My flight from Washington, DC to Hilton Head, SC took slightly over two hours. My rental car was ready, and the drive to the Sea Pines estate of Maurice Cartier went very smoothly. As it was a weekend, with Monsieur Cartier and his sister, Arielle, in Spain on business, the servants were also off and only Monsieur Cartier’s new Boy Wife, Louisa was present.
Even Louisa’s new Governess, Alicia Devereaux, recently hired to see to it that Louisa was groomed to be properly Ladylike, wasn’t present. Louisa answered the door, looking lovely, and I followed ‘Her’ into the living room.
“Miss Bouffant. What could I get you to drink?” Louisa asked.
“I know this is the South. How about some unsweetened iced tea with Lime? And you may simply call me Priscilla,” I insisted.
“Coming right up. “I’ll have some myself. Miss Priscilla,” Louisa teased.
Once we were seated I began the interview.
Priscilla: So, you’re married to Maurice Cartier. Were you always interested in men, romantically?
Louisa: No. Not really. You see. I was really into the Femme Boi thing. But I always considered myself straight. Mostly anyway. I learned to do hair in high school, going to a Beauty Academy a half a day in the afternoons, and taking Business Ed classes in the mornings.
I continued to work at salons. Yes I know. I already sound Swishy, don’t I? What can I say. I adore waiting on ladies and making them pretty. Then one of my clients at the salon told me that there were quite a few Female Execs on the lookout for Femme Boi Admins.
Priscilla: And that prompted you to return to school?
Louisa: Oh Yes. I enrolled at a Junior College taking Business Classes Evenings and worked at the salon during the day. That’s how I eventually went to work for Maurice’s sister, Arielle. She hired me thru a temp agency to replace her outgoing Admin. I mean for me, that was a dream. An assertive, aggressive, wealthy, attractive Female boss. She’d actually requested a Femme Boi type from the agency.
Priscilla: That must have really rocked your world, didn't it? Now, before I sound too nosy, the Editors at Urban Boywives tell me they cleared it with both Maurice and Arielle Cartier that this interview could be a Romantic Tell All.
Louisa: Yes. That’s true. And right away, even from my interview with Ms. Cartier, I was as Flirty and I could have possibly been. I mean I was looking for a well-off lady such as her to take care of me in the identical manner in which Maurice coddles and pampers me, today.
So, when she asked me in the interview just how Femme I was willing to appear at the office I let her know that my appearance in the workplace was totally under her control.
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Priscilla: Hmm? So up to this point you are a Straight Femme-Boi, obviously a Sissy, but you’re really leaning towards being the Beta-Femme in a Lesbian relationship, with a true, Alpha Butch. Don’t you agree, Louisa?
Louisa: Well yes. I gave up, quite some time ago, denying my Total Sissification. And yes. I was thoroughly ready to embrace the role of being Ms. Cartier’s Beta-Femme. I was so enthralled with Ms. Arielle, that when she alerted me to an article in an Alpha Male Mag, named VIP Culture, concerning how many single and divorced males in their early 40’s were taking Beta-Femme Boi’s as Brides, Courtesans, Paramours and ‘Kept’ Lovers? I was convinced she wanted me for the same reason in her life.
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Priscilla: Well, you know that the latest issue of VIP Culture focuses on Alpha Females that turn their Beta Bois into Sissified Femmes. So, even then, you didn’t become even a little Bi-Curious?
Louisa: You know. By that juncture, I think I had already turned in that direction. If you know what I mean. I mean, I was already identifying emotionally as a Beta Lesbian, infatuated with this woman. And the flirtations between us were just so, thru the roof. The sexual tension for me was practically out of control. I’d begun to wear a Tampon under my Panty Brief to keep from staining the crotch area of my shorts, slacks, Romper, skirt or whatever I was wearing.
Priscilla: So things were heating up.
Louisa: Yes. You know it. Finally, Arielle broke the ice and invited me out on a late Friday evening from the office, for dinner and drinks. I wound up at the condo she still keeps near the Atlanta Headquarter Offices. And later that evening l entertained her in her bed. From that day forward my recruitment and development as a sexual plaything and fashionable Bauble become secondary only to my duties as her Admin.
Priscilla: Had you, as of then, met Maurice Cartier?
Louisa: Maurice was akin to a Mystery Man to me at that stage. He always seemed to be out of the country on Business and was very seldom at the Atlanta offices. And if he was in the Atlanta building, he worked very discreetly from within his private Penthouse Suite.
Priscilla: So when did you finally meet Maurice?
Louisa: All at once, Arielle’s former Admin, Bianca, asked about returning. At that same moment. Maurice’s spinsterish aide, Ms. Adele, decided to retire. In a flash, I found myself working alongside Ms. Adele for two weeks, becoming readily aware of Maurice’s expectations. Of course then, to me, he was Mister or Monsieur Cartier.
Priscilla: So. At this juncture Mr. Cartier is primarily in Atlanta? And how did you dress for him?
Louisa: I attired myself no differently than I would when I worked with Arielle. That would also include my coiffure as well as my cosmetic application. As far as Maurice being exclusively in Atlanta, I’d been told I would be expected to travel with him on very short notice. Which meant keeping my luggage packed, though, if when traveling, if I needed anything at all to wear, that would be purchased locally.
Priscilla: So you were now his traveling secretary also.
Louisa: Exactly. Which was very heady. I mean arriving at his penthouse office, ready to make his coffee, and getting a call from him to meet him at his private jet at DeKalb-Peachtree, and be ready to fly to Spain could be thrilling. Especially when I showed up, parked my company vehicle and showed my VIP pass to an attendant and was escorted to Maurice’s plane.
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Priscilla: Excuse me for saying so but that already sounds just so terribly romantic. Okay, what kicked off the romance, or at least for you, when did you become interested in Maurice?
Louisa: Believe it or not, I picked up, a then, recent issue of that very same Mag, which Arielle had shown me, VIP Culture. We were working late, and I was simply just clearing up, around Maurice’s Private Office. The Mag was open on his desk. He must have been reading it. There it was in plain view. An article about a Private Equity CEO that had Emasculated his obviously Beta Intern and was actually now Married to him. Or Her. That just somehow flipped a switch. I want to say I felt as if I’d melted on the spot. And I’d stopped wearing a Tampon in my panties and I know I stained the crotch of my Capri slacks. That entire episode was on my mind as we flew to Malaga.
Priscilla: I know Malaga alone can be a super romantic place. I accompanied my Ex-wife and her latest boyfriend there and we did have some amazing Threesomes. But please do continue.
Louisa: Well on most of the flights, to just about anywhere, there would always be a stewardess or two. Someone needed to wait on the Pilot, Co-Pilot and Flight Engineer as well as myself, Maurice and the two security men that usually accompanied us. The guards did mostly help themselves. But on this flight, there was only one Stewardess. So she waited on the flight crew, the guards did their thing, and I offered to wait on Mr. Cartier.
Priscilla: Ah. And now the plot thickens.
Louisa: And yes. You are so very correct. It’s a ten hour flight. And Maurice wanted to go to his private suite above the main passenger cabin of the jet. He requested that I bring him a drink and mix one for myself. Of course I did so immediately. I made both of us a Cadillac Margarita. With two shots of Tequila, one shot of Triple Sec and a Shot of Grand Marnier. I then walked the drinks up the spiral staircase to the upstairs penthouse.
Priscilla: How were you dressed? What about your hair and makeup?
Louisa: I have to admit. I felt sexy as I sashayed into a private area just off from Maurice’s bedroom. I had on a dark pair of 3 inch, ankle-strap heels, white Capris, a pink halter, tied-off top, and my hair had just been styled into a inverted, asymmetrical, cheek-length Bob. I had touched up my lips with a brilliant coating of shiny, Coral Pink gloss just after Maurice ordered his drink. Maurice was going over some figures on his lap top. When he reached out to take the drink, he looked me up and down, head to toes and I felt just simply, sexually unrestrained.
Priscilla: I’d say you were ready for anything.
Louisa: Honestly, it would have been more embarrassing had he not made a pass at me. As I walked from the staircase to where he was seated, I’d swayed my hips and even puckered my lips. I mean I was eagerly sluttish. He offered me a seat near him, and he smiled at me and complimented me on the drink I’d mixed. Then he asked me if I’d enjoy seeing the remainder of the suite.
Priscilla: Allow me to ask. He showed you the bedroom first, didn’t he?
Louisa: Exactly. In fact, the bedroom was very likely the room I would spend much of the rest of the trip to Malaga in. We stood just inside the doorway to his bedroom, and on Maurice’s left and to my right was an end-table. Maurice set his drink down. And just after I had a sip of my Margarita, he took my glass from me, set it down on the table next to his and took me into his arms and began to kiss me.
Priscilla: He moved very quickly. I’ll wager he’s extra mannish.
Louisa: Yes he is. Very much so. In his arms I felt totally helpless and I went completely limp at first. But as his lips seemed to suction mine, and his tongue vigorously probed my mouth, I could feel my sex organ really come alive. Something awakened within me and my “Inner Girl” took over. I wanted that man like I’d never wanted anyone, male or female in my life. I returned his kisses with an aggressive passion. And my hands roamed all over his body.
Priscilla: And how much longer did it take you to fall into bed with him?
Louisa: I didn’t exactly fall into bed. He picked me up, and carried me, with my arms eagerly around his shoulders, and laid me down on my back, atop the bed. Then he began to undress me. He literally striped me to the buff without me lifting a finger to aide him. Then he very precisely took off every stitch of clothing he was wearing. Honestly, I practically drooled looking at his Penis. I was seriously ready to have my very first man make love to me.
Priscilla: This all sounds so very exciting. What about his size? Did it matter to you at all that you’d never had a cock up inside of you?
Louisa: That’s where my training with Arielle comes into play. Arielle for the most part had widened my rectal passage. She enjoyed using a Strap-on dildo when she made love to me. And she insisted I regularly wear a butt-plug so that I could easily take her largest Dildos up inside my anus.
Priscilla: Honestly. Have you ever considered she was prepping you for a relationship with her brother all along?
Louisa: That could very well be possible. And if she was, I could not thank her enough. I am now partnered in the most thrillingly exciting marriage with the most amazing man I could have ever imagined being with. And from the very first time he made love to me, on that wonderful flight to the Costa Del Sol, he’s treated me like an absolutely adorable, Sissy Girly Princess.
Priscilla: From what little I know it was a whirlwind courtship.
Louisa: Oh yes. It was. From the very beginning the lovemaking for me was Over the Moon. I was laying on the bed, we were both stark naked, I was dribbling from my penis and his cock was rock hard and I could not take my eyes off of it. He removed my plug, and with two fingers he lubed my rectum. Then I asked him if I could suck him. I’d never had a penis in my mouth ever. I asked him to lay on his back and I knelt over the top of him and began to lick his cock and balls to my heart’s content.
Priscilla: Speaking of dribbling, I’m happy I wore a tampon for my flight this morning.
Louisa: I sucked him until he told me that it was time for me to get fucked. I requested that he would allow me to ride him “Cowgirl” style and he agreed. He then lubed his cock, which was dripping wet with my saliva and his pre-cum. He even added more Jelly to my anus. As I slowly lowered myself down onto his throbbing male member he lifted his hips up and the head of his dick began to enter my welcoming asshole. It was so very, very amazing as the very tip entered me and the remainder found it’s way up inside of me.
Priscilla: Girl, you are making me so very excited.
Louisa: I’ll admit I screeched and gasped so femininely when the entirety of his Man-Meat went deep up into my rectal passage. I began to do a slow bounce and wiggle on his penis. I rolled my hips and torso in the sexy way a stripper might. It was then, I decided that I’d enjoy having Girly tits. It was amazing.
Priscilla: It really does sound so very dreamy.
Louisa: I honestly don’t know how long we screwed. I do know however, the very moment when my ejaculate spurted wildly and uncontrollably from my penis. I could feel Maurice’s cock begin to expand. That in itself was truly amazing. Though I’d never fucked any man prior to fucking Maurice, it meant so very much to me that I’d actually fucked him well enough that he was about to Climax deep inside of me.
Priscilla: That in itself is just so terribly romantic, darling.
Louisa: Thank you. When his cock swelled to what I believed was the maximum, prior to a climax, I gasped and my entire body shuddered. When his penis spasmed so violently several times, I knew his sperm was inside of me (*giggles) that’s when I lost all physical and emotional control. My ejaculate literally exploded from my cock and I emitted a Harpy-like screech, and came very, very close to fainting.
Priscilla: Pardon the pun, but it sounds like "Fulfillment"
Louisa: Yes it was. We laid there for a while. We didn’t cuddle. I couldn’t. I clutched onto Maurice with a very nearly possessive sort of clinging. I didn’t want to let him go. We took a shower together and without even the slightest of prompting, I went to my knees and sucked him off. The bigger surprises for me, awaited in Malaga.
Priscilla: Do tell....
When we arrived at the gated Hacienda de Playa, in a Limo, not only were the usual servants there, a woman, who would turn out to be my Duenna or Governess, had arrived. She apparently was a very well known Modeling Instructor from the Richfield agency in Atlanta.
Priscilla: Would that be Alicia Devereaux, the same lady who still works with you today?
Louisa: Yes it was. And her specialty is training Trans-Models, so what else can I say? I mean, after all, that is the special attraction many men, especially men with multiple divorces have, with Sissy-Girls and Femme-Bois. We’re not just exceptionally pliable, but we never say no. If Alicia isn’t around, and Arielle is nowhere to be found, then I’m at a loss as far as what to do is concerned. And naturally I bounce it off of Maurice. I really don’t ever make a move when I’m uncertain, without asking Maurice what he’d prefer.
Priscilla: I believe I know of what you speak, but please extrapolate just a teeny bit.
Louisa: Of course. Much of the time, Ms. Devereaux accompanies me to boutiques, the Salon, the makeup counter, buying heels, you name it. She picks out everything for me. Of course she has Maurice’s tastes in mind. Though Arielle isn’t any longer too keen on doing anything like that, she does help me out. But, let’s say neither Arielle or Ms. Devereaux is present, and Maurice and I are going to the Hilton Head Country Club for a dinner and dance. Well then, I’m at a loss as to what to wear, how to do my hair, my makeup or anything else. I go so far as to ask him what shade of lipstick I should wear, how tall a set of heels would he like to see me in, should I wear may hair Up or down, straight or curly. Get it?
Priscilla: That’s wonderful, from where I’m sitting.
Louisa: Agreed. And men love it. And no matter how shaming it might be to today’s Liberated Female, they are likely divorced or never married because they found it beneath them to do anything even similar. Realistically, Maurice never really asked me if I’d marry him, even though I would have jumped into his arms and screamed yes, if he had.
Priscilla: Really? He didn’t?
Louisa: No, he did not. We slept together after we’d arrived at Hacienda de Playa. The next morning, Ms. Devereaux showed me my boudoir at the Malaga Estate. After breakfast she escorted me to a Five-Star salon. It was there I got my Swept-over, Side-cut styling, and I had my hair colored in that Pinkish-Blonde shade. Then we next were chauffeured to a Bridal and Lingerie shop. Maurice met us there.
Priscilla: You just had to wonder, what exactly was going on.
Louisa: Yes. I did. Maurice greeted me with a hug and kiss. Ms. Devereaux smiled and told Maurice that I had behaved very well and ladylike, as well as informed him that I had tremendous potential. Maurice then admitted he liked my hair. When the bridal and lingerie shop manager asked what Maurice was looking for, he deferred to Ms. Devereaux who stated we wanted Bridal Lingerie.
Priscilla: No wedding gown then?
Louisa: Precisely. When the Shop manager asked about a gown, Maurice told her the wedding was to take place on a Private Beach and the bride, who happened to be me, would only be wearing Lingerie. I’ll give you photos for the Magazine article. Here’s a great one of me, right after the wedding. I’m on the deck at the rear of the Hacienda.
Priscilla: Oh honey that has to go on the cover of the Mag, where they’ll post both this interview and a Lead Article.
Louisa: Arielle flew in to be her Brother’s ‘Best Woman.’ Ms. Devereaux was my Maid of Honor. Unusually enough, Arielle also flew in with a lady who went by the title of ‘High Priestess.’ She was from some Church called the Temple of Aphrodite. She officiated the wedding ceremony. She even asked Maurice if he wanted to Spank me.
Priscilla: Did he?
Louisa: No, but I found it so sexy, that just before we went to bed to have sex and consummate the marriage, I asked him to spank me for being a ‘Bad’ Girl.
Priscilla: Well, thank you Mrs. Cartier, this was a pleasure.
Louisa: Please call me Louisa and thank you for coming to interview me, you have made this Femme-Boi feel like a princess.
Denouement
I stayed at the Hilton Head estate until after the photoshoot. After the interview we hugged and told her I would mail her an advance copy of Urban Boywives with her interview in it. Below is a copy of the magazine cover that the article and the photo shoot was posted in. I hope you enjoy it.
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Such a fabulous job of editing, Annabelle.
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