SUBMIT TO YOUR WIFE! 'Did you iron my blouse?' Jenny asked as she applied lipstick to her lips. Jim looked away, 'Sorry I forgot.' His wife turned on him angrily. 'You FORGOT! Listen. I'm the one who goes out to work. It's my money that pays for the rent. If YOU were working you'd expect me to do everything! Now get up and iron my blouse. Polish my shoes and handbag and make my breakfast.' Jim stared at his wife. She looked extremely sexy. Clad only in her lace bra and matching white silk half slip she aroused him with her fury. 'Is that what you want? Me to be your little househusband. Should I wear a frilly apron and cook the meals?' Her eyes narrowed. 'Mock me all you want. But if you don't want to be the housewife around here get a job. Now, are you going to iron my blouse or not?' 'OK, OK, I'm doing it.' He muttered sulkily. That evening she arrived home to find the house had been cleaned and Jim had cooked dinner. And he served the meal wearing a frilly white pinafore! She giggled. 'Thanks, you'll find me very appreciative in bed.' 'I'm far too tired for sex.' He answered with grin. 'Then lie back and let me do all the work.' She said. And that's exactly what they did. For the next few weeks Jim was almost the perfect housewife. But his wife wasn't convinced. One morning she waited for him in the kitchen with a surprise. She opened the box and placed its contents on the kitchen table. Jim frowned as she piled a satin frock, wide starched underskirt and long bloomer type knickers before him. She explained in a calm patient tone. "You are an actor..an out-of-work actor, but an actor none-the-less. When you wore this a few weeks ago everyone said how convincing you were. I want you to wear them now. I want you to convince ME!" He blushed and replied, "But that was just a silly pantomime! Why should I wear them now! I've told you I'll do the housework..and Yes, I will obey you. But this is silly!" She sighed, "Don't you see, it simply won't work. We can't just swap roles and hope it will all change. I want MORE than housework. I want you to submit to me...in everything. Financially AND sexually. I want to know that when I come home that you will be here, looking sexy AND submissive. I can't give orders to a man in trousers!" They stared at each other for what seemed an age. Jim eventually dropped his eyes. "But I'll look stupid." He muttered. Jenny knew she had won, but she kept her voice level and calm as she replied, "You won't look stupid if you take it seriously. A woman is supposed to take time and trouble over her appearance. And that is what YOU will do. You will learn to use make-up and pretty clothes so that when I walk in that door I see what I want to see...a wife!" The silence stretched. Jim had gone quite red in the face. Jenny herself was a bright pink..but she stared at him defiantly. Softly, almost in a whisper he answered, "You won't...you won't tell anyone..will you?" Jenny could have hugged herself. "Of course not..it will be our secret. Now why don't you get dressed. I'm going shopping...when I get back...I'll expect to see my wife waiting for me...my pretty, sexy wife!" Jim dropped his eyes. His face felt hot and he knew he would burst into tears if he spoke. He nodded..and Jenny walked away. :::: She opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Jim was stirring something on the stove. He was wearing the calf length satin frock. A pale pink number that had huge puffed sleeves and a wide flared skirt. She saw the apron strings of a very smart white apron tied into a bow just above his buttocks..and she whistled at the sight of his legs. Long, slim and very sexy in sheer hose. And he was wearing her white high-heeled court shoes! Jim whirled around. He hadn't heard her come in. He was wearing a pale pink lipstick and rouge. He had used mascara and eye make-up with obvious skill..he looked truly girlish! But it was the sight of his jutting bust that caught her eye. And he blushed as he recognized the lust in her eyes. "They're falsies," he stammered, "just foam rubber inside that old fashioned bra." Jenny was amazed, "Come here." She whispered thickly. Jim chewed his lip and slowly walked towards her. He felt, and looked like a shy young bride. Jenny slipped her arms around him and kissed him. A long lingering kiss. Jim felt his knees go weak. He sagged against her and moaned through her teeth. Jenny ran her hands over his satin-clad buttocks. One palm slid up to cup his breast. Suddenly her lust seemed to explode. He felt her shove him backward over the kitchen table. Her hands shoved his satin skirt and starched petticoats up his body. "Hold them!" She told him huskily. And he obeyed with a throat choking excitement he could not explain. Jenny stared for a long moment at his pink directoire knickers..and then with one furious jerk she dragged them down...Jim gasped aloud. But Jenny ignored him and with one savage jerk of her hips she mounted him and as he opened his mouth to protest her mouth silenced him. her hot thrusting tongue invaded his mouth. And Jenny began a ferocious assault of his feminized body! It was crude and vicious...and yet he found his body responding...until he was actually urging her on.."Oh YES..." he breathed.."Yes Yes Yes, please don't stop...oh yes." Jenny leaned back to stare with slitted eyes at her husband. Her jaw was slack with excitement..her eyes glittered dangerously. It was as though she were seeing him for the very fist time. And she rammed herself into him until he was whimpering like a girl! Her hands clawed at the bodice of his frock ripping it from him...so she could kiss and nibble his breasts. Her selfish use of his body continued until his whimpers turned to squeals of girlish delight. And she made him whisper his deepest most secret longings into her ear. It was sexual surrender! Total submission! Now he was a wife...no...more than a wife!! A submissive frilly lesbian love-slave! The very next day Jenny bought him the black satin apron...and he knew she was taking over. He had often worn ordinary kitchen-type aprons, he always did the washing-up. But they both knew this was different; and he was meant to understand. "You can wear this when you wear my black stockings darling." She told him. He blushed a deep pink. This bizarre black satin creation, with its ridiculous crimson lace, and its ridiculous heart-shaped pockets..this was a symbol...and if he wore it...it would symbolize their new relationship. SHE would be the boss; HE would be the satin servant! But it was such a GORGEOUS apron; and it WOULD go with the black stockings and the red suspender belt!..He couldn't stop his hands from reaching out. It's smooth round skirt and its square shaped bib-front stunned his senses. He ran his trembling fingers over the stiff red lace frill. Shiny red satin ribbon had been threaded through the sides of the apron...and all along the apron strings; the startling contrast between the shimmering black satin, the crimson lace and the shiny red ribbon was breath-takingly sexy! It was very tartish..and deliberately so. It suddenly occurred to him that no housewife would wear such an apron; it was not something one wears in the kitchen. He looked at her...and she blushed! "Yes," she whispered softly "..It's for the bedroom." There was a dull roaring in his ears; he felt weak and faint. He sat down heavily still holding onto the rubber pinny. "You want me to wear this in bed?" He muttered in disbelief. Jenny shook her head dismissively. "No. I've bought you a new satin nightshirt for in bed...no, this is for when you SERVE me in the bedroom." Jim frowned. And she continued, "Yes. I want to formalize our relationship. I want you as my..." she seemed to hesitate, "I want you as my uniformed satin servant. And I expect you to call me Mistress." The words hung in the air like a threatening cloud. Jim stared at the apron. His whole body simply ached to wear it. But HOW could he accept such a nonsensical proposition. It was insane. The silence seemed to last forever. And when he didn't answer she handed him the matching maids cap...also black...and black satin knickers! Her words were thick with excitement. "This is your... uniform in the bedroom. Wear it with the black silk stockings..and your new shoes." She told him. Jim stared at the high-waisted satin panties with their crimson lace trim He experienced a hot flush of shame...he knew his face was burning...and yet he answered her as they both knew he would. "Yes, yes of course Mistress."