Short Story: Tulip's Kitchen Dance

Written by Tulip Fancy

Our favorite feminized "Homemaker" is put in her rightful place... in the kitchen. 

"It is important that you aways wear heels in the Kitchen. It is by far the best way to gain confidence in them. Whatever you are doing concentrate on keeping your poise and elegance. Turning from sink to fridge. From fridge to range and back to sink. Opening high cupboards, opening low cupboards. There is no better training ground than the kitchen." 

These were the words that Kelly has drummed into me. Now with the added complication of my new corset these words came flooding back into my mind. The almost painful constriction of my waist. The new sensation of having stockings suspended from my corset. How was I going to get through the day. Just emptying the dishwasher. Even leaning forward only a little I could feel the tug of my back suspenders. It was such an alien feeling. I don't remember it being this hard when I was given my first heels. 'Ok,' I said to myself, 'Man up, you can do this.' 

I decided to put all the dishes on the counter top. That would involve just one set of movements, sorting them by cupboard as I unload. Then take each stack to each cupboard. Another set of movements. Economy of movement seemed to be the way to go. Always keeping Kelly's words in mind. This was going to be a long day.

I had tried on my new day corset for the first time the other night with Kelly. She had set the laces and then over an hour or so reduced it by another inch. She had also bought twelve pairs of stockings. A combination of day wear and evening wear. I had worn stockings before, but only in the bedroom for my wife. I had found it quite embarrassing. Feeling tacky like some Cheap Tart. My wife seamed to sense my discomfort and did not ask again. 

When I showed them to Kelly, she said, "No wonder they didn't put you in a romantic mood. They are cheap and it looks like Aunty bought them at an adult shop."

She really has no idea. My new ones felt deferent though. My discomfort was not the look and feel but rather the constriction. The garments looked and felt very classy. The stockings were very light and delicate to the touch. Not like the ones I had worn before or the tights I normally wear to work. After a bit of practice adjusting the tab lengths she was satisfied. After she loosened it just enough for me to undo the front eyelets, I took it off and put it in the draw next to my other two. I noticed my Valentine one had a different pair of stockings placed on top. I thought they must be 'special'. 

Kelly told me to wear it on Friday. I would have to ask my wife to tighten the laces. 

"Don't be surprised if you make her late for work," she said with a wink. 

My wife was still at the breakfast table reading the paper when I came down and bashfully asked her to tighten my laces. I had my back to her but could feel her eyes boring into the back of me as she stroked my bottom and the suspender running through me panties. After tying me off tight she lustfully savaged my neck from behind while holding my narrowed waist in her hands before raising them up to my cups and biting my ear lobe. 

"Mmmm....you are so perfect Tulip, my pretty little wife," she groaned into my ear. Her breathing was heavy, she wanted me that very moment.

I was perfect in her eyes, my wife had made me into her ideal version of a delicate domestic trophy wife, when in reality I was the one that had been "Domesticated"!

"Your waist is going to look so beautiful," she said, now that I had decided to start figure training while grinding into me. 

I thought, I was just practicing for Valentine's day. Regaining control of herself, she slapped hard my bum as she walked away to grab a couple of extra pads before going off to work. Thank goodness she had to leave to work. Leaving me a little breathless and unsteady. I could still feel the attention she had given my neck later in the day under its mask of concealer and powder. I would be getting my own back tonight. It is Friday and I get to satisfy my wife as a husband should....even if I was no longer the "man" in bedroom, being on my back in bed later that night with my wife thrusting into me in Amazon Position reminded me of that.

*********************************************************************************(Apologies to the author Tulip and readers, I wanted to publish this on Tuesday)