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Lady Dee Elle's Maid "Fiona"

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hat is it like to spend your weekends totally femi- nized? My beautiful maid, Fiona, knows exactly what it feels like.

I was initially attracted to Fiona because of her long, straight, naturally blond hair. When she wrote to me, she de- scribed her attributes so well that

thinking

My imagination worked overtime, about running my fingers through those golden tresses, making my maid tickle my sensitive nipples with the soft ends.

I became wet, just reading her letter. I had to meet her, to see if Ishe was as sincere in person as she sounded on paper.

I have a fetish for long hair on men. My imagination worked overtime, thinking about running my fingers through those golden tresses, making my maid tickle my sensitive nipples with the soft ends. I planned to use that lovely hair to transform an ordinary trucker into an enchanting slave girl. Through the week, Fiona drives a cement truck, rarely shaves, and looks like any other redneck male. But on the week- end she is mine, and I certainly won't stand for any of that macho bullshit.

Before I would even meet Fiona for dinner, I demanded that she get both ears pierced. This would demonstrate to me that she was serious about becoming my maid. Our first meeting was wonderful. She was courteous, respectful and had a genuine de- sire to please me. Because I am not a professional dominant, I have no desire to cater to anyone

by Dee Elle

else's fantasies. If Fiona wanted to play, it would have to be my way, or no way.

Fiona agreed that she wanted nothing more than to serve as my maid on the weekends. She would please me, or any of my domi- nant girlfriends, any way that we choose. She would be available in any capacity that I wanted, or sent home if I was not in the mood to play.

Our times together are not always kinky. She is my male companion or escort if the situ- ation calls for it. This is a real life style, not a fantasy.

Fiona arrives at my door at six o'clock on a typical Friday evening and the transforma- tion begins. Tonight I chose to wear my black leather bra and pants, with black stiletto heels. Immediately, she greets me by kneeling and kissing my feet. Then she goes to the refrigerator and pours me a cold glass of wine. I sit down to read or watch TV while she takes her suitcase upstairs and sets to work, chang- ing from Fred to Fiona.

I listen to the sound of the shower being run. As soon as the water stops, I take my wine up to the bedroom. It is one of my greatest pleasures to help with the trans- formation. Applying makeup and choos- ing sexy outfits turns me on like crazy. There nothing like

is

the

thrill of creating a most beautiful maid out of an ordinary man. It is comparable to inventing an origi- nal work of art, and just as satis- fying.

I want my maid to be as gor- geous as possible. When she is absolutely stunning, and far pret- tier than I am, it makes me jeal- ous. I have to punish her for being so dazzling. I want to rav- ish her bo-dy and make her real- ize that her charms are for me alone, to do with as I please.

When Fiona steps from the shower, before she's allowed to dry herself, I hand her a razor and shaving cream. I don't want her snagging her nylons on any of that coarse stubble covering her legs. I supervise her as she runs the fresh blade over her long legs. I check that she hasn't missed a spot, then I let hr dry off. I watch as she removes the whiskers from her face. Already she is looking more feminine.

Next, I make her lie down on the bed so I can shave her back and spankable bum. She must have a lot of testosterone pump- ing through her veins because she sure gets furry in just one week. Fiona is very sensitive and ticklish. I warn her that if she squirms while I'm working on her, she will be punished. Fiona al- ways squirms.

Next, I turn her over and I lather up her chest. Soon her skin

is smooth as a baby's bum. But I never shave her pubic re- gion. I en- joy play- ing with her fuzzy love jungle. It frames her

cock and

balls SO nicely.

Fiona always fantasizes about having a minuscule cock, or no cock at all. In truth, she is built like a long-horn bull. When she' all dressed up, it's like having a

secret eight inch surprise beneath her clothes. And I love surprises!

By now, my wine is warm. I make Fiona stand up so I can test the temperature of the liquid in my glass. I bring the wine glass to her cock and ask her how cold the contents are. She usually tells me that I need a refill. Before she leaves, I lick the cold wine off her cock with my hot tongue. This teasing always gets a rise out of her.

I am not the kind of Mistress who hates men. I delight in the lean, hard angles of the male body, much like enjoying a fine piece of architecture. If I feel like appreciating a rigid penis, then I expect my slave to accept my attentions. He is my plaything, my boy toy, my evening's enter- tainment. He is a precious pet to be fondled, spanked and loved, not despised, abused and loathed. Perhaps my style of domination is different than a lot of women's, but I prefer to express my femi- nine nature, along with my de- sire to be in control.

Fiona returns with the wine and I check the temperature again. This time, the wine is much colder and my lips much more Iscalding. The contrast in tem- perature has a visible effect on my maid.

Now we start the transforma- tion in earnest. Tonight, I decide that I want to see her swish around the house in black lacy under- wear. I pick out a constricting black corselet to hold her waist. I hand her a black bra that is un- der-wired. The cups push up to give her some cleavage. I choose sheer lacy black panties to com- plete the outfit. I let Fiona pick out the nylons and shoes she wants to wear. That was a mis- take on my part because she chose white stay-ups and silver shoes, neither of which go very well. with the black lingerie she has

on.

"Get over my knee, Fiona," I order, as I settle on the bed. "You need a lesson in good taste."

I pull down the lacy panties to expose the smooth whit curves of her luscious ass. When she's

LADY DEE ELLE'S MAID 'FIONA' settled over my knee, I smack her hard until the creamy cheeks glow bright red. "Have you learned any- thing about fashion yet?" Fiona doesn't answer. She just wiggles

her sexy tail. Obviously she's greedy for more and I dish it out good.

I can feel the heat radiate off her burning backside. My hand is sore, so I push her to the floor. I take the icy wine and pour it over my stinging fingers. Fiona imme- diately laps it up, soothing my flaming skin with her tongue. I signal her to rise, with a sweep of my index finger, and we go into the bathroom. I remember to pick up a whip, because if I discipline Fiona again, I don't want to hurt my hand.

I make Fiona pull up her pants and sit in front of the large vanity while I fasten delicate pearl ear- rings in her ears. I begin to apply makeup so that she will look graceful and feminine, not slutty or clownish. She pays close at- tention because one day she will have to do her own makeup and she wants to learn all the tricks we females employ.

I apply a beige foundation to her clean skin. I use a small makeup sponge to spread the cream around evenly, making sure to blend up to the hairline and down the neck so she won't look like she is wearing a mask. I want Fiona's beautiful eyes and pouty lips to show up so I employ

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a special trick to highlight these areas. I take some pure white concealer stick and mix it with a bit of red lipstick. This gives me a pale pink colour which I dab under eyes and around her eye- brows. I also put this colour over the top of her lip. When the pink is blended into the foundation cream, it makes Fiona look very alluring. I add some colour to her cheeks by spreading some red lipstick on my middle fingers and applying it high over her cheek- bones. The colour is very subtle, because too much red spoils the natural look.

Unfortunately, most transves- tites get carried away with their makeup. They end up looking whorish or ridiculous when they use a heavy hand to paint them- selves up. I want Fiona to look soft and feminine. My biggest thrill comes when she is able to pass in public.

I accent her eyes by covering the entire lid, up to her eyebrows, with the palest blue. I put a darker blue down the centre crease. Lastly, I put a touch of white pearlized powder in the centre of her upper lid. This makes her eyes look large and alive. Dark blue eyeliner is penciled across her top lids and halfway under her bottom lid, from the centre to the outside. Her eyes are com- pleted with a light application of black mascara.

I want her lips to look full and juice, like she has just licked up the last drop of cum from a blow job. I give her lips a really slick, fresh-licked look, I take a drop of pure white concealer and put it in the centre of her lower lip. Then I cover her upper and lower lips with pink lip gloss. Sometimes I press on face powder to keep her nose and forehead from becom- ing shiny. The final result is stun- ning. If I was a lesbian, I'd be chasing her around the room by

now.

When the makeup is finished, I sit on the foot of the bed. "Kneel down, Fiona, and put your hands on my knees."

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