Sammy was looking forward to the holiday because there will be none at home. He was a paying guest and this was his day. He had kept everything ready and as soon as every one left he dashed down to the kitchen and sneaked into the servants room. He found the nightie there and stared longingly at it. It was a Friday and he knew that she had used it for 4 days. She washes it only once in a week and he was shivering with anticipation as he reached for it. His shivering hands took the folded nightie and covered his face. He inhaled the smell of her sweat and soft perfume filling him with her smells and gradually his shivering subsided. Very rarely does he get this opportunity since on Saturdays she washes it.
He again looked at it lovingly resisting the urge to open it and smell the private parts. He slowly removed his shirt and pressed it to his chest. His shorts fell down and he was standing there in his briefs with a throbbing cock. Suddenly he had an idea and quickly unfolded the nightie and almost reverently slipped it over his head. He was standing there in a woman's attire and though the woman who owned it was well endowed, it was tight on his mans frame. He jutted his chests out but it still did not fill the dress. He cupped his small breasts and squeezed them. He slowly lifted his hand and brought his nose to the armpit. A strong pungent smell wafted up and he recognized her smells. She's usually very sweaty by the time she finishes her work and he never missed a chance to inhale when she passed him by. He closed his eyes and imagined her in the nightie and suddenly he wanted to see himself.
There was a mirror in the dining room and he stood before it admiring himself. He heard a faint click and realized that it was the back door and instinctively rushed to the kitchen to see her entering with her key.
"Oh! Shit!" he thought; she had come early to finish her work.
As she turned she saw him in the nightie and for a moment was shocked. His face turned crimson red and he was rendered motionless by the sheer situation. He saw her shocked expression change into a smile and then laughter. As she guffawed his face was burning with shame and he slowly reached for his dress on the floor.
"No!" she heard her exclaim and watched her taking his dress and putting it into the washing machine.
"How long have you been doing this?" she asked him.
"A few weeks," he said with his head hung in shame.
" Do you cum in them?"
"No. No. I just smell them. Only today I wore it. I am sorry." He offered apologetically.
" Where do you smell them?"
He kept silent.
She stepped closer and slapped him hard on his right cheek; "Answer me when I speak to you".
He pressed his palm to his burning cheek and said "The arm-pits the front and then the back."
"Show me." She said and as he looked at her she screamed, "Now!"
He slowly lifted his hands and moved his nose to the pits. "Now the front", she said.
As he lifted the dress to smell the front he suddenly realized that his cock was throbbing inside his briefs. She looked at it for a moment and turned into the house locking the door and said, "Remove them."
He removed his briefs, careful not to show her his erection, but she did not seem interested. She went inside without a word and came back with something rolled up in both her palms. She gestured him into the living room and sat on the Divan. She crossed her legs and asked him to take off the dress. He hesitated only for a moment, since his cheek was still burning. He fought to keep his erection down cupping it with both hands. She extended her right hand and opened it to reveal her panties. "Wear these," she said. As he stepped into them he knew they were of good quality, and felt terribly aroused.
"Now kneel," she ordered and gestured with her hands to her feet.
Sammy knelt in the panties and felt that his wildest fantasies were coming true. As he knelt she slowly unfolded her left palm, letting her bra fall to her feet. He looked at her face and understood the silent command. As she got up he slowly took it up and slowly with shivering hands brought it to his nose and felt his other cheek singing.
"I am mistress here and you don't take any liberties with me. Understood."
He nodded and got another slap, "You swallowed your tongue?"
He hastened to say, "Yes," and she said, "You might as well address me as 'Mistress' ".
"Yes Mistress", he said and watched her face glow. Sammy knew that she was enjoying every moment of the reversal in role and his submissive side was fully gearing up to the naturally dominant woman, that too lower in status to him. She took the nightie and put it over his head. She slowly removed her saree and he could see her braless boobs through the tight blouse. Her skirt was wet at the crotch and he knew the reason. She saw his look and rubbed her crotch over the skirt and proffered her hands, "Smell your Mistress."
He leaned over on his knees and smelled her fingers. Just as he got the smell she pinched his nose and said, "Get me a coffee."
