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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"Just one thing Henrietta? I did say that Rose and I like your .. equipment?" I didn't know what was expected, so did a quick bob. "Well you need a few little modifications. Tonight? You'll shave everything down there. Everything, understand?" "Oui madame." "Then you'll powder yourself there and put a little perfume on as well." She turned to Rose. "Shalimar?" Rose nodded, and spoke to me. "There's both powder and perfume in your new bathroom. You can use them." "Thank you mam'zelle." "And from now on, you'll be shaved, powdered and perfumed down there at all times. Understand?" Ellen said firmly. I nodded and curtsied.

"I think we should tell her about her cousins." Rose said. Ellen bit her bottom lip. Smiled sympathetically at me. "Yes. I guess so." Then she thought for a second or two before continuing. "Frances and Emily? They're not really your cousins. They are related to you but it's a more distant relationship than that. See, their grandmother got shafted by your grandfather both sexually and financially many years ago. As a matter of fact, a large part of your estate should by all rights be theirs. They don't really want that though. What they want is you.""Me madame?" "Yes. It's quite strange actually. They're girls. Absolutely no doubt about that. At the same time, they want to revenge themselves on your family by doing to you what your grandfather did to their grandmother."

At my puzzled look, she added "Screw you. Make you into their ideal girl. They've bought dildoes and have been gradually finding out what to do with them for the last few weeks. Now, here's the thing. I've pretty well told them that they're welcome to your backside - just as long as they leave the main equipment for Rose and me. With you all sweet and girlish in your maids uniforms, I don't know if they'll be able to keep their hands off you. So? Tell you what. Why don't you run along. Tell them that Rose and I would like their company for dinner." She looked at the clock on her desk and shook her head. "That means that you'll have three hours to come to some arrangement with them. Don't cry if they tear your pretty uniform or underwear, there's lots more."

I stood, transfixed in horror. She took two of the maid's bells from the mantel shelf. "Here. Take these with you. One for Frances, one for Emily. That way you'll know when they want you. Now? Off with you, like a good girl. Rose and I have some catching up to do." "Oui madame" I said.

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