[Gentle Abuse]

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(1)
I left that cold family alone with my suitcase and came to this city to attend university.
I will never forget my first meeting with Jane. Jane, a successful graduate of the university, was invited to give
a speech to us freshmen. I was immediately captivated by her beauty and fell deeply in love with her,
not even noticing that she was several years older than me. Perhaps I lacked maternal love since childhood, and my beloved older sister
had also passed away in a car accident four years ago.
When her speech ended, I quickly grabbed my notebook and asked her for an autograph. Seeing me glancing
at her shyly from time to time, Jane also noticed me. Although I don't have the strong physique of a man to be proud of, and am a
round-faced man with a small frame, and my skin is very soft and fair, Jane paid the
most attention to me among the group of people waiting for autographs. She carefully asked for my name and gently stroked my flushed
face with her hand. I felt a sweet warmth.
Less than a month after our first meeting, I met Jane again. It was summer vacation, and since
only my father and stepmother lived at home, I didn't want to go home at all. I just wanted to find a short-term job to earn some money. I had just run into a
law firm looking for a cleaning job when I ran into Jane.
Jane remembered me very clearly and called out my name without hesitation. She was three inches taller than me, with long,
soft, golden hair that curled down her back, perfectly matching her black velvet dress, making her look very cute. For
some reason, I felt an immediate connection with Jane, and under her kind inquiry, I
told her everything about myself. Jane didn't speak for a long time, just looking at me with loving eyes. Finally, she told
me, "I'm sorry, there's not much work at the firm, but I need someone to help at home, but..."
Jane paused and then said, "I'll invite you to my house for dinner tonight, and we can talk about it then."
Jane was probably busy, as her apartment was rather messy due to lack of cleaning. Without Jane saying much, I
tidied up her room a bit and then went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. This was a piece of cake for me;
I used to do it every day at home. Jane sat on the sofa, smiling at me, probably quite pleased. Seeing that I had
cleared the table and dishes after dinner, Jane asked me for a glass of brandy.
I sat on the sofa next to Jane, watching her sip her brandy while watching TV, feeling incredibly happy and excited
. Jane was a beautiful goddess to me, and looking up at her so closely filled me with excitement.
"Do you love me?" Jane suddenly turned to me and said, "I mean, do you like me and would you be
my fiancé?"
I could hardly believe my ears. Overwhelmed with happiness, I collapsed onto the carpet, staring intently
at Jane's face. Seeing that she wasn't joking, I quickly scrambled to my feet and said repeatedly, "I do, I do."
Jane saw my exaggerated movements and shook her head, saying, "Don't answer so readily. Becoming my fiancé
isn't so easy. You know I'm a somewhat well-known lawyer. I'm very tired from work, and when I get
home, I just want someone I love to care for me. Seeing that my feet are tired after a long day, I want to be able to massage
them to ease my fatigue."
As she spoke, she gently extended one foot towards me. I quickly sat cross-legged on the carpet, understanding her gesture
, and took Jane's foot in my hands. I took off her high heels and gently placed her foot on my thigh, mimicking her foot massage. I did
n't think there was anything wrong with it; it was a great honor to serve the one I loved. Moreover, Jane's feet, clad in stockings,
exuded a faint, musky scent of leather, soft and fleshy, and I felt increasingly pleased as I massaged them.
Jane continued, "I don't need him to help me in my career, I only ask that he can do
my laundry, cook, and manage the household chores. In short, I want a gentle, virtuous, housewife-like husband who
is absolutely obedient to me. Can you do that?"
While massaging her feet, I hurriedly replied, "I can, I definitely can."
I would agree to any condition as long as I could be with my dream lover.
That evening, Jane invited me to stay. She said, "You can stay here for now. If we really get along
well, we'll get engaged."
After helping Jane bathe, Jane told me to wash myself as well. I hadn't brought any clothes with me, so she
brought me her own pink lace panties and a beautiful pink silk nightgown. I felt apprehensive after putting it on
, but Jane, before I could speak, said, "You must feel very warm and cozy wearing my lingerie,
right? Remember, this helps cultivate your feminine taming instincts. You need to step into your
role now. Also, your name is too masculine; it's not good for being a gentle and virtuous housewife. From now on,
I'll call you Annie."
Annie was Jane's pet name for me. Although it sounded like a girl's name, what did it matter? I was her
irreplaceable subject. I'd be happy even as a love dog, let alone Annie!
Lying on Jane's large bed, she held me naked in her arms and kissed my soft, rosy lips
. I felt that Jane's lips were simply indescribable—soft, moist, and elastic, giving me an
urge to bite them. Jane's breath carried a sweet fragrance, intoxicating.
She opened her fragrant cherry-like lips and sweetly said, "Aini, relax completely, don't move.
Remember you are my gentle little housewife, you must be passive and submissive." Then her smooth, soft, delicate tongue
slipped into my mouth, licking everywhere. At the same time, her two strong, pink arms tightly embraced my chest, her
hands gently circling my nipples, occasionally pinching and lifting them.
I could clearly feel Jane's firm, full, and swollen breasts rising and falling behind me, rubbing against me and
stimulating my entire body; meanwhile, Jane's hot, delicate tongue hungrily sucked on my tongue, sending a
surge of excitement more potent than fine wine to my brain; most importantly, my nipples felt tingly, numb, swollen, painful, and itchy,
a strong desire rushing down my body, my penis standing erect. But I could only keep twisting my body, my hands
tightly gripping the bra and panties Jane had just given me, daring not to make any other move.
After a long while, Jane looked up, panting, and asked, "Darling, how do you feel? Do you really want it?"
Her hands continued to pinch and pull my nipples.
My face flushed, I nodded, and looked at her expectantly.
Jane stroked my head tenderly and said, "Not now, Annie. We'll talk about that after the engagement, but
there's a substitute." With that, she flipped over and sat on my head, her vulva pressed against my mouth, her
hands twisting my nipples even harder.
...
The next day, I carried my suitcase and moved all my belongings over. Jane had me sleep in
the guest room next to the master bedroom. She insisted I decorate my bedroom in pink, like a girl's boudoir. She
said, "Here, you must forget the strength and initiative of men and strive to cultivate feminine gentleness and submissiveness."
Her bedroom was naturally larger than mine, which I thought was appropriate. I just didn't like having all my washed women's
underwear and other women's odds and ends hanging in my bathroom, but Jane didn't like her room being cluttered.
Since Jane and I moved in, she's said most of my pajamas and underwear are old and she's thrown them all in the trash
. Actually, the pajamas and underwear I wear now are all hand-me-downs from Jane. Most of them are because she's had
enough of them, and some were gifts she gave me on special occasions. At first, I was quite embarrassed, afraid people
would see me wearing a see-through women's nightgown and the lace panties underneath. But when I wear
women's clothes, Jane always seems to give me more love and care.
"And besides," she says with a twinkle in her eyes and a gentle smile, "you have no choice, do you?"
She playfully pinches my nipples through the soft, see-through silk fabric.
Now my nipples are particularly sensitive, and whenever Jane is home, she pinches them hard every now and then. Before
bed, she applies breast enhancement cream to my chest, and worst of all, she uses a breast pump to vibrate and stimulate my breasts;
half an hour later, my nipples are abnormally red and swollen.
To be honest, Jane was very caring. Seeing my nipples red, swollen, and painful, she would always bend down and
gently soothe them with her soft, moist tongue. A few days later, she measured my size and bought me a bra.
"Wear this," she said, "it will protect your nipples. It's for girls who are just starting to develop, it'll fit you perfectly."
I had no room for negotiation with Jane; whether I liked it or not, the bra was on my
body. But honestly, the bra was very form-fitting and comfortable, and it provided warm comfort to my swollen and painful nipples
.
Since I started wearing the bra, Jane no longer pinched or twisted my nipples forcefully (even though they had started to grow ), and instead gave them more gentle caresses; the breast pump no longer vibrated or stimulated my breasts, although 　　I still applied
breast enhancement cream every night . 　　Every morning I woke up at least an hour before Jane. She liked me to help her sit on the bed to eat breakfast. 　　When I served her coffee and bacon, Jane would always smile and give me a sweet kiss. It was so wonderful; I felt 　　it was my joy to serve Jane. While she ate breakfast, I would arrange her dresses and underwear while 　　she gave me her plans for the day. She always planned out my tasks before she went home, 　　never letting me have a moment's rest. Sometimes, she would whistle and tease me when she saw me busy with her clothes. 　　Under her tutelage, I had gotten used to kneeling on the floor to serve her; with her encouragement, I also 　　obediently wore the girlish doll-like costumes she prepared for me every day. She liked to tease my legs, insisting 　　that I shave all my body hair and wear at least 3-inch heels at home. She explained that this was to 　　give me a height that matched hers, making it easier to kiss. This was indeed true; before, I always had to stand on tiptoe to kiss 　　Jane, which was much easier with high heels. My Jane was so thoughtful; I fell in love with those lovely high 　　heels. 　　Every day, while she brushed her teeth, I would start running her bathwater. That morning, I was wearing a very short pink 　　satin doll-like dress. As I bent down to run her bathwater, she forcefully twisted my penis through my lace panties. 　　I screamed loudly and plunged straight into the warm, perfumed bathwater. She could 　　see from my offended expression that I was very unhappy, but Jane said nothing, simply taking off her long nightgown and getting into the large bathtub herself. 　　"Soap my shoulders and breasts first," she instructed me as I served her, completely unconcerned about my 　　expression. 　　My beautiful satin nightgown and matching lace bra and panties were completely soaked. 　　Needless to say, my high heels were still dripping wet on my feet. 　　Perhaps this was a test for me; with a hint of hesitation, I slowly picked up the bath sponge and gently began to 　　do what Jane had instructed. Seeing my eyes filled with tears, she smiled knowingly. 　　For some reason, seeing her smile made my heart race, and I heard myself apologizing to her 　　. 　　I turned on the shower and thoroughly washed us both, then helped Jane out of the tub. Ignoring 　　the damp satin and pretty lace of my nightgown clinging to my body, I quickly used a large 　　, fluffy towel to dry Jane. Jane gently patted my cheek and smiled, saying, "Annie, you're such a sweetheart." 　　She wrapped her beautiful body in the towel, "Quick, dry yourself off. You'll have to help 　　me get dressed later." 　　I could only obey, my knees surprisingly weak. 　　During these two months of vacation, I've become increasingly frail and feminine. When I get up at night to urinate, opening 　　my sleepy eyes and seeing the scattered women in the room, I almost forget whether I'm male or 　　female. Because my penis is tightly restrained between my thighs by an internal device, I've developed 　　the habit of urinating while sitting. 　　Jane initially insisted that I wear this internal device at all times, even requiring me 　　to restrain my penis when wearing men's clothing. She called this cruel garment my "crotch-shaping suit" and would often 　　ask with a smile if I was wearing it. Due to the special function of the "crotch-shaping suit," the front of my lace panties appeared 　　smooth like a woman's. 　　Although my life was becoming increasingly feminine, I knew Jane didn't want to turn me into a woman; she simply wanted 　　a male housewife, a feminine husband who would help her in life. I gladly accepted her.

I was to train her, to become her male housewife, a feminine husband who would help her in daily life. For
Jane's happiness, I was willing to give everything I had, to do everything I could.
School was about to start, and Jane said to me, "Annie, drop out. I need you, and you can't live without me.
Besides, household chores don't require much education." She took out a set of jewelry. "This is my
engagement gift for you. If you have no objections, take this necklace, ring, and earrings, and we'll be officially engaged."
The day after I dropped out, Jane pierced my ears and put her gift on me. Now, I
hadn't had a haircut in almost three months; my hair was quite long. With makeup and a pretty dress, no one could tell
I was a boy.
That very night, I lay on Jane's big bed, and Jane knelt at the base of my thighs, her hands caressing my small
breasts, for the first time taking my penis into her body. The stimulation of my chest and the excitement of my lower body vibrated
every nerve and muscle in my body. With a fiancée like Jane, I was truly happy.
(2)
Not long after I dropped out of school, I learned that Jane had enrolled me in a beauty course. I was very surprised; I
don't think I had ever shown any interest in this area. Of course, I always admired Jane's beautiful clothes
and makeup. Her clothes and makeup were always perfect; she had a strong yet slender figure and
captivating eyes—the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. However, I didn't know what she thought of my body.
Now, Jane was sitting on the chaise longue in the living room, her intelligent blue eyes looking at me with concern. I was
massaging her feet, which were clad in stockings. She understood my concerns about attending the two-week beauty course.
“Annie, I know how you feel right now. But you must remember that once we’re married, my job
is to work and earn money, honey, and you’ll stay home and take care of the household chores. You won’t break
our agreement, will you?”
“But Jane,” I said, “beauty classes are for women. I bet there won’t
be any other men in the class. I feel like it’s so stupid, like the only rooster going to a hen’s party!”
“Maybe so,” she chuckled, “but if I put makeup on you, who would know you’re a man? Anyway
, you’ll be playing the traditional housewife role between us. I don’t want you
to be clumsy in daily life. To support my career, you have to be a good housekeeper. Are you
ironing my clothes, helping me with my makeup, or scrubbing the kitchen floor clean? All your efforts, though mostly
behind the scenes, will help me become a successful lawyer. I’ll be proud of every little thing you do,
knowing that you’re helping me succeed and making our family happy.”
I knew arguing with Jane was difficult and pointless. As a somewhat successful lawyer, her arguments were always very
persuasive. For the past three months, I had listened to her almost entirely, and I always tried my best to fulfill her wishes.
It was an honor to be Jane's fiancé; as a matter of love and trust, she was practically the authority figure in my life
.
After I finished massaging her other foot, she smiled and said, "Thank you, baby. That was very comfortable."
I quickly went to the bar to change her drink, hoping it would please her. I used to occasionally enjoy a cocktail after dinner
. Now, apart from sipping the remaining liquid from the corner of her mouth, Jane wouldn't allow me to drink anything alcoholic
. But giving it up was worthwhile.
When I returned, I saw her casually taking off her panties, pantyhose, and bra from under her skirt.
"Here, darling," she smiled, "go wash these properly, and then make the bed."
Actually, Jane knew she didn't need to ask me to do these nighttime chores. I knew she was doing it to assert
her authority. I tiptoed and kissed her cheek before getting to work.
As I gently squeezed the soap bubbles off the pantyhose, I pondered. "Yes," I thought, "I
can take such meticulous care of my sweetheart. I wash and iron every single piece of clothing she wears, inside and out,
so she can go to the office feeling comfortable and neat. She never has to worry about anything at home. In these ways, I can truly be proud
." With warm feelings of love, I hung Jane's underwear one by one on the towel rack in my bathroom
.
During the two weeks of learning cosmetology, I learned a considerable amount of makeup skills, much like a woman. I was
the only male in the class, but no one knew. I rarely spoke; when I had no other choice, I could only draw out my words
and speak softly.
I never went out in women's clothing with other people. After the first uncomfortable day
, I didn't hesitate to let Jane know how miserable I was. She lay down on the recliner, smiling and gesturing
for me to sit on the floor beside her feet. Then, she didn't care about my temper at all, just wanted me to tell her
what I had learned.
Now the course was over, and I think I had learned a lot. After many practice sessions, my skills
even surprised Jane. She often brought her secretary Julie home, giving me more opportunities to practice. Julie
also thought her boss's future husband's hair and face were "truly fashionable."
The first time I gave Julie a beauty treatment, I was completely unprepared and quite embarrassed. Jane insisted that I
wear a pretty beauty uniform, which was actually a very short, tight dress. Through the almost transparent
fabric, the pretty lace on my bra and the embroidery on my panties were easily visible. When Julie
saw me wearing white 4-inch heels and complimented my legs, my face turned bright red.
When Jane asked Julie to take off her outer clothes to avoid getting wet, I felt excited, as if I had a
chance for revenge. At first, she refused because she knew it was inappropriate to be in a room with a man like that.
"Oh, don't worry, Annie," Jane noticed her concern. So, Jane had me come over and sit on her lap
, playing with my nipples through my clothes with one hand and the earring on my earlobe with the other.
“Just treat him like a girl,” she grinned. “That’s
why I’ve been training him for months.”
Then Julie changed her tune and had me unbutton the back of her skirt. After Julie took off her skirt…
All that was left was underwear. I was pleased to see that Julie's lace shorts and bra were both pale yellow, but
the lingerie wasn't as fashionable as Jane's.
It felt strange to be in a women's uniform with two lovely women wearing only thin underwear.
Jane asked me to prepare drinks for both of them before I did Julie's beauty treatment. While I worked, the two girls
chatted about things in their office, and I couldn't join in, so I just did my work.
Finally, Jane and I helped Julie get dressed. At Jane's instruction, I knelt down to smooth her skirt,
and my face flushed again. Julie bent down and gave me a sisterly kiss on the cheek, then slipped a five-
dollar bill into my uniform through the collar.
Jane told me that Julie would be going home with her every Monday and Thursday to get her hair done. Of course, I
would be happy to do these things for my lovely fiancée. But serving a complete stranger
was another matter entirely. As Jane's fiancé, I felt as if I were being degraded,
serving as a beautician for someone else—it was humiliating. I let Jane know how I felt.
"That's good, Annie. After a few weeks of providing beauty services to Julie, you won't feel like she
's a stranger anymore. As my personal secretary, Julie has been a tremendous help to me in the office. Making her look
radiant is very important to me. From now on, I want you to show Julie the same
courtesy and respect you show me. Annie, if you think about it, you should thank Julie for giving you this
opportunity to practice."
On Thursday, I used all the methods I had learned to make Julie as radiant as possible. It
wasn't actually that difficult; she was naturally attractive. Of course, Jane insisted again that I wear that beautiful
beauty gown. “Your dress like a girl will make Julie feel more comfortable,” she smiled. “And the way
your pretty lingerie is faintly visible through the thin fabric makes you look adorable. You’re
even more adorable when you blush; I love that.”
That evening, after giving Julie a beauty treatment, I helped her put on her suit skirt from behind. This time, her
lingerie was a soft light blue. As she put on the narrow skirt, I secretly enjoyed
helping her roll it up and straighten it against her warm lower body and thighs. After helping her zip it up from behind, I knelt down and lifted
the hem of the skirt, gently tidying the lace.
I hadn’t forgotten Jane’s words and thanked Julie profusely for giving me the opportunity to practice.
Seeing the sparks of intelligence in Julie’s deep blue eyes, I realized I had unconsciously performed a woman
’s curtsy. My face flushed, and my hands unconsciously gripped the skirt of my beauty treatment dress, the green skirt with its many
lace trims. She smiled brightly, congratulating me on how beautiful my lingerie was, and then
played with my bra through the semi-transparent fabric of her uniform. My face flushed even more.
"Annie is really cute, isn't she?" Jane asked Julie. Before Julie could answer, Jane invited her to stay
for dinner and asked me to bring them drinks before they ate. She said they needed to discuss
a contract their office was reviewing.
After dinner, I cleaned the kitchen, and Jane called me into the living room. Jane was still discussing business with Julie,
and she didn't stop to look at me, only pointing to her feet. I realized she wanted me to
massage her feet while we were discussing business, and my face flushed again. I dutifully knelt down before her feet and took off her high heels to
massage Jane's feet.
But doing this servant's work in front of Julie felt incredibly humiliating. I wished the earth would crack open
and I could disappear into it!
About 20 minutes later, Jane moaned happily, thanking me for the wonderful foot massage. She playfully
pinched my earlobe and smiled, saying, "Now it's time to massage Julie."
I knew I couldn't resist. My cheeks were burning. Still kneeling, I turned to Julie. I
tugged at the hem of my beauty gown in disappointment; it had all rolled up between my thighs. Julie casually lifted
one foot and placed it between my thighs to rest. The three-inch heel of her shoe pressed tightly against my thigh through my skirt and stockings
. Utterly humiliated, I took off my delicate shoes and slowly resumed my work.
The two ladies continued their conversation, seemingly oblivious to my shame.
As I diligently worked on Julie's soft feet, their voices drifted past my ears, reflecting on my humiliating position
. I was in a completely submissive position. My lovely Jane, and now her
secretary Julie, seemed to find accepting my services the most natural thing in the world. Perhaps it was what I should do
; I belonged to Jane, and Jane was mine, and I should do better for Jane. A warm
feeling washed over me at the thought. I held Julie's feet, lost in thought for what felt like an eternity.
Julie patted my cheek with her soft little hand, smiling down at me. "That's good enough, Annie
." Lifting her stockinged feet from my skirt, she handed me the cups, gesturing for me to pour them
drinks.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied automatically. It wasn't until I had both cups in hand that I realized
what I had said. Why had I used such a servant's tone of respect? Julie certainly wasn't older than me.
In fact, I thought she was a few years younger. As I brought the drinks over, my mind was still in turmoil.
Jane informed me that Julie would be staying the night.
"Annie, I think you need to behave better. Go, baby, get the bed ready now.
Julie and I will be finished with our drinks soon."
Thank God, I thought she wouldn't make me wash her genitals this time, lest I feel humiliated in front of Julie again.
"Put on your pretty yellow nightgown." Watching me finish and head towards my bedroom, she added,
"Then come over and give us a goodnight kiss."
"We?" I was surprised. What did she mean? And why was she making me wear a yellow nightgown?
Undoubtedly, it was my prettiest nightgown, but this women's nightgown looked far too short. It was only
slightly longer than my bra, with soft yellow lace trim. And the ruffles were knotted and cinched at my slender waist.
The lace panties that went with the pajamas could be pulled up above my waist, leaving my belly button completely bare.
Jane also had me embroider a "K" on the left leg of the lace panties and on the left breast of the pajamas.
Knowing I was going to be shown off in front of Julie, I cleverly rolled up what was between my legs,
secured it with a crotch bra, and then pulled up the lace panties. The pajamas also included a wide
yellow ribbon to hold my brown hair back, and a pair of fluffy, four-inch yellow slippers with bows at the front. Following
Jane's usual instructions, after checking myself in the mirror, I consciously and slowly walked into the living room. Both girls
were lying on two large chaise lounges close together.
An unexpected silence followed, then Julie whistled. Jane spoke first, "You look absolutely adorable
, Annie. Come closer, then turn around." She gestured.
I felt very awkward. As I slowly turned around, my cheeks flushed again.
“Incredible,” Julie sighed softly, her fingers tracing the small “K” on my lace panties.
“You have a slender figure and beautiful thighs, Annie.” Her hand boldly continued to play with my
left thigh as she turned to Jane. “Jane, I think Annie should be a girl. Look
how beautiful she is! And I can’t imagine how you’ve trained her so well. You’d better lend her to me
for a few days.”
My eyes were fixed on Jane. “Yes, she’s like a lovely doll,” my fiancée drawled
. She took my hand and slowly pulled me to sit on her chaise lounge. Gently, she pushed me back until
my ribbon-adorned head lay on Julie’s skirt, resting between the folds of her thighs. Jane’s eyes
were fixed on me, as if trying to penetrate my soul. She lowered her lips and kissed me softly. Her hand also slipped inside my
nightgown, lifting the curled lace of my beautiful nightgown bra and playing with my sensitive nipples. Her firm, warm
tongue pierced my lips. Her frenzied kisses pressed my head tightly against the mysterious female
delta beneath it. It was as if Jane was using me as a tool to intimately caress her young, beautiful secretary. Julie
moaned softly, swaying her hips slightly. Her gentle fingers seemed to know how to caress my earlobe. I gasped
for breath, my body burning, and I couldn't help but moan too.
After a few minutes, Jane lifted her head and stopped. Her eyes gleamed with a condescending sparkle of love. As
the one who had sexually harassed me, she seemed to assert complete control over my body and mind. Julie continued to caress my ear;
somehow she seemed to understand my feelings, knowing I had completely surrendered to the will of my beautiful fiancée.
My head remained resting outside Julie's paradise; I could feel my heart pounding, and
a surge of heat rising in my lower body. When Jane pulled my hand again, making me sit up, I felt a look of disappointment in my eyes
. Then, Jane made me stand up straight. She smiled knowingly and helped me straighten my pajamas and straighten
the lace belt of my pretty lace panties.
"Now go say goodnight to Julie and then go to bed. Darling, you'll have to
prepare breakfast for both of us tomorrow morning. Oh, and put an extra nightgown on my bed. I think Julie will like the blue
one."
Although my face was flushed, I bent down and gently kissed Julie's cheek. Thank you,
she accepted and sweetly said goodnight to me.
Before leaving, Jane handed me two pairs of pantyhose that I had just changed out of and two pairs of lace panties that I had also just changed out of. I
knew that the light blue one was Julie's pretty panties, but it was dirty.
"You know what to do, darling." She smiled and gently patted the bottom of my yellow lace panties,
signaling me to leave. "Annie, don't forget, you have double the responsibility tomorrow morning. Have a good sleep."
(3)
To me, my beautiful fiancée was the absolute authority. Soon I also accepted her secretary, Julie,
as another part of my new life. Although she was two years younger than me, Jane insisted that I treat Julie
with the same respect and humility as I would treat her, as if it were a natural habit.
That day, as Jane explained our relationship to Julie, I was serving tea. My cheeks flushed with shame, and
I turned to retreat to the kitchen, but Jane insisted I stay. I stood facing them in a very short apron
, my fingers nervously fidgeting with the pleats. My eyes were fixed on the floor, and I wished it would crack open
and swallow me whole.
“Annie’s lifestyle is a little different from yours and mine. Julie, you know that as my secretary, you will inevitably
become a more important aspect of my private life. I’m happy to be a lawyer, and I intend to be a
successful one. I’m entering a man’s world, full of very powerful men. Julie, do you
know how much power they wield?”
I heard a soft “No, ma’am.”
Jane continued, “They are clever and cunning, and ruthless when necessary. This is because they
can enjoy the sweet service of a little wife when they come home. No matter what storms they weather outside, when they return home,
they have a spouse who is willing to dedicate their life to them, help them recover from their fatigue, take
pride in their success, and cherish everything about them. My lovely Annie, he is also willing to be such
a little wife for me. He will be my ideal housewife, always loving me passionately, respecting me, and obeying
me.”
As she said this, she gestured to me, and I walked forward to where she was sitting, our toes almost
touching.
At her instruction, I slowly knelt down. My disheartened eyes looked down helplessly, but were quickly
drawn to the strong, stockinged thighs peeking out from beneath the slender, fashionable skirt. I remembered the pride I felt last night when I had conquered them.
Her cool hand gently stroked my feverish cheek. "Of course, it's not easy for Aini.
It's very difficult for a man to play the role of a traditional woman, but I'm very proud of him. He's
trying very hard, and I'm helping him as much as I can. It would be best if you helped him as much as possible, giving him more opportunities to adapt.
We want to reduce and eliminate his strong tendencies and encourage his feminine manners. I think the other day you..."
" It's interesting, a good idea, to suggest that Annie should be a girl, but he must always remember that
he's just my lovely, feminine boy. That way he'll always remember his rightful place."
She paused, handing me her empty cup. Wearing three-inch heels, I
stood up as gracefully as possible and hurried to get Jane some tea. I felt the two ladies' eyes fixed on my rustling skirt.
After refilling Julie's cup, I returned to my kneeling position.
“Annie knows I expect him to be obedient to you and make you happy. If he causes you even the slightest displeasure,
let me know immediately. As my secretary, you're very busy, so we'll create a schedule for Annie to
help you at your apartment. He'll have to do housework, laundry, and other household chores, giving him more
opportunities to practice. Also, I want Annie to learn how to entertain guests. That way, when I'm entertaining guests at home
, Annie will be more comfortable serving ladies and gentlemen.”
Jane lifted my chin, looking into my eyes. “I think our little Annie is happy to be obedient to
women. But making gentlemen happy might be a little less desirable.”
I couldn't believe what she was saying. Seeing the shocked look on my face, she grinned. Although I
couldn't see Julie, I knew she was smiling too.
Jane's horrifying gaze still lingered in my eyes. "These days, most girls have a lot of
suitors before marriage, so I'm going to hire a man to help him experience that feeling. Charles
is coming over next Friday night to join us."
It was all so sudden. Jane's recent "feminine role training" for me hadn't included this at all.
Of course, I didn't like having another man in our house, especially not as my "knight." I
started to object, but Julie boldly interrupted my protest.
"It's not bad, Annie. All girls are shy and hesitant when they first start dating. Once
they see a tall, strong man around them, they feel good and enjoy the
experience. Just wait and see, soon you'll be longing for a handsome young man's arms to embrace you,
eagerly anticipating his attention."
Julie's radiant smile didn't convince me, because I wasn't a girl, just Jane's gentle and virtuous fiancé.
Jane spoke before I could even open my mouth.
"Sometimes a young girl longs for the tender embrace of a handsome man. She'll spend most of her time
reminiscing about their first meeting, sometimes even writing his name over and over again. This is
the emotional world of a young girl's developing mind and body. I don't want you to miss out on cultivating this important emotion. After you've finished tidying up the tea set,
go get some paper and a pen. Write your new boyfriend's name 1000 times,
using as delicate a girl's handwriting as possible. As you write, carefully consider
what your first meeting with him will be like, imagine what kind of mood you'll be in for him, think about what
pretty clothes you'll wear, as well as your lingerie and high heels. I think you'll be very attractive to him if you dress appropriately
. Imagine your legs going weak and you being pulled into the man's strong arms."
Her words intimidated me, but she put a finger to my pink lips, indicating that we should stop
arguing.
Almost two hours passed, and I was still obediently sitting at Jane's large table, carefully writing. I tried to dispel
the ideas she had just instilled in my mind. Somehow, Jane's words became increasingly vivid in my mind.
Charles—I thought it was a strong name. I wondered what he looked like and how he would
perceive me. Would he treat me warmly, as if I were some attractive young lady? Or would he be
disgusted by my effeminate appearance? How should I react if he approached me? Worse still
, what if he touched me? I was startled. How could I even think of such a thing? It was nauseating!
Julie's hand slapped heavily on my shoulder, disrupting my thoughts. She was inspecting
my work with a radiant smile.
"Annie, have you decided what to wear?"
I felt a surge of heat. What right did this girl have to ask such a question? Despite my displeasure, her
hand moved familiarly from my shoulder to my left breast, stopping at my bra. Her fingers
lightly circled the "K" as if reminding me of my position. She continued to smile patiently, watching my
wide eyes, waiting for my answer.
I finally lowered my head and whispered, "Not yet, ma'am."
I was sure she could sense my dislike for her, and now I had to try to control myself and not let my feelings show
. But she didn't seem to care (or perhaps she had other intentions), and she continued, "Let me tell you, it
feels like my first date with a boy was just yesterday. I was so excited, even a little nervous." She giggled
, with a mischievous and mischievous look.
As she continued, she moved to my side, placed both hands behind my back, and gently moved them
to caress the outline of my bra straps. My face was flushed, but I tried to politely show
interest in what she was saying.
She was excited to share these girlish emotions with me, but I felt incredibly awkward. I was sure
there were things that no one had heard from her lips yet. And here I was, a man
, listening to these girls' thoughts under her caresses. As she spoke, emotions gradually took over my mind.
I thought about how I was becoming increasingly vulnerable under the constraints of women's clothing. The fitted waist of the dress, the bra
gently supporting my already swollen breasts for a sense of security, the delicate high heels accentuating my alluring curves, the raised
ankles forcing me to take small steps, the tiny heels causing my hips to sway gently, and
the soft rustling of the dress and stockings against each other—I felt I had become accustomed to these women's lifestyles. Julie must
have already taken me for a sister. A strange sense of intimacy washed over me; I felt Julie had become
somewhat closer.
That night, we were all in Jane's bedroom. I was helping them prepare the beds, getting ready to return to my own.
I slept in her room. Jane was probably right; I had quietly begun to enjoy the feeling of being submissive.
As I helped Julie unzip her pants and take off her coat, I realized I had changed. I
gently pulled down her pantyhose and delicate mint-green lace panties, and although her vulva was very close to my mouth, Julie
was quite natural, and I was no longer embarrassed. As I helped her put on her pink doll-like pajamas,
I felt a special intimacy. I knew, of course, that I was being forced to obey Julie, but now it felt as if we
were sisters. As I knelt before Julie, Jane smiled and gently ruffled my ribbon-tied hair
, and with her other hand adjusted the pink panties I had just helped Julie put on to match her pajamas.
"Annie, you are such a lovely little girl," she smiled, "I knew you would become
the best little housewife and maid a woman could have!"
I blushed. But I could do very little of what she said. These wonderful women knew
the truth of what she said. Julie bent down, gently cupped my face in her hands, and pulled me closer to
her. She placed a warm, lingering kiss on my forehead. I felt her firm nipples
pressing against me through her thin nightgown. After the embrace ended, she handed me her and Jane's underwear.
"Now say goodnight to your lovely fiancée and go back to your bed, sister!"
She treated me like a sister? My mind went blank for a moment. As Julie jumped into her spot on the large bed, Jane grabbed
my arm and pulled me into her strong embrace. Even though I was wearing three-inch heels, I couldn't help
but smile at her. She was such a strong woman.
Jane's warm, powerful tongue pierced my lips, and with a sweet moan, I completely surrendered to her. I lifted
my right foot and placed it behind my left, crossing my legs and relaxing to fully enjoy the strong, sweet kiss. Julie saw me
in this typical feminine pose and giggled softly.
Before I went back to my room, Jane told me again to think carefully about what to wear for Charles.
She wanted an answer by the next morning.
I couldn't sleep that night, my mind filled with Jane's words. What should I wear? Charles
, such a strong name. I wondered if he was as strong and powerful as his name suggested.
How would I react in the arms of such a strong and powerful man? Would my first time be like Julie's? Should I
wear a white silk blouse? Oh no. I think it's too short. And too feminine.
Oh, what should I wear for Charles? As I drifted into restless sleep, his name kept
repeating in my mind.

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