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 "Good, your home, your clothes are laid out, get cleaned up and shave,"
Martha called from Her bathroom.



   Moving to the hall bath, norb stripped off, showered, shaved and talcum
powdered.  Picking up and folding his clothes he moved into Her bedroom. 
There, on the bed and clothes horse, were the items Martha had chosen for
him.  On the bed was a pair of dark hose, a garter belt, panties and a bra
in an A cup.  On the clothes horse were white slacks, a sports jacket and
what Martha called his Sissy Shirt, a thin white shirt with lace ruffles
down the front and buttons the wrong way.  It was thin enough that if he
took off the jacket, the bra would show in back.  Inwardly he groans, but
the stirring in his loins tells of another emotion.

   Stepping from Her bathroom, Martha said "Present..." norb turns away
from Her, bends at the waist, placing his hands on his knees, while moving
his feet about shoulder width apart.

   "Whap, whap, whap", 15 times norb thanks his Goddess and asks for
another.  Actually Martha is in a good mood this evening, or has far more
devilish plans, usually it is 25.

   "m-m-m-m," Martha muses.  "Maybe later, wimp." and She points back to
Her bathroom.  his case is laid out on the counter, and Martha has taken
several items out and set them beside the case.  First he applies the
foundation, it is a very close match to his natural color, "...public..."
he thinks.  Then comes the lip slicker, again a match to his natural
colors.

   "There, my little wimp, all pretty." Martha stands and drops the
dressing robe She was wearing.  A short snug skirt of dark green clingy,
material, dark hose, and a blouse of a lighter green with a very loose cowl
neck, so when she leans forward or moves quickly, the tops of Her breasts
are visible and looking very inviting sitting on Her shelf bra.  Martha
walks out ahead of him, stops by Her closet door picks out a pair of 4 inch
heels, picks up Her matching bag, pauses, turns and holds out Her hand.  he
takes his wallet out and hands it to Her.  Martha opens it and removes his
drivers license, hands the license back to him, takes the pitiful amount of
cash She allows him to carry and places it in Her bag, Pivoting, She walks
to the door and pauses while he catches up, and the reaches around to open
the door for Her.

   "I need gas, pull in here," Martha points to the well lighted gas
station.  He pulls in, shuts the engine off, gets out and begins fueling.
As he finishes, he goes to Her side of the car and asks for some cash or a
credit card to pay for the gas.

   "Is that how you ask for something...?" continues to look at her purse
as though he isn't there.  Knowing it will do no good to say anything else,
he goes to one knee at her side of the car, folds both hands together as if
praying and begins to ask Her for some cash or a credit card to make the
purchase.

   "Quit mumbling..." and he continues louder, a man on the next island
looks over and shakes his head at him.  A few minutes later after the man
on the next island has been replaced by a carload of teens and they have
made their comments about the spectacle, Martha hands norb Her credit card.
Before and after he takes the card, he kisses Her hand and says thank you.
As norb goes to pay for the fuel he hears Her say, "That's one, and
remember how you got the card." When he returns he again kneels by Her side
of the card, holds the credit card up in both open hands and again says
thanks.

   They arrive at the Mountebank a very nice, slightly upscale motel with a
supper club and nightclub inside of it.  norb scurries around to open
Martha's door, as She gets out, She espies what she classes as a hunk, and
spreads her legs slightly more than required to alight from the car and
pauses long enough for the hunk to catch a glimpse of the inside of her
thighs.  As She stands, She pats norb on the check and tells him he is
going to be a good boy and that She is going to thoroughly enjoy Herself
this evening.

   As they wait to be seated for supper, She goes to the Ladies Room, he
follows and waits just outside the door for Her.  When She comes out She
has a small square of tissue in Her hand.

   "Open wide..." norb kneels on one knee and opens his mouth widely. 
Martha places the tissue square in his mouth and with Her finger lifts his
chin.

   "Flush...." he swallows.  "Now, lets have some supper," and She walks
off towards the dining room.

   After they are seated, the waitress comes over and asks him if they
would like anything to drink, or perhaps an appetizer.  norb sits there
mutely, hands folded neatly in his lap, looking at the plate.  After an
uncomfortable few seconds, Martha speaks to the waitress.

   "No appetizer, thank you, we are ready to order.  I'll have the broiled
fish, steamed vegetables, a baked potato and , umm..., I think iced tea to
drink." She pauses, looks right at him and continues, "she will have the
tossed salad with cottage cheese, no dressing, lemon wedges and ice water
with a lime twist." Martha smiles at norb's discomfort and hands the
waitress back the menus, one of which was never opened and says thank you.
As the waitress leaves she looks aside at him with a knowing smirk.  You
can see the waitress talking, giggling and pointing in their direction.

   As Martha finishes Her dinner, she extends Her had out, norb daintily
takes the tip of each finger and licks it, if there is food on it he
suckles it clean before continuing to the next.  When he has finished, She
has him signal for the check.  This time it is a waiter that comes, he
presents norb the check, and She promptly says in a voice loud enough to be
heard by those at the adjoining tables, "I'll take that, I don't allow him
to carry any money." The waiter looks stunned for a moment, then smiles and
presents Martha the bill.  After She pays the bill she asks, "Well...?" he
asks permission to be excused and moves around behind Her and pulls Her
chair back so that She might rise, as he stands behind Her he is in a
modified position of parade rest.  his eyes and head are cast down, not
straight ahead.  "Let's boogie..." and Martha leads the way to the lounge
area with the dance floor.  As they get to the crowded room, Martha pauses,
picks out a table, and heads towards it, he of course follows.

   "Stay with Me, wimp," Martha chides as they are slightly separated by
the crowd.  Several heads turn to see who made the comment to whom.  As the
get to the table, he moves behind the chair at the head or facing the dance
floor, and pulls out the chair for Her, and helps push it in.  he doesn't
sit, just stands to Her right, again in parade rest, "I think a Pina Colada
would be nice, don't you?"

   "Yes Wife, it would be very nice." he moves to one knee and asks Her for
some cash to purchase one.

   "Well, since you already have "one" this evening, let's start working it
off by using your lunch money for tomorrow to buy my drink, shall we?"

   "Thank You, Wife" he takes the money and moves of in the direction of
the bar to get Her drink.  When he returns She isn't there, looking around
he sees Her on the dance floor with another man, the hunk from earlier?

   They return and She asks if he and his friends might like to join Her.
The hunk asks, what about him?  "Don't worry about him," Martha smiles. 
And so the hunk and his friends, four or five guys and 3 or 4 women join
Her.  Martha doesn't want for dance partners, and never is norb one of
them. The entire time, he stands behind Her, helping Her in and out of Her
chair.  On one occasion, Martha even had him go across the room and ask a
very attractive lady if she would like to dance with his wife, knowing what
the response would probably be and the humiliation of asking.  All evening
it was get this, or get that, or so and so's glass is empty.  All evening
Martha would flaunt Her charms in front of him and occasionally reach out
and tease him.  She would have him lean forward so She could whisper what a
wimp and sissy he was.  When asked directly by one of the guys there what
exactly his problem was, She answered for him.

   "Him, well, she, not he, is a wimp and my sissy.  he made a very bad
decision and swore that he would never let it happen again.  I know it
won't, because I keep him sissified just to remind him of his promise to
Me. wimp, take off your jacket and show the nice people what a sissy you
have become."

   He takes off the jacket, and since it is warm in the lounge the back of
the sissy shirt has stuck to him, the bra is plainly visible.  "now the
hose..." he pulls up the trouser legs to show he has on hose.  She reaches
out and pulls on one of the garters, allowing it to snap back.

   "Don't, however, let this fool you, he is capable of all kinds of manly
things, it's unfortunate that he will never get to do them anymore without
my permission." She smiles up at him and says, "I on the other hand need no
permission to do anything, what ever it is I want, isn't that so, wimp?"
   "Yes Wife, it is so, I have no say in what ever You decid