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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And she was right. There was no indication now that I was anything other than a personal maid, working on my mistresses hair. Slowly, I became more comfortable, both with what I was doing, and being. When she'd started with me in her room, I'd been hoping to satisfy her, then return to my 'own' clothes. I knew now, that this was going to be highly unlikely, but was starting to accept that any voice I had in what she was going to do with me was minimal.

"Like this room, do you?" She asked. I looked around taking in the feminine drapes and furniture, the bright window looking out over the garden through french doors, the attached bathroom only a portion of which was visible. "Oui mam'zelle. Very pretty." I said becoming more and more capable in the role she had given me. "It's really highly unusual for a maid to get a suite of rooms like this, isn't it?" She asked. "Now that you mention it mam'zelle? It probably is."

She smiled. "That's enough Henrietta. Put the brush down. Let's go and talk to madame. Shall we?" I gave a small bob, then did as she had told me, following her along the hall to Ellen's office. She didn't knock. Just opened the door and stuck her head in. "Hi sweetie." She said. Then, taking a hold of my arm she pulled me into the office behind her.

"What are you doing in that get-up? I bought it for him." Ellen said. "Oh. She pissed me off a little, so I gave her a little spanking." Rose answered easily. "After I'd done that? Couldn't see much sense in following the schedule. To tell the truth? I think she was ready for it. Right Henrietta?" I gave a bright smile. Curtsied. "Oui mam'zelle." I answered, though I'd no real idea of what she was talking about.

"My god! A french maid! Oh, you devil!" Ellen laughed and going over to Rose, embraced her. They then kissed. Full on the lips and for a long time. They finally stopped but, keeping an arm around each other, turned to face me. "You don't mind me kissing another woman, do you Henrietta?" Ellen asked. " Mais non madame." I said. "You see? Rose and I have been ... friends .. for a long time. But see, we kinda like having a man around at times. One all nice and soft and girlish - it's stupid probably, but we both like a man's equipment to be available to us occasionally. When you hired me, I sensed that you were exactly what we needed, so we set up this little play - you don't mind. I trust" she added sweetly. "Non madame." "Very good. So effective immediately, you can take over Rose's job - and room. She'll take over yours. Isn't that nice?" "Oui madame."

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