. It fell to the middle of her back in very large and soft curls that spilled over her shoulders. One night I had just come home from work and she was sitting there by her vanity lightly combing her hair. As I watched her I began to get very, very excited and somewhat lost watching her.

By Maurice Mickey Maschke

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Diane then had me please each of the girls again and then they sat around again and talked while I played with myself in the corner. The evening ended with the girls looking at me and telling me that they would expect me at the store tomorrow evening at 6:00 pm, dressed and ready to serve. Diane told them that she would definitely have me there. And they walked out.

Diane then sprayed me with perfume again and took off her jumpsuit and made me please her with my lips for the next several hours.

After we were through she then led me into the bedroom and got out a nightie for me to wear to bed. She then led me to the bed and tied me down, hand and foot. Taking a large Ostrich feather duster she then began to tease me over and over. She made me explode twice then as she conditioned me more and more that I was a girl and her slave. And I truly was.

The next day for work I wore women's under clothes, including a bra under my outer garments. I was to call Diane at noon, in a girl's voice and tell her how I felt during th day. And then I was to wait for her to pick me up and take me home to get ready for the night. I told her that I would do as she told me.

Well, that's the story of my night with the girls. If there are any Ladies out there who would be interested in discussing this I certainly would like to hear from you. I hope everyone enjoyed this little story. It's all true, and I've been looking for a Lady ever since to allow me to experience this life again. Be Well....

The End

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