Minnie the Maid

Part 1

Samuel and Jennifer found themselves on the unexpected journey of a lifetime when Samuel's uncle passed away, leaving them a country house nestled in serene countryside. This unexpected windfall granted them financial security beyond their wildest dreams, prompting them to make life-altering decisions.

With their newfound wealth, the couple decided to resign from their mundane jobs, eager to embrace a life of leisure and pursue their passions. Jennifer, a compassionate soul with social conscience, threw herself into organising charity events and supporting various causes. Meanwhile, Samuel, chose to pursue writing and soon harboured dreams of penning the next great novel.

As the days turned into weeks, it became apparent that Samuel was struggling with, what he confessed to Jennifer, to be a severe case of writer's block. While Jennifer was constantly occupied with her charitable endeavours, Samuel found himself with empty hours and days. In an attempt to break the monotony, he turned to online games and indulged in reading erotic fiction, seeking an escape from the emptiness that enveloped his days.

One day, in a bid to escape the clutches of boredom, Samuel decided to explore the hidden nooks and crannies of their newfound home. Following the back stairs from the kitchen, he stumbled upon what must have been the maids' quarters during the house's heyday. The rooms were frozen in time, a relic of a bygone era, complete with mid 20th century furniture and a store room where clothing waited patiently for new occupants from beneath dust covers.

The sight sparked an idea in Samuel's mind. Inspired by the erotic tales he had read online, he contemplated the possibility of incorporating the concept of a man donning a maid's uniform into his writing. Intrigued, he returned to his study and spent the day researching 1950s'-era maids' and the cultural nuances surrounding it.

Over the next week or two Samuel fell into a routine of visiting the maids quarters and putting on a dress on days when Jennifer was away. Every time it was the same routine, strip down to boxers, step into the dress, feel the material swish against his legs as he twirled back and forth, masturbate, feel ashamed, swear never to do it again, put everything back.

One final time Samuel promised himself after finding corsets, pants and bras in a chest full of underclothes in the attic.

Since the discovery just slipping a dress over his head was no longer enough. This last time he would go all the way one more time, fully dress as a maid, go down to the kitchen and act the fantasy out. Perhaps even make a cup of tea.This is just writers research he told himself as he undressed, but his penis knew better.

The corset was a functional foundation made from a faded pink brocade fabric - a utilitarian garment. It felt cold against his skin and a little too big as he fastened the busk, using the hook on the wall, he began to lace himself in. It was as if his cock was a puppet controlled by the corset laces, each tug on the corset hook resulted in a throb form his rock hard cock. Samuel resisted the call of the cock, he knew, from past experience, that if he weakened and came now he would never go through with it.

When a 2 inch gap at the back remained the corset was laced so tightly around him that only small breaths were possible he smiled at his image in the mirror, the corset had transformed his silhouette, accentuating his chest and altering his posture. Emboldened by the transformative effect, Samuel imitated the way Jennifer dressed and leant forward as he fastened the thick cotton bra and scooped his manboobs into the cups.

Thick, hardwearing, woollen stockings, and lace-up boots came next, now he needed just one more thing to complete the ensemble.

The pièce de résistance, a 1950s'-style maid's dress in thick, hardwearing black fabric, hung before him. He hesitated briefly, enjoying the feeling of anticipation, before stepping in and begin the seemingly impossible task of buttoning up the back of the dress. Contorting his body again in an effort to reach the buttons between his shoulder blades he paused and let his aching arms hang loosely at his sides. Samuel took a break from the elusive remaining buttons and admired himself in the mirror. Just one thing spoilt the line of his uniform. He knew exactly what would take care of the tent in the dress. He lifted the hem of the maids dress to his waist and began to stoke his throbbing cock slowly. "No rush, mistress is away," Samuel said aloud as he watched the maid in the mirror smile back at him.

Just as his first stream of cum hit the mirror Samuel heard a floorboard creak nearby. In the doorway stood Jennifer, a smirk on her lips, an iPhone in her hand. "Well this is a surprise Minnie the maid, it seems I've stumbled into a new chapter in our lives, I will help you with the top buttons once you are finished doing that," she teased.

Samuel blushed furiously, his cheeks aflame with embarrassment, in the come down from orgasam the usual mix of shame and vulnerability was a thousand times worse this time. As if caught wearing the uniform was not humiliation enough he had been caught midsturbate by Jennifer.

"Please don't call me Minnie," he stammered, attempting to give time to come up with a reasonable explanation for wearing the uniform.

But Jennifer was not ready to let her advantage slip, she pointed to his chest. "It says Minnie right there, why would I call you by any other name?" Jennifer continued teasing as she walked behind him. "I had no idea my husband had such unusual work aspirations. Maybe housemaid is your true calling!"

He wanted to take the clothes off but Jennifer stepped behind him and locking eyes with his reflection in the mirror, she began fastening the remaining buttons with a mischievous glint in her eye. As she worked her way down his back, Samuel asked her to stop, he wanted out of the dress. "I was only trying a uniform on for writers research."

In an instant Jennifers expression went from amused to angry. "You only try something on if you are unsure it will fit Samuel," taking hold of his shoulders she spun him around to face her and began counting off points on her fingers.

Out of 20 plus uniforms stored in the staff store room you 'just happened' to find one uniform in this closet that fits you perfectly.

By chance the underwear and shoes that were once stored in the attic appear in the same closet and also fit.

You arrived here in a robe freshly showered.

Jennifer pointed at a toy bear on a shelf

4. The camera never lies.

Samuel interrupted, admitted it was not the first time he had put on a dress. "But it's the first time with underwear." He confessed he felt ashamed of himself once he had masturbated and always vowed 'never again' when he took the uniform off.

"But you and the camera both know 'never again' never lasts." Happy Jennifer was back as she mentioned the lack of any proof he was actually writing and how he was always playing computer games. "I am hurt you sneak off to wank in a uniform Samuel. Now it's out in the open, well between us I mean, let me say I am okay with you playing housemaid. And if Minnie wants to help out I would be okay with that, then it could remain our little secret." She paused, wiggled her iPhone. "What do you think?"