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Fantasy Weekend
By Salon Selective
God knows I had bugged my wife long enough about it. I was a very
part-time cross dresser. At least I guess that's what you would
call it. Make-up and nails were my real turn on, and I had shared
this with her. She reluctantly agreed to do some kinky things
with me sometimes... a little bondage here, making my face up
there, painting my toenails --- stuff like that.
I wanted something more than that though, but didn't know how to
tell her.
One night during our lovemaking she began to talk dirty to me as
she often did to help me get over the edge. While we didn't
actually do a whole lot of the kinky stuff I fantasized about,
she could talk up a scene better than any phone sex operator.
Usually the story would start with her tying me down and then
putting slutty makeup on me before dressing me and taking me out.
Other times I would be her feminized sex slave and be forced to
eat her pussy, followed by her dropping me out on a street corner
to walk the streets like the "slut I was."
Sometimes she would tell me a story of having my nails and makeup
done at a salon, along with ear piercing and shaped eyebrows.
That was one of my favorites.
One night during a hot session of passionate lovemaking I
couldn't hold back any longer. While I usually came a lot harder
when I was listening to her stories, the fact that we rarely did
anything to actually act out these fantasies went from being a
tease I could handle to something I just had to experience.
"God yes!" I screamed out while fucking her as she told me how
she was dressing me and what a slut I looked like. "I have to
have that for real! Just once! I know we've done a little here
and there, but I want the whole experience. I want to see what I
would look like, taste the lipstick on my lips and heels on my
feet. I want to be your bitch, your slut, your girlfriend, your
lesbo lover...whatever you want! Just please, can we act one of
these stories out!"
Between the cries of her cumming, I heard her say yes. That made
me come, and it took both of us a few minutes to catch our
breath.
Nothing else was said about what I had blurted out in the moments
that followed. I was actually feeling a little bit strange about
the whole thing, especially since it was really just a sexual
thrill for me. Now that the sex was over... well, I am sure there
are plenty of you out there that know what I mean.
As far as her saying yes was concerned, I figured she was so
close to the edge of climax that she would have said yes to
anything at that point.
Part 2
Two months passed with out a word of what I had said during our
love making that November night. In fact, my wife stopped the
talk of those kinky scenes all together. At times I was
frustrated by it, but we were still have great sex. It was colder
now, so our bedroom fun had turned into a slower type of love
making, with a lot of cuddling and kissing, but not much talk.
In fact, the only "kinky" thing at all that happened during those
two months was one night when she took a tube of lipstick and
applied to her lips. She kissed my body right above and to the
left of my growing cock.
"That's where I want your tattoo when you get it," she said. "A
pair of pretty red lips right there."
I started to ask her what she meant, but she put her lips around
my throbbing member, and the question faded out of my mind as I
enjoyed her talented mouth and tongue.
Part 3
About a week before my birthday, my wife let me know that she had
the whole next weekend planned to celebrate my 28th year of
existence. We usually would just go out to dinner and then see a
movie or something like that. But this year I was told that we
would be going into the city and spending two nights at the Four
Seasons resort. I insisted that wasn't necessary, pointing out
the expense of such a weekend, but I was told that following
Friday evening through Sunday afternoon were already planned, and
that was all there was to it.
Friday afternoon while I finished up at work, my wife treated
herself to an afternoon of beauty, which I figured was to prepare
to go out to dinner that evening.
My wife is a gorgeous Latina lovely, if you will. She has a
beautiful ass and ample, full breasts. While she knows how to
make herself look hot, when she goes to the salon she comes back
looking muy caliente as our neighbors to the south would say. I
couldn't wait to see her.
When I got home Friday afternoon there was a note waiting for me.
It read simply: "I have your bags packed and the reservations
confirmed. There is a pitcher of margaritas in the freezer. Pour
yourself one and sit back and relax. I'll be home soon. I love
you."
One margarita turned into three before I finally dozed off in my
recliner, tired from a long week at work.
Part 4
I was awakened by a whisper in my ear: "Hey, sexy... are you
ready to get this weekend started or not?"
It took me a second, but when I finally woke up and got my eyes
adjusted I found myself looking at a beautiful recreation of my
wife. Her hair was permed and curls fell all around her head. Her
makeup was done heavily, but sophisticated. Her nails were longer
than I had ever seen them (over an inch, I thought). And her
outfit consisted of a tight black top that displayed her cleavage
well, a short little mini, black stockings and tall heels.
"There's no time to sleep," she said, smiling at me and realizing
that I was in awe of her new look. "Get in the car. The suitcases
are already loaded, so let's go already."
On the way to the city I tried to ask her where we would be
dining that night and what we would be doing for the weekend. She
didn't answer, saying simply that everything was going to be a
surprise and that there would be plenty to keep us busy.
After what seemed like hours, we arrived at the Four Seasons and
checked in. We ate dinner down in the resort's restaurant before
returning to our second-floor room for what I thought would be a
quick change into some casual clothes (I had been in my work suit
all day) before heading back down to the bar for some drinks.
Then, I thought, we could go back upstairs and by a porn movie on
Spectravision and have some hot sex.
I was wrong.
When we got upstairs I went straight to my suitcase and tried to
open it. My wife, for some reason, had locked only my bag with
those little padlocks that fit into the zipper. I asked her for
the key, but she said that I didn't need it right then. Instead
of drinks downstairs, we were going to get a bottle of champagne
from room service, I was told, and stay in for the rest of the
night.
Part 5
After the room service guy brought up our champagne and a
courtesy plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, staring at my
wife's cleavage the entire time he was in the room, my wife
suggested we take a bath together in the big oval tub provided
with our suite. I readily agreed, and we both stripped naked and
jumped in the tub with the tray of champagne and strawberries
sitting just outside the tub on the floor.
After a toast to celebrate the evening and my birthday, my wife
looked at me with a devilish grin on her face.
"Did you notice the way he starred at me?" she asked, talking
about the guy from room service. I nodded yes, and was about to
change the subject when she said something that absolutely
shocked me.
"Would you like to be starred at like that, my little slut? I
know you would."
"Wha..." was all that came out of my mouth as my head got dizzy
with confusion. Had she really said that, or was the champagne
kicking in?
"Listen, slut," she continued. "I have put a lot of thought and
effort into making the next two days an experience that you will
never forget. It will be everything you have ever wanted and
more, but there are two rules. One, you will call me Mistress
from this point on, and two, you won't question anything I tell
you to do. If you do, the weekend will end at that point and
nothing like this will ever happen again. Understand?"
I nodded yes.
"The first thing we have to do is shave your body," Mistress
said, as she picked up a bottle of gel and a razor that I hadn't
noticed sitting on the side of the tub.
She started with my legs, sensually shaving each one and having
no trouble holding the razor with her long red nails. Then it was
my chest and underarms, and before I knew it, the only hair left
on my body was my eyebrows and the hair on top of my head.
We got out of the bath and both rinsed off in the shower before
she rubbed a feminine smelling lotion all over me.
"It will help with the itching and make you smell pretty," she
said before walking out of the bathroom, leaving me with an
erection. "Take care of yourself before you come to bed. We can't
have that thing poking out tomorrow. It will ruin the illusion."
I did just that. I jacked off in front of the mirror while
looking at my hairless body and trying to imagine what was around
the next corner in what I knew was going to be an unbelievable
weekend.
After I cleaned myself off, I walked out into the main part of
our room and was told to put on a see-through teddy to sleep in.
"As you may have guessed, your boxers weren't packed," my
wife/Mistress said. "You don't have any of those stuffy men's
clothes you wear here either, except what you came in."
When I climbed into bed, she produced a pair of handcuffs and
ankle cuffs (where did she get these, I thought) which were put
on me and then connected by a chain that ran up the middle of my
freshly shaved legs.
"No sex tonight slut," I was told. "Long, busy day for you
tomorrow."
Mistress rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me disappointed,
but anxious about the next day.
Part 6
The alarm clock went off at 6 a.m. and I nearly fell out of bed,
forgetting where I was and that I was bound.
Mistress told me to "get my ass up," but I was a lot more tired
than horny at that point and mumbled something like "leave me
alone."
"All right, I will," she said. "I'll leave you here naked and
tied up while I drive home."
I quickly remembered everything about the night before and
apologized right away, telling her that I wanted her to continue
with her plans.
The next thing I knew, Mistress tossed a red thong bikini bathing
suit at me and told me that I needed a tan.
"I don't know how well this will work," she said as she unlocked
the cuffs and helped me clasp the bikini top. "But I want you to
experience sun bathing and how tough it is to try for a perfect
tan."
Pulling up and adjusting the thong bottom that did nothing to
hide my cock, I began to get pretty scared. I thought she wanted
me to go down to the pool like this. Instead she had me go out on
our balcony, which was on the second floor, remember, and had me
lay out on the recliner. She then rubbed a lotion on me that
advertised a deep tan guaranteed on the bottle, and told me to
lie like that for 30 minutes and then flip onto my stomach. She
then told me she would bring back some fruit for me as she was
going downstairs for breakfast, and closed and locked the sliding
glass door before pulling the curtain shut.
Laying trapped outside on the balcony in what was quickly
becoming a very hot sun, I took comfort in the fact that there
was enough of a wall to keep anybody from the ground level from
seeing me, but also realized that if anybody in the room next to
us on either side stepped out on their balcony that I could be
seen.
After what I thought was about 30 minutes I rolled on to my
stomach and waited nervously for my wife to return. I also peeked
under my bikini top to see if any tanning had been accomplished
and sort of felt relieved that I didn't notice much of a
difference.
Finally, my wife/Mistress returned and let me in, telling me to
go shower quickly as I had an appointment in less than an hour.
I wondered what she meant, but remembered not to question her and
went into the bathroom and started to run the water. As I got in
the shower and adjusted the water temperature to a nice cool
level, I took off the bikini bottoms and then the top. It wasn't
until I started to soap my chest that I noticed just how much of
a tan I really had gotten out there on the balcony. I was
startled to see a clearly feminine bikini line on my chest and a
noticeable difference on my legs and my ass when I saw them in
the mirror.
When I came out of the shower, Mistress was pleased, to say the
least.
After I dried off, Mistress gave me a pair of thong panties and a
sheer bra to wear. The panties fit well, but the bra didn't have
much to support it.
"Don't worry about that right now," Mistress said. "I need to
talk to you about the next stage in your transformation. This may
be the only time this weekend that you have some options to
choose from.
"Your appointment is at a salon just about a mile down the street
from here. They know of the situation with you being a man and
all and they have already been told that I want you to have a
manicure and pedicure and acrylic nails put on. They will also
thin and shape your brows a bit.
"The options you have concern your makeup, hair and ears. You can
get your makeup done there, or you can let me do it here later.
You can have whatever your want done with your hair or nothing at
all and you can wear a wig I have here for you. As for your ears,
you can get them pierced and try to explain it next week at work
or use clip-ons that I have here.
"But here is what you need to consider... you will be wearing
this pair of ladies jeans and a neutral tank top to the salon.
After all, I don't want you to be in a dress looking like a man
when you leave the room in a few minutes. I figure it will be
embarrassing enough to ask the valet guy to get your car with
that tan line of yours as it is."
I sat there dumbfounded, in a state of disbelief as she added...
"You will be going by yourself while I stay here and swim in the
pool."
Since I didn't say anything, Mistress told me to get dressed in
the outfit she wanted me to wear, which included open-toed
sandals, and get to the salon. "Surprise me with your decisions,"
she said as she handed me the credit card and my keys and pushed
me out the door in my Chic Jeans.
Part 7
Luckily the valet parking attendant was too busy to really notice
me, I told myself after getting in the car and driving to the
salon. I found it pretty quickly, but had to park far out because
it was a Saturday and the place was obviously crowded.
Mistress had told me the appointment was under the name Kirsten
and I quickly approached the reservation counter and nervously
gave the desk girl the name.
She looked up at me and smiled, giving me an obvious grin that
made me feel even more nervous.
I was taken right back and asked to sit down at a nail station
where the salon experience I had long fantasized about began.
A pleasant-looking woman introduced herself as Greta and began to
file down my nails. She told me to relax as she could see my hand
shaking a bit, and after a while I was able to feel somewhat
comfortable.
We said very little to one another as she worked for nearly an
hour on my nails. I was never asked what length I wanted, what
color I wanted or anything else for that matter. But when she
finished I had nails as long as my wife/Mistress that were an
even deeper red that what she had. They also had a gold glitter
sprinkled over them and then sealed with a clear topcoat.
After that experience, I was taken into a small and private room
(which made me feel even more comfortable) where my toenails were
given a treatment and then polished to match my fingers. Then my
eyebrows were plucked a little more than I expected. I worried
about what I would do come Monday, but told myself things would
work out.
Then the counter girl came in and asked what other services I
would need. I don't know what made me say it, but I said I wanted
my ears pierced. It was as if my mind couldn't control my mouth.
The girl then disappeared and returned with a piercing gun,
quickly putting a gold stud in each of my ears.
"Anything else?" she asked.
I passed on the makeup and hair, deciding instead to let Mistress
handle that when I got back to the resort.
After nearly dying from the embarrassment of standing at the
front counter and fumbling with trying to sign my credit card
receipt with my long nails, I got in my car and drove back to the
resort. I made up my mind not to have the car valet parked; that
way my long, red nails wouldn't be seen.
When I got back, I quickly got out of the car, put my hands in my
pockets as far as I could and walked in the building and to the
elevator. As I quickly dashed into the closing doors, I realized
that I wasn't alone.
An attractive young woman was in the elevator and she noticed my
toes right away.
"I think that's cute," she said, as I realized that the elevator
wasn't moving. "Can you hit the fourth floor for me?"
I had no choice but to take my hand out of my pocket and hit both
the second and fourth floors.
I didn't look back at her again as the door opened on my floor
and I began to walk out.
"Hey, to each there own," she said as the doors began to close.
Upon getting back to the room, I realized that I didn't have a
key, so again I took my hand out of my pocket and knocked on the
door.
One problem, Mistress wasn't there.
Part 8
Luckily I didn't have to wait long for Mistress to return. She
was wearing a sexy blue swimsuit underneath a fancy robe that the
resort had provided.
"Sorry, slut. Or should I say Kirsty now," Mistress said. "I
decided to get a sports massage while you were gone."
After we got inside the room she inspected my hands and feet,
saying she loved the job that had been done with them and telling
me that the nails were just perfect for the evening ahead.
"I also love the fact that you decided to get your ears pierced,"
Mistress said. "And why didn't you have your hair and makeup
done?"
"I wanted you to do my makeup and the hair would have been too
hard to hide come Monday if I had it colored or permed,
Mistress," I said.
"I'm glad you want me to make up your face, Kirsty," she replied.
"But those nails aren't coming off too easily and the holes in
your ears and arched brows aren't going to be easy to hide
either, you know. Well, no matter. I do have a lovely wig to
crown your head later this evening.
"For now, why don't you take a little nap before the evening and
your big debut," Mistress said.
I was happily to lie down for a while. All the excitement and
nervousness of the afternoon had worn me out.
Part 9
I guess I had slept for about two hours when I woke up to find my
wife/Mistress enjoying a lite snack that room service had
apparently brought up while I had slept.
"Wake up, sleepy girl," Mistress said. "Eat a little something
and then get in the shower and rinse off again. Then run the
razor over your face one more time. I don't want any shadow
showing up tonight."
After a bite to eat and 15 minutes in the bathroom I came back
into the room ready for the unexpected.
First Mistress helped me with a black garter belt and stockings
with the seam that runs up the back. Then she placed a water bra
around my chest and filled it with some additional padding to
help create some cleavage, she told me. This was followed by a
waist cincher that pulled in my waist a few inches and made it a
little tougher to breathe. Finally a sheer black top that left my
bra underneath slightly visible and a black mini skirt were put
on me, followed by a pair of what I was told were four-inch
heels.
I wanted to look in the mirror, but Mistress told me that I
wasn't done yet and to sit down. She then cuffed my wrists to the
chair in the corner far away from the mirror and told me she
would be getting herself ready before I was finished. She
blindfolded me and I could hear her start the shower in the
bathroom.
The next hour was agonizing. Tied and blindfolded, I could hear
her getting around, could smell her body lotion and perfume, but
couldn't see a thing.
Finally I could sense her approach me and then had no choice but
to let her spray me with the same perfume that had been lingering
in the air. When she took off the blindfold I again took in her
beauty, noticing that her outfit was similar to what she had put
on me except the top had some red in it. Her makeup was
elaborately done and looked perfect, leaving me no doubt that I
had made the right choice in letting her do mine that evening.
Still cuffed to the chair, Mistress put my hair back out of my
face and began with a foundation (as I was told), which was
evened out across my face.
Lots of little dabs here and there followed before she began to
work on my eyes. First she darkened in my eyebrows before framing
my brown eyes with black liner. I couldn't see my face, but I
could see each cosmetic item as she used it. Then she put on a
few colors of eye shadow, which I couldn't actually see, followed
by blush and lip liner. The finishing touch was red lipstick.
She then went into the closet and returned with a flowing dark
brown wig that was a few shades darker than my real hair. After
that was adjusted, a few bracelets and a necklace were added to
the effect before I was finally untied and taken to the mirror to
see the magic she had worked.
I honestly stood there stunned. For so long I had wanted to see
what I would look like all dolled up and it was finally
happening. My makeup was heavy; with a smoky gray, black and a
touch of blue being the chosen colors for my eyes. When I lifted
my hand to feel the wig on my head, I noticed the long red nails
again and my knees got week. I couldn't believe it was me.
My wife/Mistress didn't have to ask. She knew I loved it, and by
the look of approval on her face I could tell she was impressed
with what she had done, too.
"All right, enough of looking at yourself," she said. "I want
dinner. Call room service in your most femmy voice and order us a
couple of pasta dishes and a bottle of champagne."
I made the call and tried to sound as convincing as I could.
While we waited, my wife broke character just a bit, kissed me
and told me we could do as little or as much as I wanted that
night while all dolled up.
Then when the knock came at the door I was told to either answer
it or step out on the balcony. I stood there not knowing what to
do, and then rushed out on the balcony afraid to be seen.
The problem was that I didn't close the sliding door or the
curtain, and when the room service attendant, the same one from
the night before, came into the room, he looked right at me out
on the patio. I turned around quickly and heard my wife taking
care of the slip.
"I brought some candles up figuring this might be a romantic
dinner for two," I heard him say. "But I see it's just you ladies
tonight."
"Leave the candles anyway," my wife/Mistress said. "Hot wax may
be nice to have later."
I wanted to see the expression on the attendant's face, but just
couldn't bring myself to turn around.
"Uh, okay," he stammered. "Well, good night ladies." Then he
left.
"He starred at your ass the whole time he was in here," Mistress
told me as I went back inside. "A slut like you shouldn't be so
shy."
Part 10
After what turned out to be a candlelight dinner between two sexy
women, my Mistress announced we were leaving.
This scared me, but before I knew it she had handed me a small
purse and grabbed my arm and escorted me out the door.
Waiting for the elevator I began to protest, but was reminded
that if I did everything would just end. We had gone too far to
stop now, so I nervously stood there and said nothing.
When the elevator door opened, I couldn't believe who was inside.
The same girl from earlier, this time with a guy on her arm was
apparently heading out for the evening. I hoped she wouldn't
recognize me, but I thought she had when she smiled in my
direction.
As we got off, however, she told both Mistress and I that we
looked great, making me think that maybe she thought we were both
women heading out for the evening.
I began to head for the front doors of the resort, but Mistress
grabbed my arm and told me that we weren't leaving. Instead we
were going to the lounge for drinks. We found a small table in a
dark corner and, despite me being uncomfortable, were left alone
by everyone except the individual that took our drink order.
"Great outfits," the waitress said. "You two won't be alone for
long."
But we were left alone for the next hour as we downed several
more drinks. Apparently, thank goodness, there weren't too many
single men here.
In to the second hour of sitting there and talking about
everything except the game we were playing, I told Mistress I had
to go to the bathroom and wanted the key to the room.
"Oh no," she said. "The ladies room is right over there."
I didn't have much of a choice, so I went unnoticed and used the
women's bathroom. Mistress had also told me to freshen up my
lipstick in the mirror, which I did.
I came back and sat down and was just beginning to really feel
comfortable by the whole thing when two guys approached our
table.
I was impressed that they apparently couldn't tell that I wasn't
a genuine girl, but wasn't ready for anything like this at all.
Mistress turned them away, thankfully, and we then decided to go
back up to the room. She knew, thank goodness, that that was not
part of my fantasy.
Or at least I thought she did.
"Just because I turned those guys away doesn't mean you aren't
sucking cock tonight, slut," she said when we got upstairs.
She then pushed me onto the bed and told me to get up on my knees
before opening the bedside table and pulling out a dildo. She
shoved into my mouth and told me to hold it there while she
prepared for the final phase of the night.
Part 11
What followed was everything from my mouth and ass being fucked
by her dildo to me being bound and spanked while hot wax was
dripped on my balls. The evening ended with me worshipping her
body -- tonguing her asshole, eating her pussy, licking her toes
and finally fucking her into a frenzy.
When it was over, my wife asked me if it was everything I had
imagined.
I told her that it was that and more.
She then asked me if I would do one more thing for her.
"Remember that tattoo we talked about?" she asked. "I want you to
get it done tomorrow."
I think I mumbled "yes" as I fell to sleep.
In the morning I decided to put the bikini on and go outside for
a quick tanning session.
My wife found me out there a few minutes later and said that she
could see I really had enjoyed the day before.
After my shower and admiring my now even deeper tan and the
illusion of white titties it created on my chest, I went to get
dressed.
"You have a choice," Mistress said. "You can wear men's clothes
or women's clothes to leave today. But I really did forget the
artificial nail remover at home, so you are leaving here with
those long nails for sure."
We compromised. I wore the Chic jeans and neutral shirt with
sunglasses and red lipstick I put on myself. I wore a cap over my
head. The final result looked like a lady heading out to the
ballpark for the day. But I looked liked a lady, and that was
what was important, I thought to myself as we walked out of the
room to leave.
Unbelievably, on the elevator was that same woman again. Once
again she smiled and this time she whispered into my ear.
"You look great, honey. I remember when I first started dressing.
It will get more comfortable for you, and you are so lucky to
have a beautiful woman helping you along the way."
The doors opened and she disappeared down the hallway.
"What was that all about?" my wife asked.
I just smiled at her and took her hand.
"Let's go to the tattoo parlor," I said, and walked confidently
toward the check out counter with the woman of my dreams on my
arm and the woman in my heart ready to confidently come out to
the world.
I had already decided I was calling in sick Monday. I hadn't
gotten Tuesday figured out just yet, though.
The End
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