Fantasy In Satin

I woke up slowly, surrounded by a pleasant perfume, my head lying on something satiny soft. Sleepily, I opened my eyes. My beautiful wife was gazing down at me, smiling tenderly. The lace from her peignoir sleeve trailed across my face as she pushed some of my hair that had fallen over my brow back from my face.

By Bea

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I made a stab at it, blushing in total humiliation. "Not bad for a first time. Now do it again, but put your right foot behind your left, and curtsey a little deeper. Most important? Give me a nice pretty smile when you do. Go ahead then."

And she made me work at my curtseying technique and smile until she was satisfied. "You've almost convinced me that you're happy doing that. How'd you like to try on one of my uniforms? That way, when you curtsey you'll create the perfect picture." "But Ellen? I think she'll be mad if we take too much longer." Desperately seeking an excuse - any excuse to get back into my robe and nightgown. "I think you should refer to Ellen as 'madame' now. It's a lot more appropriate. Don't you agree?" "Oui mam'zelle" I said, curtseying. She beamed at me and got up from the bench and walked to her closet. "How cute! Lets get a uniform for you, eh? Ah yes" she pulled a royal blue uniform out, removing the hanger as she did so. Then she held it at both shoulders, lifting it for my approval. "Isn't this lovely? Just wait until you feel how taffeta sounds when you walk - you'll love it."

Then she opened up the back of the dress and had me step into it. I knew what she meant about the noise of the material as she pulled it up around my body before fastening me in. There was a sort of 'silky crackling' noise that seemed inordinately loud any time I so much as shifted from one foot to another. To tell the truth, I found it to be quite exciting. As I said, it was royal blue, with a square cut neckline and short, feminine, puffy sleeves. The hem of the dress fell about calf length. The neckline, sleeves, and hem were all trimmed with a small ruffle of white material that gave a deep contrast to the dress color.

I wasn't surprised when she put the serving apron over my head and tied it at the back with an extravagant bow. I winced though, when she pinned the final touch on to my hair - the lacy, beribboned maid's cap. "Come and brush my hair some more," she said softly. "Maybe you'll feel better now that you're properly dressed for the part?"

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