I showed it to him, and my heart sank. One look at his face told me there was at least some truth in the allegation.

'It's her mother!' He declared with a sigh.

I was even more confused, even if he had worn female clothes, how did his mother-in-law get involved?

'Sit down. I want to know everything.'

'It was her mother's idea, right from the start. I couldn't get a date from Jenny; her mother invited me to her house and told me if I did an hours housework I'd get a date with her daughter. I know it sounds crazy but it's true. I let her wrap a tea-apron about my waist and I did her washing and ironing. The following day I got my first date with Jenny. I did her mother's housework twice a week and she always insisted I wear an apron. One day as I was cleaning her house she said that Jenny wanted to go away with me for a weekend to London. I blushed; it had been my idea. We still hadn't had sex. Her mother said to me - 'you can go, on one condition, you stay this week-end here with me.'

I agreed, not because I wanted a dirty weekend with her daughter, but because she was quite attractive and I didn't get a lot of sex. She took me to her bedroom, undressed me and gave me a sheer silk robe to wear. A shiny back thing that came to my knees. She stripped and joined me on the bed. I was inexperienced so she took charge, showing me what to do, and eventually climbing on top of me and making love to me.

The next morning she awoke me with a demand for tea in bed. 'Wear your apron over that robe.' She said. And I obeyed. Later when I served tea she held me in front of the mirror saying, you look like my maid. Would you like to be my maid?'

I assumed it was a tease and said yes. I got my weekend with Jenny and then I was told by her mother that we should get married and all live at her house.

I was crazy to agree - but I was enjoying the sex with both of them. On the day we returned from our honeymoon Jenny's mother gave me a set of two aprons, a pale blue tea-apron made of nylon and a full-bibbed pink and white lace over satin creation!

'One for the kitchen and one for when you serve tea.' I blushed and cringed - but Jenny was obviously excited. From that day forth I did all of the housework and slowly but surely accepted more and more in the way of female attire.'

I was stunned. He was such a 'normal' man, in bed and out!

'But you must have enjoyed it, wearing skirts I mean!' I told him angrily.

He shrugged, 'I enjoyed being submissive to them.' He muttered. 'So, if that meant wearing an apron, I didn't fight it.'

I remember thinking before saying, 'And what about me? Will you obey me? Will you do my housework?'

He didn't hesitate for a second. 'Of course.' He said.

'And if I told you that you had to wear an apron?'

'I'd do it, I'll do anything you want. Anything!'

I then spoke without thinking - and my face went red at the time.

'And you'll serve my mother?'

John lowered his eyes.

'Yes. If that's what you want.'

We moved in with my mother two months later. I've haven't told her yet why John is so helpful and caring. I don't want her getting ideas about sex with my she-male 'wife', but she does enjoy his meek and passive submission to all her needs. Of course she's curious - sometimes I'm quite horrible to him in her presence, and I can see she's intrigued when he doesn't resist me. One afternoon he made the mistake of querying me when I asked him to do mother's shopping.

'Kneel down in front of Mummy and apologise. At once!' I barked. I knew he was incapable of refusing me.

Mummy was wide-eyed as John slowly got to his knees and whispered how sorry he was.

In a way that incident provoked me into going even further - if I'd had and remaining doubts about my power, that one humiliating act drove the doubts from my mind. I bought him his first dress the next day. And two days later my mother bought him his first bra!

John was actually pleased - now he could surrender and submit totally, to both of us! Which is what he wants!

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