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When Sally Made Emma ? by: Trish Shaw EDDIE "I'm in here." Sally's voice echoed out of the kitchen as I closed the door behind me. Following the delicious scent of cooking food and the sound of Sally singing along to the radio I ambled in to the kitchen undoing my damp sweaty cycling gear as I went. "Bugger me!" I whispered as she came into view wearing nothing but a white lacy apron and some of her more entertaining underwear. "If you want!" Sally giggled, "and I'll take it that you like my appearance?" What red-blooded male would not approve if they got home to find their fiancee wearing, a lacy basque, stockings, and high heels, minuscule panties and a maids apron! At 5' 9" in her bare feet Sally was already an inch or so taller than me, so in her 'shag me' heels she towered over me when she seductively swayed towards my open arms. "Poo! You stink!" she laughed after the obligatory 'just home' kiss, which went on a good bit longer than usual. "Eddie, you are in for a hell of a night!" I told myself as she grinned down at me and after wriggling one of her arms free, pointed upstairs. "You! Bath! Now!" "Okay, okay!" I chuckled, letting her go, "how long before tea?" "Twenty, thirty minutes, tops." She gave me a very suggestive look and patted my bum through my tight Lycra cycling shorts. "Scoot!" Rubbing my hands together in anticipation as I took the stairs two at a time, looking forward to a wild night with my sexy girlfriend. I was in for a definite treat tonight, it was not that often that Sally decided she was feeling a little neglected and took steps to correct my neglect but I knew tonight was going to be one of those nights. Sally and I have been a couple for about four years now, and like me she is a Manc. Ever since school she's worked for the same Bank, and is in line for a promotion to assistant branch manager. I'm a self- employed software consultant so between the two of us we have a nice standard of living. She is a very good-looking brunette with a lovely body and legs to die for. Michaelangelo could not have improved on her face with the huge expressive dark eyes and very sensual mouth that she has. God knows what she saw in me because at 5' '7 and a bit tall and only ten and a half stone I'm not exactly what you could call a hunk! I was getting a bit of a beer belly around the end of last year and Sally did not approve. For Christmas she bought me my pushbike and once I discovered how convenient using a bike was. I've hardly used my car since to get in and out of London for work and the beer belly has vanished as well. The dinner of boiled bacon ribs, cabbage and roast potato that was waiting for me after my bath was lovely. It's a pity that we rushed eating it so much, but the looks that Sally was firing over the table got me washing my dinner down with a few glasses of wine. I could tell she had one of her daft moods on and I expectantly wondered what she had in mind for me. With an impatient toss of her head she laughed. "Leave them!" as I started to clear the table. We had a deal, whoever is cooked for has to do the washing up. This was unusual because normally she is a stickler about her kitchen being left in the same way as she left it, immaculately clean and tidy. "You can do them later..." Her eyes filled with the sort of anticipation that sent a message directly to my best friend and Sally giggled as she pulled me towards the stairs, "If you've got any strength left." I was mesmerised by the sway of her bum as she led me in to our bedroom and said holding up the handcuffs. "Fancy a bit of fun?" We both enjoyed playing around with a bit of light bondage and domination, mainly with me tying Sally down but sometimes she fancied me at her mercy. Tonight I saw as I reached for the cuffs was going to be one of those nights when Sally pulled them away and said. "Not tonight love," Her pink tongue caressed her lips enticingly as she said in a husky tone. "I want to be the one chaining you up tonight." "Oh... A dominant maid?" I laughed "A bit of a conflict of interest there, don't you think?" "What maid?" Sally laughed unfastening her apron and letting it drop to the floor. "Now get your kit off and on to the bed!" She seductively slipped onto the bed and slipped the handcuffs around the metal headrest, smiling up at me she patted the bed and crooked a finger. Eager could not describe my speed as I undressed and laid on the bed. In a sudden movement Sally jumped on to my chest with a little giggle. Her excited scent filled my nostrils as she inched up my body until her crotch was just out of reach of my mouth. Pulling my arms over my head I felt her slip the metal cuffs about my wrists and with two firm clicks they were locked in place. Her eyes were hooded and looked at me hungrily as she smirked and hopped of my chest. I could hear her giggles as she fastened the leather cuffs about my ankles and pulled my legs apart. Two more clicks later and I was chained firmly by my wrists and ankles to the bed. (We had bought the bed because of this feature.) Knowing that it would drive me mad with desire, Sally turned on the cassette machine and began to do a sensual strip in time to the music. After kicking off her shoes Sally took her time, teasing me to death as she removed her basque and stockings. As each garment slipped off her gorgeous body with a sexy flip of her wrist Sally tossed it on to the bed, so that by the end of her show, all her discarded finery was littered about my raging hardon. God she looked hot! Her painted nails caressed my nipples and I felt myself buck against my bindings. As if she was a wave in the sea she rolled up my body, leaving no part briefly unexplored until her face was scant inches above mine. Then she dropped her bombshell! "Why did you need to shag Melanie, Eddie?" I felt my whole body burn, red with shame and I began to apologise! How the hell did she know about my one incident in the whole time I had been with her? Her eyes which only minutes earlier had burned with desire were now full of un-suppressed fury and I redoubled my apologies. "It was an accident, I'm sorry. It happened just the once at a conference," I pleaded, "It was a stupid meaningless thing, and one I regretted the moment I sobered up and realised what I had done... I'm sorry, I'll do anything to make it up to you." "I want to know everything!" Sally snarled slapping my face. Wailing that I was very drunk and did not really remember what happened I tried to explain how Melanie (a woman I've known since university) intimidated me in to shagging her. Giving me a look of distaste Sally picked up her knickers and bundled the up before shoving them into my mouth while I was still apologising and trying to explain. "Shut up!" With one of her stockings she tied the panties into my mouth and said in a dangerous tone. "I'm going for a drink," and pulled a pillowcase over my head plunging me into darkness. God knows how long she left me there, alone in the silence of the house. ***************************** SALLY Upset and angry I walked out of our bedroom confused feeling like I was about to burst in to tears. Although I told Eddie I was going out for a drink, I did not. Instead I went and sat in the conservatory with a bottle of wine with only the sound of the drizzle on the windows for company. To say that I was angry about Eddie's infidelity would be understating the point. I was bloody furious with him! Now that I've heard the story from both of them, I cannot really wholly blame Eddie because Mel is the biggest trollop I know! It would not have been so bad if I had not really loved Eddie, but unfortunately I do love the bastard and unbeknown to him I did pop my head round the bedroom door regularly to make sure he was okay. The sound of his weeping was a bit creepy at first, but I hardened my heart. He had hurt me and now he was going to have to pay! I'm sure Mel had no idea when she was installing the system into the branch, that I was Eddie's fianc?e. I already knew of her reputation from what some of my colleagues in other branches had said but the reality surprised me - she was a good laugh as I discovered over lunch. Talking at a 100 mile per hour she explained how she had just moved down here after accepting promotion in the Banks technical support department. Chattering freely she happily described, using terms like 'tart' and 'tottie', how she had 'a bit of fluff living' not far from London. To quote her, "I've got me a cutie ripe for plucking," should she ever have the need of a place to stay. To my astonishment she then described my Eddie and named him! I managed to keep my temper in check and hid my anger remaining polite with her for the rest of the day. Watching my rival like a stalking cat I saw just what a hussy she was in her attitude and behaviour with my male colleagues. Next morning she casually breezed into work on my manager's arm and told me over lunch with a grin. "Don't think I'm going to need my cutie. Want him?" Christ I nearly ripped her face off! One of these days that bitch will pay for every inch of the pain she's caused me. However first on the agenda was my wayward boyfriend. Thing was I did not know what to do. I had got him where I wanted him and now I did not have a clue. After about three hours of introspection I was going to let him go and walked noisily up the stairs. I was expecting Eddie to be more than a bit angry with me by now so he really surprised me by continuing to apologise the moment I removed his gag. Promising to do anything I wanted to prove he was truly sorry. "Anything?" I asked, "You mean that?" "Yes Sally..." Eddie begged, "Anything, I promise." It was the clothes I had strewn over him earlier that provided me with the solution. More than once, for fancy dress parties or comic relief I had tried to get him to go in drag but he had always refused, point blank. I knew why, he had gone to an all boys' school and had suffered a lot of bullying because he was usually given the girls' parts in plays and the like. My earlier decision to let him off went out of the window and I decided that I was going to make him in to what Mel had described! He's behaved like a tart, I told my self, now he can look like one! I could feel my smile burning the anger and confusion from my mind as I whispered hoarsely. "So you'll accept any punishment, I deem suitable will you?" His head bobbed up and down in affirmation as he said, "Yes Sally." "Right then!" I nodded curtly, "For at least the next month, you are going to do everything I say, agreed?" I could not believe that he did not even ask what his punishment was going to be before he said, "Yes..." "Rule one," I smirked, "Since I can no longer trust you, I'm just going to have to make sure that should you find yourself in such a situation again? You'll be to embarrassed to do anything about it!" I walked over to his underwear draw and removed all his underpants, "So from now on your wearing the frilliest knickers I can find for you! But first I want some insurance." Picking up my discarded clothing, I smiled at him and said, "Don't you dare argue or impede me in anyway, otherwise the game's over and I'm out of here!" This was getting to be fun and I had every intention of enjoying myself. "I wont," Eddie said. The look of horror on his face when I told him what I had in mind was lovely! I could tell he was not happy about me dressing him in my fancy lingerie and I had to inform him that any more complaining would be taken as impeding me and I would walk! "My bags are packed!" I coolly cautioned him. In truth my threat was an empty one I had absolutely no intention to leave him, but Eddie did not know that! I've never really been one for taking the dominant roll but when I saw Eddie, crossdressed and chained to my bed I felt a strange sensation. It was like a warm glow emanating from my belly up my body. A warm glow that stopped me in my tracks when I realised how I was sexually turned on I had got from what I was doing. The fancy digital camera I had bought him for his birthday was in my hands before I knew it! Acting up and playing a page 3 photographer, I got hotter and hotter as I told him to pout at the camera and stick out his tits. The humiliation I saw on his face as I downloaded the images from the camera and sent each one to my work email account gave me a mini orgasm. My mind was fizzing with ideas and suitable punishments some of, which were so weird I could not believe that I had thought of them! Once I had insured my control of the pictures, I fought back my impatience and reprogrammed the passwords on the computer before returning to the bedroom. Thinking that I may need a little more evidence I kept hold of the camera and took a couple more snaps from the door running my free hand lightly over my naked genitals. My pussy was almost dripping as I regarded the enforced transvestite that I had turned Eddie in to. In the past whenever I had been the one playing the dominant role, I had always felt a little foolish but that night was different. I was bursting with confidence and with a little cry of, 'please me!' I dropped the camera on the bedside table and hopped on to his waiting face. He has a talented tongue I'll say that for him! I was again tempted to release him after he had given me two fantastic orgasms but I did not. Only halting my movement at the last minute when it occurred to me that I could have his wonderful tongue when ever I wanted it, if I played my cards right. My original plans to dress him a few times and make him tart to the camera, like my initial decision went out of the window. I now wanted much more from him and from the way he was sticking up in his panties my Eddie was enjoying his submission as much as I was. Taking my time I teased his body mercilessly, calling him every feminine derogatory term I could think of. The tiny panties were incapable of restraining his excited cock and I could not help but notice, the more I degraded him the harder it got. After a third orgasm I wanted him and as I lifted off his face I gave his cock a quick lick murmuring, "yum-yum," before I grabbed a firm hold and said, shocking myself. "This belongs to me!" Then I slipped my lips over the end of his cock and teased it before letting it loose and saying, "Its mine not yours! From now on this is my cock and you had better treat it as such. - It's my cock. You will call it your pussy, understand - Slut?" "Y. Yes." Eddie stammered I could feel his blush through my thighs. In my hand I could feel his pulsing excitement, throbbing through his cock and I wanted to laugh and cry with delight. I knew my threat would make Eddie comply with my wishes even though he loathed the thought of crossdressing. It was a struggle but forced it back trying to keep my voice level. Saying as I gently squeezed the pulsing flesh in my hand. "So where have I got my hand Slut?" "On my pussy," he cried as I increased the frequency of sensual squeezing. On a wave of wanton lust I straddled him sighing with pleasure as I felt him sliding in to place. "My sluts punishment, will not be without some rewards..." ******************************** EDDIE I have always known that Sally had the capacity to be a real bitch, she is a bank manager after all, but with me she had always been sweetness and light. The change in her tonight had been dramatic, and it had happened before my eyes. She had gone from looking upset and like she was going to release me to a confident 'I'm the boss here' attitude, I recognised in her but had never before seen. It was when I apologised after she finally pulled the pillowcase from my head. I knew I had done wrong and that she deserved better behaviour and I honestly meant everything I said about doing what ever she wanted. I just never expected her to pick such a humiliating way of making me pay - and the way she described it chilled me to the bone. The feminine underwear she dressed me in, felt like it was branding its outline on to my skin and I hated it. Even worse she took my camera and photographed her handy work, taking the piss like crazy. My cock, which had been flaccid and shriveled under my panties, suddenly got interested again. The kick of humiliation I felt as it pressed against the nice feeling panties had me burning with embarrassment, which just seemed to send Sally into an even higher state of arousal. I've had never seen her so fired up and now she was giving me the most mind blowing sexual experience I have ever had! Even though the thought of having to wear panties made me cringe I could not deny that she had turned me on as much as she had turned herself on. Looking up at her bobbing boobs as she bounces up and down on my cock all I can see in her face is pleasure and that pleasure I saw there made me realise that I should do this for her. After what felt like an eternity of sexual torment I came almost simultaneously with her, grunting and gasping almost in unison. I slumped back as she fell forward. Whispering breathlessly, "thank you." As I sunk back in to the mattress hoping she would undo me. Breathing deeply Sally lay over me shuddering with released emotion and if my hands had been free I would have caressed her. It was the clinking of my handcuffs that stirred her when I made an attempt to touch her, I could feel her giggle before I heard it. Abruptly she sat up and lifted off my shrinking cock. Turning towards my face she said though her giggles, "Do your job Slut and clean me up," and sat her pussy over my mouth. Two orgasms later she finally released me from my chains, I knew from the pain I felt in my wrists and ankles that I was going to have some embarrassing bruising to explain if I wore shorts and a tee shirt. Getting free was a bit of a struggle, because Sally just undid my left wrist and put the key in my hand. "I'm going for a bath, once you are free come straight in," she gave me a devilish grin and added, "I expect you to be wearing the apron and my heels." I felt stupid when I walked into the bathroom and found Sally already drying off. The heels made me feel unsteady and very insecure, as well as hurting like hell! My fancy lingerie and maids apron embarrassed the hell out of me but Sally did not notice or care she just looked up and said. "Oh you're here, good! Strip off and jump in my water's still warm." She waited until I was fighting with the little catches on my basque before she said in a mock helpful tone. "Slip the bra straps down and spin it round so you can see," the amusement bubbling in her tone as she ended her sentence with, "Emma," made me shiver. I could see that Sally was very much into this and wondered how far she would go. "Emma," she giggled, "I think you'll like being Emma, Slut, I know I will!" Tickling my neck she said in a daft tone. "What's your name then tart?" "Emma?" I stuttered going beetroot red once more, which made Sally giggle and help me dry off. Wearing a tee-shirt and a pair of knickers Sally aped my usual bed attire and dressed me in her laciest satin nightie and frilly panties before slapping me on my bum and demanding that I fetch us both a bedtime hot chocolate. Waking up next morning in a nightie was a strange sensation, the skirt had rucked up about my waist and twisted the whole garment pressing a seam painfully against my armpit. Half asleep I rolled about the bed subconsciously looking for Sally's presence before hearing a bang. I cracked an eye open and saw Sally propped against the wardrobe drinking a cup of coffee with a strange look in her eye. "Awake are you?" she chuckled, "Good, I've got a surprise for you." Holding up a blue and white box she asked, "Know what these are?" Bleary eyed I shook my head and grunted a negative. Her chuckle took on a malicious edge as she said, "Wax strips. I said you will be to embarrassed to ever even think about another woman and I meant it. So shift your arse and get naked face down on the bed, quickly Emma we don't have all day and we have a lot to do!" Emma! Last night suddenly replayed its self in my mind and I realised that Sally meant every word she had said. Any hopes I might have had about her not meaning it died in the agony of a body wax. Talk about pain! Know what a plaster coming off a hairy leg feels like? Well imagine that every where, and I mean everywhere because by the time she was through, except for the hair on my head all I had left was a little triangle above my cock. I did not have time to dwell on my now hairless body because in short order I was chivvied in and out of the shower. Handing me a set of underwear including a suspender belt and a pair of stockings, Sally had a good laugh at me struggling to fasten the dam things on in the right places. Teasing me with comments like, "don't be so impatient Emma, you'll soon learn to fasten your underwear properly," and "Careful you don't run your stockings dear." Red faced and blushing I finally passed inspection and was allowed to put my usual jeans and a thick sweatshirt on. A sweatshirt that was very uncomfortable in the centrally heated shops that Sally spent the day dragging me around, murdering my credit card! Going shopping on a Saturday was nothing unusual, though normally it was a trip to Morrison's for the week's food and the like. Today was different from the moment we arrived at the shopping centre, because we started in the underwear section of Marks and finished with me laden down with bags and boxes in a very trendy shoe shop. It was terribly embarrassing even though in many respects the day out was no different to the few other times that Sally had taken me clothes shopping with her. The difference this time was that she had made it plain that everything she was buying was for my punishment. We chatted away quite normally most of the time and except for her calling me "Em" and occasional tweaking of my various feminine underwear straps Sally acted normally. She did however take great pleasure, from saying in a tone loud enough for passers by to hear. "Do you think that your Emma would like this?" as she held what ever had caught her eye up against me. I was not the only bloke getting dragged round the shops and I exchanged a few 'why me' looks with them. Although I knew that anyone who saw us would just assume (like the other blokes) that we were any other couple out shopping, never guessing that we were shopping for me. Now that I saw it that was mine, I was crapping myself with humiliation the whole time as I prayed that the outline of my bra straps were not visible through the back of my sweatshirt or the suspender's through my jeans. Thankfully she never followed through with her joking threat to have me try on some of what she bought, although she did scare the hell out of me in one of the shoe shops! If I thought the shopping was bad worse was to come as we made our way back to the car. Just at the entrance to the car park was a shop called Claire's Accessories, selling earrings and hair ornaments, slides, barrettes, scrunchies and the like. We had paused there briefly on our way in and Sally had commented that there were some nice things in the window. Hampered by all the bags I followed her as Sally made a beeline for the door and led me in. Boldly she strolled up to the counter and said, "My boyfriend wants his ears piercing, and I saw that you had a two for the price of one offer on?" The woman behind the counter gave me a friendly smile but addressed Sally, "Oh yes, we're offering double piercing for the price of single and a complementary pair of earrings all for ?9.99." "Oww, that sounds like good value, what 'cha think Em?" Sally turned to me and gave me the sort of look that said that I had better agree or else. Having little option, I was all to aware that she was quite willing to walk out on me, I nodded and said trying to muster up some enthusiasm, "Yeah! I've been meaning to get them done for a while now." "Well then," the woman laughed lightly indicating to the corner, "Hop on to the stool and I'll do them. You can leave your bags and the like here, they will be quite safe." Sally nodded at me and I felt a shiver of fear run through me, she really intended for me to leave the shop with my ears pierced. As I stooped and sorted out the bags Sally whispered, "I hope you're looking forward to this Emma, because I am!" "You can select, sleepers or studs while I'm sterilising the gun, the range available is in the case," the woman said cheerfully, walking into the small room behind the counter and clicking a button, which resulted in a bleeping sound. Sally led me over and nodded to the stool before looking in the case the woman behind the counter had mentioned. Wishing the floor would eat me, did as she bid and felt bloody foolish as I sat waiting. ; "Made up your mind yet?" the woman said walking up to up me. She was carrying a small gun like device on a tray and was wearing a pair of thin rubber gloves. Setting the tray on the counter she, "Because I'm ready when your are." "Yes," said Sally, digging her nail into my back before I could open my mouth. "Em will have a stud and sleeper in each lobe please." "Oh yes?" the woman smirked and tipped Sally a smile as she placed a hand on my shoulder. Her hand was pushing on my bra strap through my sweatshirt and I knew she must have felt its outline. Giving Sally an even bigger smile she said, "I can see why that would look so suitable on him." Then they both had a little giggle at my expense before this very scary but very nice woman suggested to Sally lifting my ponytail, "why don't you find some pretty things for all this? It's such a waste of lovely hair in a boring old pony tail." Sally's eyes lit up with amusement and she said lowering her voice so that only the three of us could hear her, "Be a good girl Emma and behave yourself, okay?" She gave me a brief kiss on the forehead and walked away almost bouncing with delight. "You're very lucky, you know?" the woman said marking my earlobes with a pen of some nature, "Most TV's I know live in fear of their girl friend finding out." She giggled and said kindly, "Don't worry Emma, I'm not repulsed by you, some of my best customers are tranny's just like you. Have you just told her dear, because it obvious that this is her idea?" I went white with surprise. She was assuming that I was getting my ears pierced because I was a transvestite. "Erm, yeah," I admitted, it was better than having to admit to the truth and explain that this was all a punishment. "I bet you're really pretty when you're all dolled up," she laughed and cautioned, "Hold still." I felt her position the gun and then with a click my ear was pierced. I was not painful and I guessed that when she cleaned the lobe she used something that numbed the flesh. The whole thing took less than ten minutes and by the time Sally reappeared holding a small collection of bits and bobs I was looking at my earrings in a mirror. I was even enjoying chatting with the woman, whose name was Mary. Although in truth Mary was doing all the talking I was just nodding and agreeing. "Oh! That will look lovely...," Mary said enthusiastically as she saw the sliver metal barrette and matching earrings Sally had picked out. As I was paying for everything, Mary said lowering her voice and handing me a card, "I don't know if you know but there's a TV support group that meets in the Branford Hotel on Market Street twice a month. The information is on the card." She smiled up at Sally and said, "We're welcome as well dear, so no doubt we'll meet again soon. I hope so because I'm sure Emma here makes a smashing girl!" Sally nodded and gave me a smile, "I'm sure we'll be seeing you then." After saying thank you and again being given the instructions on how to take care of my piercing I was finally able to escape. Chuckling to herself Sally led me back to the car almost cracking up with amusement. "You drive!" Sally said as I loaded the boot. I could hear the gale of laughter that exploded from her mouth the moment she closed the car door. We were in the queue at the exit from the car park before Sally calmed enough to laugh. "My boyfriend the transvestite, eh?" I tried to explain but Sally just waved my words aside and asked for the card Mary had given me. Its awkward to get something out of a back pocket when you are driving so it was just as well that we were stationary. After reading the card, Sally laughed and said, "We're going there on Wednesday night Emma. I'll phone the co-ordinator tonight and get the information." The moment we got home Sally told me to take a shower and we spent the rest of the evening with me trying on all the things she had brought. After a few glasses of wine my embarrassment began to fade and I began to get into what she was making me do. Even her teases about my various outfits began to get enjoyable and after a while Sally joined me in trying on the different clothes. She was still teasing me to death but I was doing the same back. Although I hated to admit it to myself much later when Sally was sleeping soundly beside me, drained by another amazing bout of wild lovemaking, I had enjoyed the night's activities. Now that the numbing sensation had worn off, I could not get comfortable because my ears were a little painful whichever side I lay on. I lay there for a long time in the dark, shocked and a little ashamed when I realised that when Mary had assumed I was a Tranny she could well have been right. Next morning I woke up at just after seven after a night of confused dreams about, returning home from work and finding her gone. For a while I just lay there feeling a rush of relief when I felt (and heard) Sally cuddled up beside me. I could tell from the snores that she was still out for the count and that a bomb going off next to her ear would not have roused her. Even so I still was as careful as I could be when I slipped out of bed feeling the soft satin of my long nightie caressing my smooth hairless skin. After a wash and brush up I felt alive, shocked and stimulated, my reflection in the bathroom mirror was scary and exciting. Knowing that I could be putting my foot in it, I quickly found the 'office Emma' skirt and blouse that Sally had got for me, and some of my new underwear before I crept silently, carrying them, down to the kitchen. Dithering over my morning cup of coffee I had to force myself to dress, the idea had been so appealing until I actually had to do it. Telling myself hopefully, that Sally would like it I finally began to put the clothes on. Now I've watched Sally put on a pair of tights every morning for the last three years but it was not until I actually put a pair on that I realised there was a knack to it. I got them twisted about my legs first time, but got it right second go. Wearing only my tights panties and bra I walked in to the front room and beheld a sight of devastation. There were clothes everywhere and it took me a bit of searching before I found the three-inch heels that Sally had got me. Slipping on the shoes wondering why women wore such stupid footwear I hobbled back to the kitchen and slipped on my blouse and skirt. Feeling bloody foolish I walked in to the hall and had a look at my reflection. With the top of the blouse hanging empty and my ever so slight beard shadow I looked as foolish as I felt. Habitually picking up the brush when I saw my sleep tangled hair I brushed it out loving and loathing the glint of the gold earrings in my lobes. Suddenly I got into the idea, feeling really strange when I realised that I wished I could really look like I suited the clothes. - It was only a little step from the mirror to the downstairs loo and it was not until I had stuffed the left bra cup with tissue paper that I just as suddenly felt embarrassed about everything. About to sack the whole plan I had another change of heart and after a very close shave I was back in front of the mirror. Fiddling with the little buttons on the blouse forgetting that they fastened on the wrong side. The effect of filling the bra cups made me look a lot less stupid from the neck down, and I was very impressed with my nylon covered legs under the skirt although the shoes were going to take a bit of getting used to. After making myself a second cup of coffee, I got stuck into the front room and began to tidy the mess we had made up. Looking at the number of empty wine bottles I was astonished that I did not have a hangover, because if we had four bottles between us, I deserved one! Although it's just as well that I did not given the way my feet and legs were feeling by the time everything was tidy again. I did not need a hangover on top of the pain my heels were causing me. I let Sally sleep until half nine, before I made her a pot of tea (she loathes coffee) and carried it up to our bedroom. On the spur of the moment while I was waiting for the kettle to boil I saw the maid apron from Friday night in the pile of clean washing and for effect I tied it about my waist. Considering I had hardly ever bothered about my appearance for most of my life it was strange when I realised that the first thing I had done after putting it on was go and have a look in the mirror! Feeling a mixture of trepidation and excitement I pushed open our door and said, "Morning Sally, wakey, wakey, it's a lovely day outside." "Ughh... My head!" Sally groaned and slowly sat up. Setting the tea beside the bed I smiled down at her and laughed. "Want some Panadol?" Her eyes were unfocused and half-asleep when she mumbled an affirmative. I was able to watch her eyes clear and it was like watching the dawn! I knew I was in for an embarrassing time, but strangely that did not frighten me. The look of love I saw on her face was enough to finally remove the memory of my demon filled night-time horrors. ************************ SALLY I could not believe my eyes when Eddie walked in to the bedroom with my pot of tea. He looked so relaxed! The faint lines on tension that had been around his eyes ever since we first met had vanished. The smile on his face was almost radiant as he watched me take the headache pills. It took me a couple of seconds to notice how he was dressed, call it the dim light in the bedroom (it sounds better than my hangover) but when I did I nearly wet myself! He looked just delicious! I sure he must have been able to tell how pleased I was about his amazing surprise because he gave me a silly little curtsey when I told him I'd like my breakfast and the Sunday paper in bed. It was a really decadent feeling, reading the paper with his tongue busy between my legs! Got to say though, it's the best way I've found to remove a hangover... By the time I did get up the house was immaculate, he had been a little darling and tidied up all the mess we made last night. As he had said it were a lovely Sunday morning, and his tongues attention had got me in mind to play with my new toy. "Emma!" I called him up from where he was now massaging my feet, "be a sweetheart and slip on my purple bikini for me please." He blushed like mad when a load of tissue paper fell out of his bra and I told him, "Don't worry Emma I'll buy you a real pair of tits if you're a good girl." Rolling out of bed I told him to pass me my usual bikini and pulled it on. The purple bikini did not look that bad on him and feeling devilish I led him down stairs and out into the garden. "Get the sun-loungers, Emma our tans need some work!" I might not have been able to get away with making him wear a bra to work, but I could make dam sure he had a good set of tan lines! While he was opening the shed I nipped back into the house and grabbed one pair of handcuffs, a couple of trashy paperbacks and a jug of fruit juice. Getting back to find that he had set the loungers up and was waiting for me with that odd, 'I'm sacred but enjoying myself' look on his face. I had first noticed that expression the shop after he had got his ears pierced and it made him look really cute! "Choice time Emma," I laughed walking back out, "You can either agree to be a good girl and follow the sun as it moves over the patio or I'll handcuff you to the washing line pole in full view of next door." Our patio is lovely, quite big with lots of sun loving pot plants but best of all it cannot be overlooked, which makes it ideal for me to lie out and read in the sun topless. Surrounded by all the plants it also smells lovely, and is one of my favourite places in the house. Needless to say Eddie said, "I'll be a good girl, I promise." I was pleased to note that with out any need for me comment he gradually moved his chair from one side of the patio to the other as the afternoon progressed. Its only taken a few sun bathing sessions and Eddie now proudly sports a perfect set of bikini tan lines, which serve my purpose perfectly. I know he gets that embarrassed about his tan lines when he is in Eddie mode that he would never allow anyone other than me and perhaps on or two of the girls from the group to see. He surprised me though, because towards the end of the afternoon, he admitted that he no longer felt that I was punishing him for his infidelity because he was enjoying it all too much. I felt like kissing him and would have except that his eyes took on that intense light that indicated he was thinking very deeply. It took him a while to get his thoughts out and it was fascinating to hear my boyfriend who is normally so typically masculine in the way he deals with his feelings, openly discussing his emotions so honestly. Some of what he said was way beyond my understanding, but I'll admit it here, he's far better read than I am. (Mainly because he's been to university and I have not.) He spent a lot of time talking about taboo, trying to explain how what I had got him to do broke all kinds of male rules. At first I thought he was perhaps trying a form of educated bollocks to get me to change my mind, but the more he spoke the more I realised he was not trying to talk his way out of being Emma, instead he was justifying and convincing him self that it was all right for him to enjoy being her. His rambling comments covered our sex life quite bluntly and I felt myself blushing a few times when he described how much more fun we were having in bed since I became more dominant. Like I said it was an eye opening experience and one that I treasure because I doubt that many men would willingly open up quite so much to their partners, given the humiliations I had dumped on him. He gave me load of ideas as well. One of which I acted on pretty much the moment the patio hit the shade. "Go and shower Emma, I'll join you in a tick. I want you wear something special for me tonight, and I've got to find it." Diving into my wardrobe it took me about five minutes to find the underwear I wanted and very scanty maids dress that went with the little apron he had worn earlier before I joined him under the shower. His way of greeting me was lovely because Eddie dropped to his knees and shoved his head between my legs before I had even got my hair wet. His cock was sticking up like a cannon between his legs and I knew I was going to have to have a slice of it. I'm not quite sure how we managed it but some how or other I managed to straddle him under the running shower. "Nympho..," he giggled up at my bouncing face as he slid in and out of my willing body. "Who me?" I grinned, wondering if we had opened something in both our minds because we have made love more times since Friday night than we would normally in a month. I knew he was teasing when he gasped, "If I'd known you'd react like this I'll have let Melanie get me again." "Wanting to show your tan marks off Emma?" I whispered as I felt the bliss coming. The red flush of embarrassment (and exercise, maybe) flew over his face and that sent me thrashing up and down on him as my orgasm arrived. We were both giggling like loonies when I painfully lifted myself from him and with no promoting from me 'Emma' immediately began to tongue me clean. As his head was at a convenient height I dumped a handful of shampoo into his hair and slowly massaged it in, loving the occasional feel of his newly pierced ears when I brushed them and made him wince in sudden pain. I felt like that I was living my deepest fantasies as he gradually brought me to another orgasm that was almost as mind blowing as the one he gave me last night! We were both a bit water wrinkled when we finally dried off and I got quite a kick from having him not only moisturise my body but also his own. Mary's comment in the shop about how pretty Emma would be dolled up, had been running around my mind all day and I decided to see just what 'she' would look like after I had given her the works! Taking my bendy rollers I told him as firmly as my delight would allow me. "You're going to have to learn how to do this yourself," and after a squirt of mousse I began to roll up his hair. Having finished with his hair, I turned my attention next to his face. Deliberately going mad and plastering him with foundation before I shaded his eyes. I used a thick black eye liner, lots of mascara and I could tell from the lump at his groin that I was turning him on like mad. Trying to sound stern I swatted the lump and said, "Remember Emma, this is meant to be a punishment," before I ran a couple of coats of red lipstick around his mouth. Taking up my big brush I ran a touch of pink blush over his cheeks and then she was ready to dress. I could tell he was itching to see his reflection but be blowed if I was going to let that happen before he was ready to serve me! The look on his face as I sat back on the loo and watched him dress was a picture. The naked longing and the embarrassment there balanced each other out perfectly and I knew he would do anything I wanted. Before I fetched his dress I led him back to our bedroom and dried his hair. It would have been nice to have had him look at the mirror so he could see what I was doing but I wanted this to be as big a surprise as I could. Once his normally straight brown hair was a mass of bouncing ringlets I covered the lot with a ton of hair spray. Slipping the metal hair barrette in to place and fussing with it so that his four earrings could be seen glittering on either side of his made up face surrounded by a mass of brown 'girlie' curls. "Right Emma," I grinned feeling my excitement mounting, "Your dress is on the bed." In the black underwear and stockings he looked like a creature from a fantasy to me and I was half tempted to ravish him. "Since you decided that dressing as a girl was not punishment enough for your slutty behaviour Emma, I've decided that you can be my maid!" Not wanting to be encumbered with any more clothes than necessary I slipped on a long skirt and a tee shirt of his. Having to tell him to keep his eyes on the door, every time he began to shuffle round to the mirror, I made him wait until I was dressed and ready before I said tossing him my perfume. "Here catch! I want you to walk up to the mirror and scent your self, like I've just done and tell me what you see." Normally Eddie could not catch a bucket of water in a rainstorm, as he got the reflexes of a snail so I was surprised to see the small battle land smack in the palm of his hand. Then he looked up and saw the mirror for the first time. "Wow!" he exclaimed, and then tried to hide his elation as he stuttered, "what have you done to me?" With a normal skirt and top in place of his very skimpy maid's uniform, I could have taken Emma shopping with out any fear of discovery. He looked absolutely marvellous and I took great delight in my maid all night. This all happened about a month back now and I've got to say as far as our relationship is concerned, I no longer have any fears about his straying. Even though since I got him to join the TV group our social life has exploded and if any thing he goes out more often alone than he did. I'm not worried when he's out these days because I know that so long he is with members of the group, it's Emma who's out and she wont stray from me. She knows when she's on to a good thing! Trish 2001 - [email protected]