Being a Sissy for Viv Ch. 07

Once I'd agreed, Viv's attitude had softened and she'd stepped forward and hugged me. 'It'll be OK Chrissy, you'll see', she'd whispered.

Viv smiled in the mirror at my confession, I had to smile back, it had been OK. More than OK.

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes as I concentrated on my eyes and Viv watched her sissy at work. Getting my eyes right had been my biggest issue all week, while my latest efforts did make me look more feminine it was always a bit ragged. I tried to take my time and not look to Viv for help or advice as I applied the pink eyeshadow to my lids and then moved on to the liner and finally mascara. When I'd finished, I glanced at Viv. She was still sat up in bed, still smiling and enjoying her tea. Calmly watching the man sat in her bedroom, in pretty pink lingerie, trying to make his face as feminine as he could.

The next step Viv had told me to do in the basic steps was blusher, a bright red and my first attempts had made me look horrendous. I carefully applied it, determined not to overdo it. It was always easier to add more, a hard-learned lesson from my week.

Finally, I felt I was finished, I took one last look in the mirror then turned to my patiently waiting Mistress for her inspection. Viv beckoned me over. I was quite nervous as I approached. She patted the bed. Hesitantly I sat down, feeling her thigh against mine through the quilt. I fought to keep my eyes off her breasts and their thin red nylon covering, but I could still feel the excitement stirring in my panties at our simple closeness.

Viv reached a finger up to my chin to move my head about for a closer inspection. "Not too bad Chrissy, I can tell you've been practicing like a good girl."

My nervousness dissolved at her words, pleased that I'd not disappointed my recently acquired Mistress.

"The blusher's about right for normal wear, but for my sissy I want it to be more obvious. She needs to look more like the slut she really is."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, as an unbidden surge of excitement at being told I was a slut rushed through me.

"And."

"Yes ma'am."

"My sissy forgot her lipstick." Viv's Mistress look dissolved into a grin as I massaged my lips together even though I knew she was right. She chuckled when I sighed and went back to the dresser. I spent a minute or so with the blusher, trying hard to get the slutty look Viv wanted without it just looking badly applied. Then I carefully used the bright red lipstick. Emphasising the curves and reducing the width of my lips marginally as she'd instructed. Then turned to her once again.

"Better," she said, looking at my now completed face for a few seconds. Then she threw back the covers and rose. I couldn't help but look openly. Standing there in her long nylon nightgown, the matching lace trim drew my eyes from her shoulders to her breasts. Their weight stretching the material, her nipples prominent. The back light from the bedside lamp showing me the outline of her body. I also noticed the nightgown was relatively un-creased and realised she must have put it on just for my arrival. That knowledge caused a whole new set of pleasant thoughts and emotions.

Viv's arms twitched, as though they needed to move. Our eyes met and there was a slight blush to her cheeks as she noticed where my eyes had been, examining her and staring at her breasts and obvious nipples. Clearly, she was fighting her instinctive reaction to hide them from my view again. Instead, she consciously allowed me to look, and despite the blush didn't seem too uncomfortable with the attention.

"My robe Chrissy," she said after a few moments. "Just because my slutty maid is walking around displaying her lingerie doesn't mean her Mistress will."

With a start and a murmur of agreement I retrieved the matching robe from the foot of the bed and held it up for Viv to slide her arms into. I watched as she wrapped it tight around her and tied the sash. To my well concealed delight, the extra layer of nylon did little to hid her conspicuous nipples.

"You can wear the one you wore last time, get it from the spare room then it's time for my maid to sort out breakfast."

I nodded and followed Viv out of her bedroom before making my way across the landing to the spare room I'd slept in previously. The pink nylon robe was hung where it was the last time. A darker pink than my panties and stockings but still just as sensuous. Once again, I watched myself in the mirror as I slipped it on and tied it tight against my waist.

After stealing another few seconds to admire the girl I could see in the mirror I moved to join Viv downstairs. Contemplating the previous time and the immense excitement I'd felt when I'd gone down to the kitchen wearing Viv's bra, and a satin nightie with the robe. This time I was dressed in lingerie and made up to look like a slut, almost all my masculinity obscured. Exciting this time too of course, one look at my nylon panties would confirm that, but the sharp edge of fear was missing. I almost missed it. I smiled to myself as I remembered mentally going through the possible excuses that first morning. With my make-up, filled bra cups and complete set of lingerie there could be no possible excuse to use today. As I made my way down stairs, I settled comfortably into the knowledge that none was needed.

* * *

Over an hour later Viv was sat at the kitchen table, finishing her orange juice and idly watching her sissy tidying the breakfast things away. It was an odd but pleasant feeling serving my Mistress dressed only in pink lingerie under the nylon robe. There was nothing but the bulge in my panties to show I was a feminised male. The shiny slippery nylon of the robe had a tendency to come open no matter how tightly I tied the belt. Viv had taken many opportunities to touch me. Smoothing fingers or even her whole hand over my stockings or nylon covered backside, occasionally my bra straps and once the front of my nylon panties.

I'd simply stood there holding a bowl and empty glass as her hand found the gap in the front of the robe and her fingers traced the outline of my excitement through the thin nylon. I felt a rush of humiliation even as I embraced the submission. Obediently waiting, as she casually explored my most intimate area at will. I'd tried to stop my hardness responding to her touch through the soft cool material but failed totally. My Mistress couldn't help but have felt the movement in my panties or the hesitation in my breathing. She said nothing, just watched the expression on my face and the flush of my cheeks. Then she'd simply told me to carry on as though nothing had happened. The encounter took less than a minute, but the excitement I felt at being 'taken advantage of' was out of all proportion to the time involved.

"Put the light load on my bed then swap the darks over," she said nodding to the dryer as I finished with the breakfast things and tried to unobtrusively slide my robe back closed.

"Yes ma'am," I replied, then sighed with resignation as I bent to the dryer and the robe slid open once again. I pondered why I was bothering to try and keep it closed as I carefully pulled all the white and pastel coloured lingerie and blouses out of the dryer into a basket. Maybe it was just a habit.

"Make the bed first Chrissy then leave the washing on it."

"Yes ma'am." Well maybe closing the robe was a habit at first, I thought. After the first dozen times though and Viv's intense watching and gentle exploring of her sissy it was more than a habit. It was part of our new relationship. I longed to be dressed like a slut and exposed, but it wouldn't be the right thing to admit that openly. After all being 'forced' into being an exhibitionist slutty sissy was part of the extra excitement, the topping on the cake.

Viv's bed was very simple, just four pillows and a duvet and took less than a minute to make. After emptying the washing basket onto the bed, I indulged in taking a few moments to savour the experience. Gazing at the untidy pile of my Mistress's lingerie, slips and blouses whilst alone in her bedroom. I breathed deeply to feel my bra straps and swung my hips slightly to rub the hem of my wrap over the nylon of my stockings. Looking in the mirror, at the girl in the pink nylon robe. Her highlighted cheeks, obvious eyes and smiling red lips. Then I pulled the robe tight enough to show off her large breasts and re-tied the sash. With a grin I picked up the washing basket and headed back down to my waiting Mistress.

Back in the kitchen I transferred the dark load of washing to the dryer. Remembering to bend at the waist as I'd been instructed. Viv made no comment but she had a smile on her face. I knew she could easily see the outline of my panties under the stretched robe.

"There's a bag in the front room Chrissy, we'll take it upstairs with us," she said when I'd straightened up and pulled my wrap tighter once more.

I made my way into the darkened front room, a sort of second lounge or sitting room at the front of the house. The bag lay on one of the easy chairs. A white paper one with a discrete 'Pure Mischief' logo, one of the more upmarket lingerie shops in the local town. I'd thought of going there myself many times, but in the end had always opted for the anonymity of the larger women's clothing stores. As I grabbed the bag and followed Viv back upstairs, I wondered how I would feel if Viv decided to take me shopping there one day. As ever with so many of my crossdressing desires it was both frightening and exciting.

* * *

"Sort out the washing Chrissy. Blouses, skirts, slips and lingerie," instructed Viv once we were back in her bedroom.

"Yes, ma'am," I murmured as I set to the tangled pile of clothes. Carefully I extracted the cream blouse she'd worn on Tuesday and laid it on the end of the bed by the collar. Next was a half-slip, quite short and plain, but with a pretty lace hem. I wondered if she'd worn that this week as my arousal started to push against my panties once again. A full slip in a very pale blue with a diagonal lace panel insert came next. Viv never wore a dress to work, I wondered what styles she was partial to as I delicately laid it next to the half-slip. A couple of what looked to be day-to-day panties and a bra were next out of the pile. I still took the time to lay them out carefully.

I glanced at Viv, now sat on a bedroom chair and our eyes met. She said nothing. There was a slight flush of embarrassment as she watched her sissy maid slowly sorting through her lingerie, but her nipples still betrayed her excitement. I reached for another item from the pile, my fingers closed around a pair of pale white panties. I held them by the waist band prior to laying them out but had to pause as they were fully revealed to me. Completely sheer at the front, soft nylon at the back with pretty ruffled lace at the waist and legs.

They were far from everyday panties, the lace added simply to make them delightful to look at, the sheer front provocatively sexy. The thought of being told to wear them brought an instant reaction to my sissy clitty, but then the image in my mind was of Viv wearing them. My mental image had my Mistress in white stockings and heels, with the panties and a matching bra. A part of my brain told me not to look at my Mistress, but I couldn't help myself. Our eyes connected once again. Now the flush on her cheeks as I sorted through her most private items of lingerie was obvious. She was taking slow breaths. The sight of her proud and obvious excitement under two layers of red nylon proved that like me, her excitement matched her embarrassment.

I continued to slowly sort through the pile of intimate lingerie and more mundane skirts and blouses. Viv watched in silence. I kept glancing over at her, a little furtively at first, but then becoming bolder. The bare skin of her chest revealed by her wrap turned a pale crimson too. Her embarrassment peaked when I carefully picked up a cream peep hole bra with intricate lace detailing. It had a dated look to it, but no obvious signs of wear. With deliberate slowness I gently placed it together with her other bras.

My now aching erection was full against my own panties as my mind vividly imagined Viv wearing it to work under one of her tighter blouses. I looked over at my silent mistress, still trying hard not to look at her breasts, but I couldn't stop myself. Ogling the large pronounced peaks under the smooth nylon and wondering how much more pronounced they would be spilling out of the closely fitting peephole bra. After a second or so I regained some control and sheepishly met her eyes, again expecting some form of rebuke. Instead, Viv just watched me looking at her excitement, her cheeks now quite red and her arms tense, fighting the urge to cover the bosom I was so obviously interested in.

After a few more moments I returned to the remaining items of laundry. When I next glanced at my Mistress, her cheeks were less flushed, but her nipples remained proud and erect. My thoughts went to the Sunday before. I'd felt the same mixture of excitement and acute embarrassment as I'd watched Viv slowly and carefully examine my own intimate and sissy lingerie. My thoughts raced around memories of the previous Sunday as I sorted the last few remaining items in the pile then turned to face her.

My first sissy maids experience of sorting laundry for my Mistress had turned out to be one of the most exciting moments of our new relationship. My own wrap had fallen open once more, and my excited sissy clitty bulging against my pink panties was even more obvious than Viv's nipples. I longed to feel my fingers around it, or even better my Mistress's. Instead, Viv just watched me watching her and let the excitement burn through our bodies. The act of denial generating an increasingly urgent feeling of desire and arousal.

Eventually Viv drew a long deep breath. "Put the... special lingerie in that bottom drawer," nodding her head to the dresser.

I gathered up the most intimate, revealing and sexy items and pulled out the draw she'd indicated. It was only half full, but obviously contained at least as much again of similar lingerie. I was a little surprised at just how much 'special' lingerie Viv owned. I knew she'd been divorced before we'd started working together and she'd never talked about having anyone else in her life.

"The slips in the draw above Chrissy."

I placed the slips in the indicated draw, then her everyday bras in the draw above, before she instructed me on where the one skirt and four blouses needed to go in her wardrobe. All that remained on the bed were seven pairs of pretty but obviously everyday panties. I gathered them together and without instruction went to her panty draw. The one I'd been allowed to explore that first night. The night I'd agreed to be a sissy maid and my work colleague became my Mistress.

"No, keep those out, you'll be taking them home with you. This week is Mistress's panty week, you will be wearing a pair of my panties every day."

I looked at her, contemplating the thought of wearing her panties. Not that I hadn't worn Viv's panties on a couple of occasions before, but the fact that I was to be in them every day for the entire week, that we were almost sharing her panty draw. That was a new, satisfying and most exciting development. My eyes examined them in more detail as I absently closed my wrap and tied the sash. Most obvious were the pale lemon pair in satin, but I also knew that the pink lacy pair I had first worn were there too. The memories of me lay back and Viv's hand wanking me off in those sprang quickly and easily into my thoughts.

* * *

"My maids next duty is to get my clothes out for the day," interrupted Viv's voice, dispelling my mental image of erection filled panties. "The yellow blouse in that one," she said, indicating one of the built-in wardrobes.

I opened the indicated door and found a sparsely populated rack of maybe half a dozen blouses and skirts and a couple of dresses. There was only one blouse that matched her description, nestling between a white satin one and a blue one with sheer sleeves. I carefully removed the one Viv had identified.

"And the red skirt Chrissy," added Viv before I even turned around. The bright red pleated skirt was equally obvious. I removed that too and closed the door. As I laid them on the bed, I mentally tagged the cupboard as her 'Mistress Outfits'. None of the things I'd seen inside were anything close to the somewhat staid pastel outfits she wore professionally. Though I'd significantly less experience with her outside work wardrobe, the bright red skirt was also at odds with my expectations. I was suddenly curious about how long ago she'd bought it and what had prompted the purchase.

The pale-yellow blouse had a feel of age to it, though again it looked rarely worn. I also discovered, as I laid it gently on the bed beside the pleated skirt, that it was a bow blouse. To the likes of me, a closet sissy with a lifetime of crossdressing desires, a bow blouse shouted Mistress, or more usually, Headmistress, almost more than any other outfit. I was genuinely surprised to find Viv already owned one.

"Good girl Chrissy, now the lingerie from that bag, cut the tags off and lay them out for me too." With that Viv headed into the ensuite and I heard her start to run a bath as I picked up the Pure Mischief bag and contemplated the bow blouse. Almost more than the sexy revealing lingerie, it had surprised me to find it already in Viv's wardrobe. It was so at odds with her usual items of clothing. All women probably had some sexy revealing lingerie, but the blouse was almost an anachronism.

Then I realised I was guilty of narrow thinking again. Viv may have been my Mistress for only a few short weeks but her own wants and desires were obviously deep and well established too. Probably going back even longer than mine, given our significant age difference. There was no reason that an ex-husband and two grown daughters would have erased her hidden desires any more than they would mine. She didn't suddenly decide to become a Mistress to a sissy maid because of a foolish slip by a work colleague no matter how much wine we'd drunk that first evening.

Still mulling those thoughts, I peered into the bag. Inside was red lingerie and a package of matching stockings. Emptying them on the bed and arranging them neatly revealed a three-piece lingerie set in a shiny red satin. Abundant lacey panels where they wouldn't be too revealing added a sophisticated sexy look without them becoming bedroom only items. Only the bold red colour and the included suspender belt marked them as particularly out of the ordinary. I smiled to myself as I cut the tags off, Viv was obviously expanding her Mistress wardrobe. I hoped she'd had an exciting time deciding on her purchase.

She returned from the ensuite and the sound of running water just as I was finishing unboxing the red stockings and laying them out neatly next to the rest of her outfit. Her 'Mistress Outfit' I thought to myself once again. I was still having to remind myself that I really did have a Mistress, but the reminder repeatedly eliciting a small thrill.

"There's a pearl necklace in that box," she said, indicating a moderately sized plain jewellery box on the dresser by her make-up. "And you can pick a pair of earrings from the one in the bottom drawer," indicating with a nod of her head a separate dresser to one side. "When you've got the jewellery out, go and wait in the lounge until I'm ready for the day and then we'll see how well my sissy does at some other tasks I have in mind." Viv's face was still slightly flushed but wore a smile and had a mischievous look in her eyes. She looked at me for a few seconds then went back through the ensuite door, almost shutting it behind her.