  	"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