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I have been fascinated to find your site as it brought back a few very happy (and erotic) memories, in particular a series of events back in the late 1960's which led to me enjoying the services of a "male maid" for the summer and which I'm sure would be interesting to your readers I didn't realise there were so many "petticoating" enthusiasts out there! At the time I had a small flat in Portsmouth, in an old house that was divided into four such flats, each occupied by a single girl. It was a very happy time, we all got on well and became good friends. That summer (I think it was 1969) I had met a boy, the same age as me (21) who was on holiday from university and was enjoying a very happy relationship. He was very good looking guy, amusing company but a little on the quiet side and seemingly always happy to go along with my ideas, whether on how we passed our time together or in our youthful explorations of sexual matters. This suited me fine as I had always been a little on the "assertive" side and was very happy, to the amusement of my housemates, to be the dominant partner in our relationship. One evening my boyfriend, Lee, and two of my housemates, Sue and Paula, were in my flat having a snack prior to going out to a local pub when the fourth girl, Carol, who was doing a hair and beauty course at the local college came to the flat. I let her in and was puzzled as she looked disappointedly around. "Oh, you're all done up ready to go out, that's a pity", she said "I've got an exam tomorrow and I wanted a volunteer for me to try out the hairstyle and makeover I'm going to use". I don't know to this day why I did what I did next. I was stood by Lee, who was sitting down in an armchair, and I ruffled his fashionably long dark hair, I laughed, "well, what about trying your skills on this one, that'd be a real challenge for you". I think I was only teasing to start with but as the others joined in I suddenly became aware that Lee was going very red in the face and looking at me in an even more submissive manner than usual. I realised that this could be a really enjoyable bit of fun and suggested to Carol that she go and get her equipment. At this Lee started to protest but we soon convinced him that it would be friendly to help Carol in this way and that whatever she did would soon wash out anyway "and" I whispered to him "I'll make it very exciting for you later". Thus it was that a few minutes later a very flustered Lee had his head back over the bathroom wash basin, shrouded in a nice pink coverall, with Carol gently shampooing his flowing locks. Washing completed, he was escorted into my "salon" where Carol completed her styling and a be-rollered Lee was soon under the large hood dryer, simmering nicely! Next Carol got to work with her cosmetics kit. Lee seemed to find this particularly irksome but after a threat that if he didn't keep still we'd have to pin him down on the floor he settled down. To an accompaniment of teasing comments and suggestions from us all Carol exercised all her skills with blusher, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, eyebrow pencil and nice glossy lipstick. Her "masterpiece" completed, Carol removed the dryer hood, released his hair from its rollers and carefully brushed and combed his hair into a nice lightly curled set before "unveiling" Lee for our inspection. She had, in truth, aided by Lee's slightly feminine good looks, done a fine job and, in amongst our teasing comments, the opinion was that Lee, from the neck up could pass, in poor light, as a somewhat boyish looking girl. I was really getting quite turned on by Lee's bashful response to our banter and decided to push things a little further. "There's only one way to test of course" I chuckled, watching Lee carefully, "Let's finish the job, get him in a dress and see what he looks like". A look somewhere between pleading and horror crossed Lee's face as my flatmates greeted this suggestion with great glee. We all agreed that Lee had been such a good sport so far that he might as well go along with it and he, trying to make the best of his situation, was soon in my bedroom undressing whilst I prepared his first set of girly attire. As he soon stood before me in knickers and bra I got my first real taste of absolute power as he looked helplessly at me I could do what I wanted with him! I soon had him in black tights, a little white slip, a black mini skirt, pretty white blouse and low heeled black shoes, added some nice little gold earrings and a matching chain and led him, literally cowering, back into the lounge where he was greeted with a barrage of ribald comments and wolf whistles by my friends. We soon had him walking up and down the room, pirouetting at our command and, at Carol's request, posing for a variety of pictures for her workbook. Another debate started at this point as to how passable he looked and someone, I think it was Sue, said that we should take him out for a walk and test reaction! At this point Lee, who had taken everything in good part up to now, really started to really protest. I quickly realised that this was a step too far and indeed didn't really want to expose him to ridicule (I really did like the boy!) but, and again I don't know why, had a sudden brainwave. "OK, you don't have to come out with us", (the girls started to protest) "but if you're staying in you can clean the flat while we're out". The girls thought this was a great idea but Lee started to say that he'd done enough and wasn't going to be a housemaid. "Two things, Lee," I said in my firmest voice "Firstly, how do you think you're going to get your clothes back, and secondly what do you think might happen to Carol's photos if you don't do what I ask?" He looked at first dumbfounded and then utterly defeated before meekly agreeing. Sue commented that he was dressed appropriately to be a maid in his black and white outfit but then dashed off saying she had the very thing to complete the picture. I had forgotten that she did part time work as a waitress to help with the rent and she quickly returned carrying the frilly little white pinny and head dress that she wore for work and saying that it would suit Lee's new role to perfection. I soon had the pinny tied tightly round his waist in a lovely big bow and then insisted he kneel whilst I carefully pinned the frilly cap to his hair, an act that was captured for posterity by Carol's camera. A few minutes later we left him in the kitchen washing up! Whilst we were out I mused on the events of the evening, how what had started as a bit of fun had developed into something that I felt was going to be real fun for me anyway! I was discovering something about myself, the power I was establishing over Lee was making me wet between the legs just thinking about it! We returned to find Lee busy hovering and we insisted that he make coffee and serve it to us nicely, with the usual accompaniment of teasing comments, now enhanced after a few drinks. I soon ushered the girls out and made Lee kneel in front of me as I removed his frilly cap. "Phew, I'm glad that's over, it wasn't too bad really I suppose" he sighed. I smiled at him "I'm glad you think it's not to bad, because this is what you're going to be doing every weekend now" I said firmly "I like the idea of a housemaid and you fit the bill perfectly. I'm quite happy to keep this evening a secret as long as you play along with my idea, but those pictures could become very public if you don't". He looked dumbfounded but before he could protest I was on top of him, with my hand up his skirt, and the rest, as they say, is history. We had a wonderful summer, every Saturday Lee carried out his maid duties in his little black and white "uniform" and I loved the feeling of being able to do exactly what I wanted with him. I think he probably secretly enjoyed it as well (most of the time) and he certainly enjoyed collecting his "wages"! Eventually of course he went back to University and we lost contact but I bet, like me, he has happy memories of that summer. Best wishes, Christine Thank you for your letter Christine. I'm sure you ladies did the right thing with Lee and it seemed to work out for him as well. Auntie Helga |