MUMMY'S MINCING MAID! "I won't marry him Mother!" Jenny pointed her finger angrily, "I know he's rich and I know he's obedient, but it's not enough!"Her Mother smiled, "Stop fretting, all I'm asking is that you go through the motions. Once you're legally married I'll take over." Jenny frowned, "What do you mean? Bed? " She snorted, "Have you forgotten? It's me he wants in his bed!" Martha Jones flushed, but she continued firmly, "What he wants and what he actually gets are two different things. What YOU should understand is just how much influence you have over him. If you told him to wear a frock he'd probably obey you!" They both giggled at the thought. Until Jenny whispered, "He did wear one once." Martha experienced a frisson of excitement. She raised an eyebrow and Jenny continued, "It was years ago. We were playing games and I told him I was sick of being the heroine. He said he didn't mind being Maid Marion and all the other characters." "And he dressed like them?" Her mother asked. Now it was jenny's turn to go pink, "Well, I kind of insisted. I made him wear..." she faltered. Martha sighed, "Go on what...what did you make him wear?" "Some of your clothes!" Her daughter answered. Her mother blinked, "Why mine?" She asked, "Why not yours?" Jenny took a deep breath, "Well of course he did wear some of mine. He wore all of my pretty pink frocks and even my panties. But we had this game, for when you were out shopping, I'd wear most of your clothes. And your make-up. Bras and girdles and heels. You know, all little girls do it!" Martha nodded, "But what about John?" Jenny laughed, "I wanted my own maid. To help me dress, like on the pictures. I dressed him in your black silk taffeta frock and to make it fit he wore one of your bras and a girdle!" Martha stared hard at her daughter, "Did he WANT to wear them, or was it all your idea?" Jenny shook her head. "He hated it at first, but as you say, he did anything for me. Eventually he got used to it. And we always enjoyed the game." Her mother grinned, "That just proves my point. He'll do what he's told. Tell me...is he a virgin?" Jenny shrugged, "Yes. I've let him, pet me, but nothing else." "Alright," Her mother whispered softly, "here's what we do. You tell him you want to marry him, but that he'll need 'coaching' in sex." Jenny's eyes went wide, but her mother continued relentlessly, "It's not as ridiculous as it sounds. Many cultures have older women to sexually educate and prepare young men before marriage." "And I suppose YOU are the woman who'll prepare John?" Jenny sneered. 'And why not?' She said calmly, 'If I can transform this gorgeous creature into an obedient husband for you, why shouldn't I be rewarded?' Her daughter giggled. 'Alright. You train him and we both bed him!' Her mother smiled, 'You'll need to force the sex issue. He needs to feel inadequate. And get him into a nightdress, or at least a frilly nightshirt.' Jenny took John to her bed that same night. In bed she was insatiable; she simply couldn't get enough of his young and handsome body. But HE was not easily aroused. Impatient with his excuses SHE lies on top of him. As she stares down at him with her thick greedy lips so close he knows he should be angry. But as her double chin wobbles with her excitement; as her naked breasts swing over him, as she crushes him beneath her ...he becomes aroused! As her massive hips jerk into him, as her ham-like hands paw and maul his tender flesh. He reacts! Her mouth is everywhere. And he writhes and wriggles under her bulging flesh. He claws at her back and urges her to greater excess. Her eyes glitter with excitement as she sees what is happening to him. Her eyes settle on her nightdress that lies next to them. Remembering her mother's advice. Acting purely on instinct she lays it over his bare chest. Her hands caress him through the filmy material as though he is a girl. His nipples bud as she cups his small but girlish breasts. He gasps and tried to deny what is happening. But she KNOWS. She manhandles him into the puffed sleeved and lace-trimmed nightdress. And SHE makes love to him. The next morning his mother-in-law arrived. A woman bigger and uglier than his wife. And he is shocked to discover she knows about his nightdress. But when he sees the clothes she has brought..female clothes, for him, he blushes red with shame. He turned to his wife, "You can't be serious!" Sally was pink in the face but quietly determined. "Last night was wonderful..for both of us. But why only in bed? Why can't you be a woman ALL of the time. Mother needs a maid. I want a wife. Why fight what we both know is right?" He shook his head. She WAS serious. The two females stood over him. His wife handed him the bra...HIS bra! But it was his mother-in-law who told him to wear it. "You will wear this because you are a maid. Because you are a woman!" She said calmly! John sighed and picked up the bra. It was a gold-coloured with molded satin cups. He knew instinctively that it would not only fit him, but that it would shape his chest into a convincing cleavage. He knew it had all been planned; he knew they wouldn't let him refuse, but he wanted to know how far they would go. "And if I say 'No'?" He asked quietly, "If I don't want to be a servant; if I won't agree to being a housewife. What happens then?" Martha cuffed his head saying sharply. "Don't be stupid. You know you don't have a choice. Get undressed!" He backed away from her; this gray-haired woman was big and fat..but she was also strong. She went white with anger. Both females acted at once. He was grabbed..and manhandled until he was bent low in front of his mother-in-law. She hiked her skirts high, revealing the tops of her thick nylon stockings. His wife shoved him headfirst between her thighs! He was gripped tight...and he felt hands tug at his trousers. smack smack smack! His mother-in-law used her wide leather belt to great effect. smack smack smack. sob squeal smack smack! When he was released he was stunned by the experience. His mother-in-law points to the stairs, "Go upstairs, and get ready. DO IT!" John flinched...at that moment he HATED her..he rubbed his smarting rump. What choice did he have...and yet Jenny was right; the previous night's lovemaking had been marvelous! He looked at Jenny...and she simply nodded saying, "I'm afraid she's right. You have no say in the matter; you will simply obey. You are now MY wife...and Mummies maid. Go upstairs and get changed, wear the bra and the new nightdress; we'll join you shortly. " Wave after wave of shame swept over him. His legs went weak and rubbery. After a moments hesitation John walked towards the stairs. When Martha and Jenny entered the dimly-lit bedroom John was standing nervously next to the huge double-bed. And he was wearing the bra and the full-length gold taffeta nightdress! His face was pink and he was on the verge of tears. His full lower lip trembled..and his fingers played nervously with the skirt of the sheer nightgown. And then he sees what she is wearing! The blood drains from his face. His knees buckle. His wife is wearing a cute nightdress made of soft white nylon - she looks stunningly sexy - but it is the tent-like bulge jutting from her skirt that terrifies him! Jenny is wearing a strap-on dildo that bobs excitedly as she moves towards the bed, towards her feminized husband! Jenny stared at hard at her husband. She points to the bed. "Lie down...and don't look so glum...you look lovely!" His face a mask of fear, John obeyed lying sensuously on his back...on the huge double bed. His small breasts jutted sexily from under the frilled neckline of his nightie. His long pale hairless legs seemed to glow softly. Martha licked her lips. "You're beautiful...really beautiful..." She whispered thickly as she unbuttoned her black linen skirt. "We'll show you how good life can be as a woman...relax...lie back darling..and enjoy!" As her daughter joined her husband on the bed Martha hurriedly dressed herself in a flowing nightdress of soft pink silk taffeta; and then, with John watching, she strapped on a massive and extremely lifelike dildo! John was only vaguely aware of her mother...to his own amazement, John welcomed his wife's bizarre appendage with open arms and legs that spread wide. Breast against squashed breasts, belly against belly, thigh flattened against thigh. They writhed in a frenzy of lust. John palmed and cupped her soft girlish breasts. Jenny sucked and nibbled on his! She used her knees to unlock his thighs as she rubbed herself against him in a circular motion. Her hips began to buck and thrust against him. In a parody of the sex act she jerked herself faster and faster against him. And John met her furious onslaught with a mad passion that surprised them both. It was as though all his senses had been switched on, he became alive, vibrant and sensuous under her touch. There was no question about who was the dominant partner in this bizarre encounter...John squealed and writhed and moaned like a schoolgirl. He threw his head back so she would kiss his throat, he shoved his breasts up begging her to suck and kiss his quivering nipples, he arched his back so she could hammer her pelvis into his body...and he opened his thighs in abject surrender! 'Say you want it!' She hissed, 'tell me you want the dildo!' 'Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes! Do it to me!' He breathed. And his wife penetrated him with one swift and brutal jerk of her wide womanly hips! And when Martha joined them wearing her own stiff jutting dildo, when the two greedy females made a human sandwich of his feminized body he simply surrendered to their lust. He whimpered and moaned..but he endured their stabbing frenzied assaults. They took turns with him bending his rubbery limbs this way and that. He was a sexual plaything, a love slave...and they used him all night long! Over the following days Martha and Jenny changed their plans. He was to be more then a lover; more than a maid. He could be a bride! A real wife! "But he needs more training, a wife should be more submissive and obedient." Said Martha. Jenny agreed. "He should be broken in harness, like a horse. Trained to obey any female instantly and without question." And John accepted their training, in bed and out! Night after night he shared their beds. His hair grew longer, he became more and more feminine, more and more submissive. Jenny used him like a servant as well as a lover...and on the only occasion he objected to this she forced him into a humiliating maids outfit for the rest of the day. A maids cap made of stiff starched cotton and threaded with black ribbon. A thin nylon low cut frock made of the flimsiest flowered silk. A stiff nylon net underskirt. A tiny satin apron edged with stiff nylon lace. Fishnet stockings and skyscraper high heeled shoes. "This is humiliating!" He complained to Martha later. Martha wanted nothing more than John naked in her arms. "Why what's wrong with it darling, I think it's gorgeous. Very sexy." He was maid, he was slave..and he was beginning to like it! Even when he was forced to curtsey..even when he was made to kneel. When His wife entered the room he curtsied prettily; when his mother-in-law walked in...John dropped instantly to his knees..and kissed the hem of her frock! And he was spanked every day! His mother-in-law made him wear a bright yellow baby-doll set for his 'punishment sessions'; and his wife watched with delight as he was laid over her mother's lap...and spanked like a babygirl! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Until he lisped and told them he was THORRY! Her mother was very patient; she explained it all to him as though he were a slightly deaf and awkward five-year old; "You wear a nightdress in bed...like a wife; you do the housework dressed like a wife...so it is only logical that you BE the wife." He tried to explain his own feelings, "But I don't know anything about BEING a wife. I accept that being , well, female, in bed is very nice. And I know Sally enjoys it. But that doesn't mean I can simply change sex!" She dismissed his fears, "It's all a matter of training. I'll use you as my maid. And I'll teach you all you need to know about being a wife. But I want everything legal and proper; you will get married again, AND you will have a second honeymoon! But this time ...YOU..will be the blushing bride!" John felt a thrill of fear and bizarre excitement; he fluttered his long eyelashes at his mother-in-law, "Will...will you come along too...on the honeymoon I mean." And he blushed prettily. Martha was shocked..he was actually flirting with her. "Oh yes..." she whispered huskily, "I'll be there...I can promise you that. But you have a lot to learn first my girl! And she took him in her arms..and kissed him with a mad passion that stilled and removed all his lingering doubts. But it took many weeks to get him ready; he cried often as they dressed and trained him; to be a bride! Eventually they agreed he was ready...for marriage. And to John the wedding ceremony was something of an anti-climax. His wedding gown was sumptuous of course. A floor length creation in silk taffeta; falling full and wide from the yoke it needed six stiffened petticoats underneath. John liked its flattering stand-away collar and the wide satin ribbon that was tied in a huge bow in its center. The three-quarter sleeves were full and elasticated at the wrist. He was not surprised that it was not a white wedding; his gown was a pink, a deep candy pink. Totally female!. Martha had done wonders with his hair, now a deep blonde color and permed into soft feminine waves. He made himself up, having become adept in the use of cosmetics over the past few months. His girlish lips were caked with bright pink lipstick..and lipgloss. He could feel it heavy and cloying...giving him a sultry, pouting mouth. Martha, dressed in crimson satin, spoke as the groom! And it was he John who promised to serve, honor and obey! The months of feminization actually worked in Jenny's favor. She had been nervous about the wedding night, but one look at John told her he really was her 'trembling virgin bride'...and that there was no question...he truly was acting the 'female' role! Reassured by this she took control. Mother had suggested she wear pyjamas for the first night...and she had bought a beautiful multi-layered nightdress for John. Made of heavy silk with its own lining of silk taffeta and a covering layer of soft petalled lace, it was a stunningly exciting outfit.. The color was soft pink with dark red and green flowers. Stunning and ultra feminine! She laid it out on the huge double bed saying, "Get changed darling." John stared at the gorgeous nightie. He could not understand; his body simply ached to wear it! He undressed in a daze. Jenny, undressing herself, eyed him carefully. Her mother had warned her, this was the crucial test, if he went along with this as a 'bride' as a 'wife'...she would have him forever! John picked up the nightdress. His hands shook violently as he raised it over his head. Jenny saw the slack-jawed expression on his face as the nightie enveloped him. She heard him gasp as the soft taffeta folds caressed his naked flesh; Saw him greedily slide his palms over the rustling full skirted nightie. "Get into bed darling." She urged. She didn't want to give him any time to think; this was their honeymoon; this was her chance to dominate him completely! Holding his voluminous skirts with one hand, John raised the icy smooth bedcover with the other; he slipped into the huge double bed and lay shivering under the silk sheets. He watched as Jenny dressed in the scarlet pyjamas. When she slipped into bed beside him he lay still and uncertain. He felt silly..and very shy. Jenny smiled to herself; all to the good, she didn't want him to touch her until she was ready... Her hand slid over him, he felt silky and frothy..and his limbs trembled at her touch. "You look lovely darling..thank you. Thank you for being my bride!" She pulled him close and kissed him. And she smiled inwardly as his soft painted lips parted to allow her tongue to slide deep inside his mouth. It was a long slow-burning kiss. John seemed to melt, his whole body turned to jelly under her kisses. She kissed his throat and cheeks; she stroked him and told him he was beautiful. Her thigh slid over him...and she worked his skirts up as she caressed him. John thought he was in heaven; her palms stroked his breasts through the layers of material that covered him. His nipples stuck up rigid and trembling...he wriggled sensuously under her. He lifted his buttocks so she would be able to get the hem of his nightie above his hips. Jenny was gentle at first; she stroked and caressed him, murmured soothing encouraging words to her 'bride'. But his passiveness, his submissive and female reaction to her lovemaking aroused her more violent instincts. Her kisses turned to bites; her hands mauled and twisted where once they'd stroked and caressed; the slow, rhythmic gyrations of her hips became urgent thrusts that slammed into his spread-eagled body beneath her! She pulled his rubbery limbs this way and that; she forced him into humiliating and submissive positions, cuffing him when he was slow to obey. She used his body as though it were a rag-doll; a sexual plaything that could be sued and abused to satisfy her every whim. And he accepted everything she did to him! He gasped and whimpered, he oohed and aahed..but he did not complain! By the time the cold light of dawn shined through, John was MORE than her wife! He was her lesbian slave! Kneeling astride him, her face inches from his she spoke to him. "What is your name?" She demanded. John stared up at her and whispered. "Betty. My name is Betty and I am your wife!" And his face burned with shame. Her hands mauled his tender breasts, "And whose are these?" She asked. John winced and replied, "They are yours!" He lisped. Her eyes glittered in the dim light. "Yes. MINE. All MINE. YOU are mine." And John pouted his bruised and swollen lips saying. "I am a woman. YOUR woman." That was the moment her mother walked in! John was shocked..and excited. Her mother was dressed in a black corset..with red spiked heels and sheer black stockings. She slipped into bed beside them. Her hands stroked his breasts through his nightdress. "Why darling you're so PRETTY!" Jenny slid to one side...and John gasped as his mother-in-law slid a heavy thigh over his trembling body. He glanced at his wife...but she ignored him. He looked up at his mother-in-law expectantly. She grinned down at him in the dim light. "See how he waits for me...." She said to her daughter, "He waits like a love-slave, he waits because he has no will of his own, you've done well." Jenny shook her head, "He hasn't tasted the new dildo yet." John stiffened, his eyes bulged. It was a monster! He shook his head silently. His mother in law spoke quickly, "Get it...I'll hold him down...you fit it on me!" John felt her hands hold his wrists. Her heavy weight pinned him to the silken sheets. Over her shoulder he saw Jenny hold out the monstrous dildo. Huge and lifelike. He was appalled. He opened his mouth to protest and her thick red lips silenced him. As her greedy tongue explored his mouth John felt his wife's hands fumbling between them; she was fastening the dildo to her mother's hips! He felt massive knees nudge his thighs apart; he whimpered girlishly; his fear was real. And his whole body went rigid with shock as he felt the first hesitant touch of the dildo! He writhed and wriggled...and then, with one swift urgent thrust of her hips she rammed it home. John arched his back..his mouth opened wide...his eyes bulged. And his mother-in-law began to thrust and jerk...in and out, in and out...faster and faster, harder and harder! Jenny was whispering in his ear; "You are a real woman now darling, you are my wife!" And it was true!