My major point first. A reader wrote me last week wanting to respond to my "What If" and wondering how to do this?
When I started this blog, I wanted to make it open to everyone - but I was warned off of this idea by previous blog owners, saying I'd get inundated by smut and obscenities. To phrase it as best as I can?:
Anybody can write in this blog. ANYBODY. I simply don't want to be associated with nasty - so all anybody has to do the first time is write - and send a Word attachment to me at bdub2m@gmail for insertion in this blog. I will NOT edit it in any way - and will publish it if it has anything to do with subjects close to our hearts. THEN? If that person wishes to be an approved author - all they have to do is ask me. At that point I can make it that they can write to this blog at any time. I do reserve the right to remove them from approved authors if they get TOO nasty. Thats IT! Honest to God? I WANT contributors with their points of view. HONEST!
I obviously didn't explain myself too well about that cover for "Milked Maids". It honestly isn't easy picking out covers - and I'm about as artistic as a brick wall. That was NOT the choice of the cover designer I showed. It was MINE. (She thought it confusing). So? The next time I ask for help with a cover? maybe somebody can come up with SOMETHING? (BTW? It's selling quite well!)
Well, here's the last part of the current serial. I hope that you enjoyed it.
Serial - Career Paths May be Slippery When Wet - Part 7"
It had been agreed that Nancy would come and pick me up. I remonstrated about this, but was told rather firmly by Mistress Candace - "It's her that's taking you out. Learn to accept it. She'll might open doors for you and pull out chairs and all that good stuff. So if she does? Don't you be spoiling all of that for her. If I hear that you don't behave like a lady at all times? I'm going to be very cross with you! Maybe some day a boy will want to take you out. Just think how good this practice will be for you!"
About two o'clock that afternoon, she appeared at home, much earlier than usual. "Well sissy? Let's get this show on the road. Get undressed and get into your bath as soon as you're finished polishing that silver.""I meant to shower for tonight mistress" I said as tactfully as I could."So? What you meant to do is of no consequence, is it? I'm going to take care of your preparation for tonight. You may thank me later. But I'll expect you in my bathroom very quickly. Comprendez?""Your bathroom mistress?""Would you like me to repeat myself sweetie? Which would mean you weren't listening?""Oh no mistress. I'm sorry.""I'll run your bath. Isn't that nice of me? Making myself your maid. Shall I curtsey to you Miss?"
The irony and sarcasm in her voice were becoming more and more noticeable. I gave her my prettiest curtsey. "I'm sorry mistress. I was just overwhelmed by your kindness. I meant no disrespect."She nodded approvingly. "My! You ARE learning, aren't you? Don't be long!"
When I appeared in her bedroom, the steam for the adjoining bathroom was filling the air with a very feminine floral scent. She appeared in the doorway. "Glad you could finally make it sweetie. Get undressed and hop in."
I'd never appeared totally naked before her before, but I had no choice. I stripped off then wrapped a towel around me and walked into the steam-laden bathroom. She was kneeling down, swishing her hand in the water. "I think it's just right for you now – Mistress!"Shy, I nodded, then dropping my towel, tip-toed into the water. I had just got in with both feet, when she reached in and aggressively cupped my genitals in her hand."They're not really that much, are they? Worth all the fuss?"
I didn't answer. Just stood, shaking, until she let go and I was able to settle down into the hot, heavily scented, water.
Dazed with the heat- or cowardice – I made no objection as I was powdered with a large applicator when I had stepped from the water and been dried in a large, warm, towel.
I wasn't sure of what was happening when she started helping me into the clothes she had chosen for me that evening – they were very pretty, true – but were more the essence of femininity than the masculine clothes we had agreed on. She HAD to have something different in mind I thought as I was slowly dressed in gorgeous undies of matching hot pink satin. The bra took some time to fit to me as one of the little shoulder strap buckles gave us problems, but the camisole, panties, garter belt were no problem at all.
She then had me step into a three-tiered petticoat – one of the most ephemeral pieces of lingerie I'd ever encountered. I think each tier was of chiffon, but each was edged with a silk band of about three inches wide and in a complementary color to the chiffon. Each layer was in a different pastel shade of course, so the whole effect was very pleasing.
"Close your eyes and put your hands together up over your head. Yes, that's a girl." Miss Candace said.I did so, then heard a rustling sound ,and then a delicious feeling of silkiness sliding down over my body."Lovely!" Miss Candace said, fastening me in at the back, then fluffing the skirts of the dress out more evenly about the petticoats. "Didn't I tell you?"
I looked at the girl in the pink dress in the mirror, then turned to Miss Candace."But? But? I don't understand.""What's to understand? I distinctly told you that you'd be pretty in pink. Don't think you can deny it, can you?""But we agreed – You said you'd let me go out as a man!""Haven't you said enough about this man nonsense? I know I've HEARD enough! Now stop all of this arguing and lets get your makeup on!"
"NO! You can put me in a dress. I can't stop you. You can make me wear makeup and I can't stop you. You can spank me if you want, but if you don't let me got out of these clothes and into pants? I WILL NOT GO OUT WITH NANCY!" I was yelling at the top of my lungs. "I WILL NOT!""This is silly" she said gently. "You look nice. Nancy will appreciate you making yourself pretty for her. Come on now."I shook my head and stamped my foot so hard, my petticoats flounced prettily. "Don't care! Not going! Not going to do any favors for Nancy! You SAID! Said I could wear pants! Yes you did!"
She sighed theatrically. "Okay. Pants it is. I'd spank you just now, but it would just get your face all swollen. I'll leave it until you get home. You can think about it all evening. It's going to be a doozie! You won't sit down for a week!""Don't care!" I said, and even I caught the girlishness in my voice.
Then she had the audacity to bring out pink satin pedal pushers. "Forget it!" I said. "These are pants! Put them on!"NO! Will not!
Her eyes were ice. "You will regret this. But just so that I know? What will you agree to wear?""My men's pants. A polo shirt. I don't have any men's underwear, so I'll wear panties. No Bra. No Garter belt. My own socks. My own shoes. No makeup. No perfume.
"My last offer." She said grimly. "Non negotiable. Black tailored pants – women's. White shirt blouse – women's. Bra. Panties. No Garter belt, but knee high stockings. Women's slip on shoes – low heels. Pale gloss lipstick, nail polish to match. Take it or leave it." Then she added "There is a string attached though. In addition to the spanking I give you? You also agree to take a . . " Her mouth twisted in a smile. "Special 'milkshake' from that dispenser that you love so well."
I was waiting for Nancy, as nervous as a cat. A strange mixture of pride in my stand up to Mistress Candace was liberally mixed with the cowardly fear of what she was going to do in exacting payment. I constantly surveyed my reflection in any mirror close to me.
I did look smart, that I had to admit. I'd fought (and won) another skirmish to be allowed to wear neutral colored undies – but I still wasn't sure if they could be seen under my blouse. I kept twisting and turning to see if I could catch just a glimpse of them, but couldn't tell. Mistress Candace swore blind that my lipstick and nail polish were colorless, but I'd said they were pink. That was another skirmish – but I'd lost that one.
At seven thirty prompt, the doorbell rang. I was standing, nervous as a bride, holding the black beaded evening bag that I'd had to borrow from Rene, to hold my cosmetics and a few dollars – 'Just in case'. Mistress Candace opened the door.
I heard her say. "My Nancy! How you've grown! Would never have recognized you! Come on in! Your date is waiting – all nervous too, if I'm any judge!"
And Nancy entered gracefully (how else) as a dancer should, stately in an evening skirt of pale lavender and a lovely top of pale white silk, embellished with pleated mauve chiffon, draped around her neckline. Gorgeous!
She advanced towards me, smiling brightly, her arms widespread. We met, and kissed gently – both aware of our makeup I think."Hi Billie!" she said enthusiastically. "If you don't mind? I think we'd better rush. I passed the restaurant where I made the reservations and it looks very busy! We'd better skedaddle!"
Gratefully, I fell in with her suggestion and we hurried out. All of a sudden, I became aware of my heels making their sharp sounds against the sidewalk as we left the building. Then, from above us, came the voice of Miss Candace."Nancy? Make sure you have Billie home by ten o'clock, Okay? He needs his beauty sleep and can't sleep properly without some warm milk before he turns in! (Luckily, I was the only one who caught the inference).
But her prediction as to Nancy's behavior was absolutely accurate! I'd been concerned that she'd notice my feminine dress elements but, again, it seemed to escape her notice. It DID feel strange having her escort me though. Gently taking my arm by the elbow and leading me. Opening doors, ordering my drinks – and my meals. Complimenting me on how love- great I looked!
But I finally reacted to this as well. "Nancy! Enough! I'm well aware that it's you that's taking ME out, and I do appreciate all of this attention. But it's time you let me take over the male role tonight. I don't want to have you thinking I'm some kind of - of – sissy! Now, I'm going to take charge!
She was so impressed. Turned her beautiful eyes on me and apologized profusely for even giving the slightest indication, that she had given me the feminine role to play on the date. I glowed with pride! Bloomed in the light of her admiration! I felt virile, proud, and – let's face it – MANLY!
I'm positive that Nancy didn't intentionally get me drunk. I mean, I know I haven't a head for strong drink. But what she told me sounded SO exciting! I was enthralled!
She'd won an internship as a chorus girl in a famous Parisian cabaret – Le Crazy Horse. I knew I'd heard of it, so it had to be famous. The only problem was, that she was so young – and they demanded that she bring a chaperone! Someone mature and worldly and she wondered – would I be interested?
I was speechless, but thought that Rene would not allow it, and finally managed to say this, disappointment (or was it the alcohol) slurring my speech. And anyway? How could I possibly act as a chaperone amongst a group of young chorus girls – the management would never stand for it, surely not?
Ah, BUT! The regular girls there were very well paid. All of them had their own dressers – well, they actually called them 'maids'. It was a sort of 'status' thing with them. Maybe I could sort of serve – double duty? A sort of Maid/ Chaperone? This way, she could have the best of both worlds. She's have the status of her 'step- mother' acting as a chaperone – and have a maid, just like the senior girls at the same time!"
"But Nancy? I'm a MAN!" I protested."Of COURSE you are! That is SO obvious! "But you can't have a man being your maid. That's ridiculous!""But Billie? I'm positive! With some work, you could have an androgynous look. Like a very masculine woman?""You don't really think that, do you?" I said."Well, you really are very masculine – but with some training. Some makeup . .""Oh come on Nancy! Makeup?"
She turned her beautiful eyes on me. Eyes that were filling with tears. "Oh Billie! I was relying on you so much! Are you saying you won't help me? I mean, I KNOW how difficult it would be for a man to even try to look like a woman, especially you. But I was hoping you'd see your way to helping me out of this jam. With you, Mom is sure to let me go. Without you? I don't know if there's anyone she'd trust. Please think about, please?""I'm not saying I won't Nancy. I just don't think it would work. That's all.""But you would if you could?" she said excitedly.
Somehow, the conversation seemed to have got away from me. Things were definitely getting hazy. "I guess so" I said. She got up from her chair and rushed to my side. Hugged me ferociously "Thank you! Thank you!" she said. "I love you! You're the sweetest man I ever met!" Then she kissed me – hard.
She was SO excited. So cute as she babbled on about how she had been to this audition and that audition and who had said this and who had said that. I felt so attracted to this luscious young naïve girl that I let her run on and on. She kept stroking my blouse sleeve and looking deep into my eyes. I kept thinking that I'd like to drown in hers. Then she looked at her watch."Oh dear!" I promised Candy I'd have you home before ten." She said."What time is it?" I asked, not wearing a watch."Ten after nine.""Plenty of time!" I said jovially. Only took us about fifteen minutes to get here. Plenty of time!""But Billie? I have an errand to run. Just a quick visit to the beauty shop? My favorite operator made a special appointment for me at nine thirty.""That's okay Nancy. How long should it take?"No more than a half hour. But I don't want to get you into trouble with Candy. I know she can be mean sometimes…""Please Nancy. Let me worry about Candy. After all, she's just here to help me with office stuff.""Maybe it would be best if I just called and cancelled the appointment?" she said, disappointment leaking from every pore."Nancy? Don't you DARE! I said I'd take care of Candy – and I will!"
Despite this bravado, I gently eased Nancy out of the restaurant, into her car, then sat on pins and needles while she drove us to her beauty shop. I was very pleased to see that we were there almost seven minutes early. Not so pleased when they spent an inordinate amount of time gossiping. Stella (the operator) was entranced by Nancy's chance at fame in Paris. THEN Nancy dropped the bombshell that I was to be her maid!
And Stella accepted this as if it were the most natural thing in the world! Actually demanded that I come and see what little tricks she used on Nancy's hair. I would have ignored her, but she was adamant . Bloody woman even made me put on a smock while I was 'practicing' under her supervision. She even had the cheek to run her fingers through my hair and sniff at my 'hairdo'. Offered to 'take me in hand' before we left for Paris. An offer I ignored – but Nancy enthusiastically accepted!
Nancy wasn't going to come in. "It's twenty past ten. Candy's going to be mad. I'm sorry. It's my fault. Please forgive me?"I was dying of fright myself, but thought things wouldn't be so bad if Nancy weren't there to see it. But just my luck, Rene seemed to have got home and came out and demanded that Nancy come in for coffee and a chat.
Nancy and Rene were talking happily as we went in, but Mistress Candace was emanating an arctic chill in my direction. "Where have you been! I said TEN o'clock! I distinctly remember – or would you like to argue?"
My resolve faded. "Miss Candace. It really wasn't my fault. I DID try. Honest!""If it wasn't your fault? Who's fault was it then? Going to say it was the restaurant?""It was the girl in the beauty shop!" I said, happy that I finally had a scapegoat.
"Oh Billie!" Nancy said. "That's not fair! You were so interested In those little things she was doing to my hair. She'd have been much quicker if you hadn't been there!"And I became Judas. "But you left everything so LATE! Didn't tell me about the appointment until the last minute!"
"That's not fair Billie!" You said it was okay. You'd handle Candy!"
Rene turned towards me. "Billie? Are you back to being Billie again Priscilla? I think you are being very stupid and shortsighted. Showing off your masculinity again? Go and put your nice uniform on. Serve us some drinks!"
I knew I was in trouble with Miss Candace – and knew I was going to be severely disciplined. What was the sense in Aggravating my wife – husband - as well?
A little while later, In my jade green satin uniform, my petticoats, apron and cap I offered a drink to Miss Nancy. She hardly looked at me as she took the drink from the tray but "Thank you Priscilla" she said kindly. Then I heard her say to Rene. "What's this about a milkshake? I think I'd like to see this."Candace said "Me too! Priscilla? Run and get the harness and your lollipop, would you? Rene? Is that cream in the fridge fresh?
EPILOG:Rene shuffled through her mail. A brightly colored postcard caught her eye. She flipped it over to read the message on the back:
Everything GREAT here! Priscilla's a GODSEND! All the girls are jealous. She's settled down so much since the operation! We had a photo shoot scheduled and one of the girls got sick and couldn't come.
Sorry! This shows a postcard of chorus girls in skimpy costumes - but buggered if I could get it to copy into this blog. Put it down to my lack of technical skills!
That's me, second left from the center. Guess who that is, third from the right? (Still has a tendency to be shy, silly girl!). Some of the girls have learned how MUCH she loves milkshakes too – even though she keeps on denying it when one of us is giving her one!
I smiled and embraced him.