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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
MY BEST CUSTOMER
By Rebecca Goldstein
I can spot them a mile away. The minute they walk into my
lingerie shop I can tell which guys are buying something for
a lady friend and which are buying for themselves.
Cross-dressers all give off the same signals: they descr
ibe a "larger woman" about their size; they're much too
concerned about an undergarment's "fuller cut", they fondle
the material with too much relish and they know much more
about ladies' unmentionables than is proper for a gentleman.
So when Bobby walked into my shop for the first time I had
him pegged right away. I knew that extra-large sized maid's
uniform would never be worn by a woman. He wasn't fooling
anybody!
He drove me crazy with a lot of stupid questions when what
he really wanted to know was would it fit him. Did the
material have any give, did the gloves have any stretch,
were the straps adjustable? Finally I just ran out of
patience and said, "If you want to try it on just take it
into the dressing room."
His eyes opened wide and he said, "You mean you don't mind?"
"Sure," I deadpanned. "Your money's good as anyone else's."
With that, Bobby took several outfits into the dressing
room. It was a rainy weekday afternoon and things were slow
so we spent the better part of the next two hours trying
various outfits on him. I put the "back in 15 minutes" sign
out and locked the door to make sure we wouldn't be
interrupted.
I felt as if I was dressing a big Barbie doll as he tried on
all kinds of lingerie. I could see by the big bulge in his
panties (he ever wore them under his male clothing) that he
was enjoying himself, too! We tried corsets, tap and cami
sets, and lots of pretty frillies. But Bobby's eye was
always on the maid's uniforms, so I picked one out for him.
He looked positively adorable in it! The pink satin dress
had big puffy sleeves at the shoulder and high neck with big
ruffled collar. The skirt was very short, only to mid-
thigh. It was flounced out all around by big white ruffled
petticoats. Underneath he wore knee-length ruffled knickers
with big white ruffles from the waist to the knee. He also
wore lace stockings: darling white ruffled anklets and
towering white patent spikes.
To top it all off, I put a curly blond wig on his head.
Bobby was clearly delighted with his transformed appearance
as he minced in his towering heels before the full-length
mirror. I knew I had made a sale. "A little makeup and
styling and you'll look darling," I said. Only half-
kiddingly I added, "Your Mistress is going to love it!"
Bobby turned to me and sadly confessed that he didn't have a
Mistress, but wished he did. He said it was hard enough to
find women who could accept his cross-dressing, much less
enjoy dominating him.
Well, with that kind of opening how could I resist? What
would you have done? I told the sniveling little worm to
get on his knees and beg me to accept him as his slave. I
let him grovel and snivel for a long time to see how
submissive he was. Very.
Finally I relented and ordered him to put a gloss on my
shoes with his tongue, which he did with great relish.
Then, I had him remove my panties and lick my asshole clean
and he obeyed with equal delight. I commanded him to suck
my pussy and found my new slave had quite a talented tongue.
I came in an explosive climax, though I told him he'd done
merely an adequate job.
As he knelt there with my juices dripping off his chin, I
wrote up his bill. All together, he'd rung up about $800.
worth of lingerie, which I thought a bit much. But instead
of complaining when I handed him the bill he presented his
gold card with nary a peep. I knew I had a live one right
then and there!
As Bobby changed back into his male clothing and left the
store I told him I had accepted him as my slave. His New
Mistress' first command was that he not masturbate when he
got home, though I knew his balls were aching. He was to
come back in two days at closing time and perhaps I would
allow him to relieve himself at that time. "Yes Mistress,"
he replied meekly. Then I told him he was dismissed.
Since that first encounter I haven't had to clean the store
after hours because I have a maid to do it! Bobbie, as she
is now called, does all the dusting, mopping, vacuuming and
puts all the
lingerie back on the racks. In addition she cleans my
apartment, does all my laundry and washes my car, not to
mention servicing me with her tongue when I need it!
How adorable she looks as she runs the vacuum in her high
heels and lingerie. How obedient and grateful she is to her
benevolent Mistress for allowing her to express her long-
suppressed femininity. Under my stern tutelage she's become
much more passable.
Bobbie knows if any of her duties aren't performed perfectly
she's going to be whipped. She does a wonderful job
cleaning but I always manage to find fault. She'd be
disappointed if she wasn't punished at least a little! She
craves the cane and whip!
Bobbie spends hundreds and hundreds of dollars on kinky
outfits for both herself and her Mistress. I order anything
I like for us, and the little darling gladly pays. She
simply can't get enough. Her body is now completely shaved
and I have her on hormones. Having my best customer for a
slave is a great way to guarantee sales. I'd even like to
enslave one or two more!