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An Open Invitation - by: Ashley Lorien Well I guess it should all start with a little history, that is, my history. I have been dressing up since I was twelve. Back then it was mostly my moms stuff or my sisters. Now 16 years later, I wonder what will ever become of it all. I guess it all started when I was young and I had a hard time being a 'ladys man'. Now I know it isn't really that important at that age, but as I grew older that sort of thing did take on a big role. I am not terribly unattractive, but I do tend towards normal, and well, even a little bookish. I suppose the next big step was when I learned just how erogenous my ass was. I mean I began wearing a g-string when I was fifteen and managed to get one from the mall and I have been wearing one as often as I could since then. That has been I must confess, nearly daily for the last 5 years. Oh and then the magic of the internet, where you can be anyone you choose, and talk about anything you choose, and do anything you choose. In a word, WOW. So I began looking, I mean I was married so I didn't look that much at first, but as my marriage has moved from friendship, to passion, and back to more friendship, I realize that I might just be happier as the woman in a relationship, rather than the man. So like I said I have been looking. Now what do you look for you may be asking yourself, or maybe you look for the same things I do, who knows. I guess I am looking for what I would call Mr. Right. I know I know that is pretty vague, but hey a girl has to start vague and work down to it, right? So now not daily but most days, I like to log onto my Yahoo account, and search for a room titled something along the lines of tv's looking to be brides... Yea, that sounds about right. I may have met you there before, who knows, I tend to be the hard to please girl that is horny one minute and super critical the next. So I was looking for my very own Mr. Right when one day you sent me a little note, "Hi, nice pic, care to chat?" It seemed innocuous enough, so I replied, "Sure why not, what do you u have in mind?" Well we ended up exchanging ideas. Me telling him how I vacillated back and forth between wanting to leave my wife, and be a woman, and chickening out and looking for just some steamy online chat. So he pointed out that it sounds as if I could use a little direction in my life. Now who am I to disagree with that? So he asks point blank, "Do you like s&m relationships?" "I've honestly never been in one," I reply... But I continue, "I am pretty sure that I am not so much into the whole bondage and discipline, and sado-masochism thing as maybe some others are." I thought on it for a few minutes while I go and pour myself a drink and I reply with, "Not so much, more the wives obey your husbands kind of thing, than the whole s&m scene." Wow did he light up at that. We exchanged ages and descriptions and even a pic or two of ourselves. Me the 5'10" avg guy, 145# blue eyes, glasses, and sandy blonde hair, You slightly older, taller, hairy of course and definitely looking for the obedient housewife, who you could love and yet still mold to your tastes. I was the traditional girl sending pictures of me in a dress while you sent one of yourself clothed, and another of your handsome cock. Then the topic of interests came up. I started out, "Honestly I crave being a housewife, gardening, cooking, and a little housework every day. Would be right up my alley," I claim, "Then again I would also want to mix in a little reading as I am a huge book worm, and some of my other interests, like kites, and sailing, hiking, and playing chess, watching college football and basketball on tv, the whole 9 yards, and of course every girls weakness, shopping." You simply sent me a:) since those were your interests as well. Maybe some more than others, but still the same interests. You had even been looking for a girl to spend your life with, but had seemingly missed her the first thirty or forty years of your life. You told me how my hobbies were just those very same that matched yours, but more than that you were looking for a woman with the same sexual interests as yourself. Ok, so you piqued my interest. I had to know more, so I asked, "What all are you interested in doing sexually?" You were open with your answers, but they were a bit out in left field, from what I was used to being propositioned with, there was the obvious, oral sex, as well as butt sex, since it seems those are par for the course, in these sorts of relationships. And good for me that I really had grown in my craving for buttsex, to the point that I was wearing a butt plug daily to sleep and all day long, just so that I got to enjoy that full feeling no matter what it was I was doing. Oral sex on the other hand still seemed to me the, well the obligation of a woman for her man, but never my own personal first choice. I guess the only really good thing about it was getting to feel a man grow hard while he was in your mouth, swelling up while his member was on your tongue, well that was definitely something I enjoyed. You continued, with, "She has to be into corsetry and heels, since my ideal woman would wear a corset and heels most all of the time, unless she was in the shower, and maybe even then." My head reeled, loving corsets and knowing that there was no more feminine thing than plain old high heel shoes, you nearly had me at, well not the clich?' hello, but at heels. Of course I told you as much and you just smiled again. Then you pointed out your penchant for bald cunts and quite large breasts and told me that, "In the long run were we to end up together, mine would have to be done so that they were pendulous enough for your tastes, and that down there I would have a nice little bald cleft just large enough to accommodate you." At which you started to sound like more than a Mr. Right and more and more like a Mr. Perfect. So we kept talking flirting and the like, and you asked me what I thought of non traditional sexual things. I replied, "Well I suppose it all depends on what you have in mind." You asked if I would be against a spanking every now and then? But you asked so sweetly that I couldn't help but say, "Sure, I guess that is ok." Then you asked me if I would mind considering some other things, like wearing diapers from time to time, and playing a, 'little girl to your daddy', role. That took me aback, but I said that I would try anything once, as long as it was pleasurable for us both, or so severely pleasurable for one of us that the other would not mind going along with it, to make the other happy. Then you dropped the bomb, "Well then little girl," you said, "if you are gonna wear a diaper, and be my girl, will u mind messing your diaper from time to time?" I just sat there thinking and not typing anything, wondering just how far this would go, until you said, "That is right, I want you too poop in your diaper on those days that I have you wear one." Now when I was in the 4th grade I used to have a fantasy about just such a thing, but there was no way that you could have known anything about that, so I just sat there thinking about it for a while. "Hello? Are u there?" you typed. "Yes," I replied, but wow what a bomb to drop and me to swallow, I mean that will take me a little while to think about. You lead on with, "That is fine little one, just let me ask you if you at least mind discussing well, discussing those sort of potty games?" I responded with, "U mean like do I mind enemas or something?" And you said, "Well that and more, I mean do you mind accepting pee enemas from my cock every morning for the rest of your life, or at least until I stop waking with piss hard ons...?" Which gave me pause, as to just what was I getting into? I mean I do like discussing sex and enjoy sex as much or more than most people, but I was starting to wonder just what it was you were looking for, did you want a depraved slut, like it sounded, or were you searching for a friend or well I just didn't know. So thinking that it might just be the best thing, I came out and asked, "Hey just what is it that you are looking for? A depraved slut or well, maybe something more? A lover and a best friend and someone that is in the mood for wild sex from time to time but well not 10 minutes into a conversation, you know?" You laughed. Amused that I cared, but impressed that I wasn't a complete libertine, and had a twinge of self control, maybe even enough to play the ideal lady in public, eye candy for your friends but sweet and demure. And only a slut in the bedroom, and that only after topping Julia Childs with my prowess in the kitchen. So well, u asked me if maybe we could meet sometime, and I got VERY nervous, after all chatting on the internet was one thing and meeting a man that wanted to see me as nothing other than a woman, a sex object, a potential wife, friend and confidant, and well maybe a cum receptacle on a trice daily basis. "I definitely have to think about it," I replied, after all there were a lot of things I had going through my mind. What would I wear, could I indeed shave my legs and meet you looking passable as I had on a few occasions in the past, but easily over 3 years ago? What about my hair, it had once been so long and glamorous, but now was short for my current job, and well there was that too, I had a job, that kept me on the road traveling weeks at a time and well that was hard to balance into a relationship too, or would you have me quit that job? Be a housewife? Who knew? I certainly didn't. And I told you as much, I expressed the concerns that I had, from the fact that I was so wishy washy and wouldn't know how I would respond to your advances until I had been sitting across from you and had consumed at least a glass maybe two of my white zin. To the fact that I was indeed married, looking, but for the time married, and wasn't certain if I would be able to live up to your needs and expectations, and then there were the practical things, like well, like I had college loans, and a car payment and such that I was making, and if I were to become 'Lil Miss Homemaker', did you intend to pick up those or should I just abandon my entire life, and hope that in a dress in a new town maybe the creditors and the employer that I had signed a contract with, for two and a half more years, would never come looking for me. These thoughts all ran through my head, and I began to panic. "No," I said, "No there is no way that I will be able to meet with you, I am just too concerned with all these loose ends and well how would they all get tied up, and do I know I can trust you, that you aren't going to kidnap me and sell me into slavery to some sheik in the middle east, and well there are horror stories like that out there you know, hell you might even try to kill me." I was steadfast, in my refusal, but you wrote, a simple question that I had no answer for, "What if I am the one, and you are missing your chance at happiness?" I just sat there sipping my wine and thought that one thru. "What if indeed," I typed back, "What if my aunt had balls," I wrote, "She'd be my uncle, and what if a frog had wings, well it sure wouldn't hit its ass when it hopped too." I was fuming, how dare you back me into a corner like that, and ask me a question that left me no room to run. I clicked off your chat box, and said, "Hi," in the room again, deciding to go back to flirting and not paying attention to anything or anyone in particular. But you kept on, you told me of the body you imagined for me, how you would spoil me, and make me into the girl of your dreams, how I would have to give up a little of the control of my life, but that I might gain my dream existence in return, and wouldn't I just consider it? Finally I relented and agreed, yes, we could meet somewhere, but I wasn't promising anything, anything at all, no special outfit, no clean shave, just that I would be there and I would listen to you and see what we had in common in the real world, outside of the internet fantasy. We agreed on a time and place, the food court at a mall close to me, you after all, deciding that I needed to stay comfortable. That I was maybe even worth it, the trip across 3 states just to get here, stay in a hotel room, and meet someone as nervous and stand offish as I appeared at first, all on the off chance that maybe I wasn't a head case, or if I was, well at least, obedient enough that I could learn to be your girl, and revel in the role. So we met. I had a slice of pizza and a coke, and was wearing an unmistakable hat, when you walked up, introduced yourself, and offered your hand. I took it, shook lightly, and wiped my mouth. I don't know what your first impression was, maybe something along the lines of oh my god, what a mess, but maybe then again it was something like well a little rough around the edges but nothing that can't be fixed with foundation garments, or a little cosmetic surgery. You had a salad, which was funny, in a way, that we should start everything out with me eating pizza and you the salad, until you spoke. "Um, don't you think that maybe you ought to be eating something like this, and I something like that?" Where upon you sat across from me, and swapped out my barely begun slice for the bowl of green leafies and a small container of what looked like ranch dressing. I was astonished, at your brazen daring, but also rather admired it, and was glad that from the beginning you thought it important to control small things about me, while trying to mesh in the making me comfortable factor. So I opened the dressing container, and it didn't smell like any dressing I had ever enjoyed so I looked at you puzzled, and you just smiled, saying it was something you made on your own, guaranteed good for the body, soul and mind, but not very fattening like most dressings too often were. I shrugged it off and poured the creamy mix on the lettuce, and picked up a fork. Now having experimented sexually as many times as I had, both with myself and others, I had tasted my own seed, but I was shocked when the first leaf, slid across my tongue which thereupon screamed out 'SPERM' as I just sat there, my mouth full and you smirking across from me. I guess it was then that you had me. I agreed to meet you again and again over then next few days, once for coffee and poetry, another time for a more intimate dinner, this time with me dressed up in a long dress you had picked out for me, and topped off with a strawberry blonde wig, that you had included with the dress. Both evenings were magic, and I ended the second with a passionate kiss melting into your embrace. But as fate would have it you had to return home for work. You told me that we could email each other regularly, and that since our little meetings had gone so well, maybe you would send me a few things to wear, so I had better get a post office box, in order to receive the things that you would be sending me. The first thing to arrive in my PO Box was a significantly larger buttplug. I examined it and hurried home to log on and send you an email that I had received it. Only to discover that when I logged on you were there waiting for me, and sent me the following note, "Baby girl, that is molded from my own. You are to wear it daily and grow both accustomed to my size and shape, as well as, learn to have a hard time functioning with out me in you." I was astonished, until you told me what I was to expect the following day, Hormones. Fucking Hormones. So you were serious. I could tell. And I was learning that well I was getting deeper and deeper into this that if I didn't stop it soon there would be no turning back. I thanked you for your attention and promised I would send you something small in return soon. At which point I wrapped up a pair of my thongs and dropped them in the mail. The next day, true to your word, Hormones and lots too, not just Powerful feminine Hormones, but also anti-testosterone medicines as well, indeed you intended to make up for in no short time what mother nature had neglected for 28 years. So I went about my daily routine, my spouse never suspecting, except for a comment she made about the fact that I had taken to shaving my armpits, every day in the shower. She didn't approve, and made her displeasure obvious, but I had finally decided to give it a shot, and see just where it all led. As it turns out I didn't get another package in my PO Box until you had gotten my thong, and emailed me how that was exactly appropriate and the sort of things you expected me to be sending. But two days after that email, I received, another something in my box, this time it was gag. But u hadn't just gotten just any old store gag, you had once again molded yourself, and instead of the flared base of a plug, this time, had incorporated a mouth piece similar to what football players wear to protect their teeth from injury. That piece fitted over my teeth, and I could enjoy the sensation of you filling my ass, mouth and throat, while doing mundane daily tasks like my daily 45 minute commute to and from work. I wore them both as much as I dared, until one day I had a near accident when driving, which made me much more leery and consequently I drove slower, less aggressive and well, to your credit, more like a girl. Then u sent them to me, my first pair of five inch heels. White pumps, no padded toe either, five inches all in the heel. And you asked me to wear them when I drove as well. Now that was going to take some doing. The first time I tried it I swear I have never driven worse, especially since I have a five speed manual, operating the clutch with those shoes was near misery. I began to crave a guy that would drive and let me ride in the passenger seat. That was when you came to visit the second time. You told me to plan to go out of town for the weekend, to pack stuff for camping with the guys, and I did. I had a sleeping bag, some hiking boots, pants, a light sweatshirt, and a bandana, on as well as a second pair of each in my back pack. We drove for a while just listening to the radio, which was after all a point of contention, what with me preferring Pearl Jam, no I had to tell you that isn't some kind of kinky oriental sex act, Soundgarden, and Rage Against the Machine. You preferring at best the classic rock station, Led Zepplin and some classic Floyd the loudest you felt comfortable with listening to on the radio. After a while I gave up and turned the radio down, letting you have your way, for which you smiled at me and asked me if I brought my pills, plug and gag. I nodded yes at you from the passenger seat, where I was already wearing my heels for you. You asked me where they were if u needed to stop for me to get them from the trunk or anything, to which I replied, that I had the plug in, and had already taken my morning dose of pills, but that the gag, and the rest of my pills were in my bag in the trunk. You said that you understood, but I saw a glint in your eyes and as we didn't slow down. I figured that it was all cool. Until you began fishing around in the back seat, searching and searching for a BAG. I saw it and helped you get the handles in your hand, which only made you smile, and u pulled it into the front seat, and put it in my lap. Open it u said. I did, and inside were Lots of PINK things. I had no idea where to start. I started pulling things out, first to emerge, was a pair of pink thigh hi stockings, no the stay up type, these were definitely gonna need garters. Next came a box with breast forms in it, I began reading it, and deduced that they were self adhesive natural shaped, and would warm to the bodys tempersture, while adding five inches to the wearers bust. I did some mental math, and that would currently make me somewhere between a 36DD and a 36DDD, which made me smile, except I remembered all of the times I heard girls complain about their tits making their backs hurt. So I kind of pursed my lips, and kept searching thru the bag. In it I also found, a Corset with matching Tiny G-String panty. I pulled it out and looked at it, it seemed terribly waspish in its cut, but I figured that of course you knew best. And then I smiled thinking that the tightness would help my lower back support my new boobs, as well as, hold up my stockings, and cover my bits down there, so that kind of killed a few birds with one stone. In the bottom of the bag was a pink and white gingham checkered dress. I held it up to myself and it looked like it might, might make it down to mid thigh. Rummaging looking in the bag I discovered a shoe box, and I opened it, I pulled out a pair of six inch bubblegum pink heels with a little ankle strap, that had some sort of lock on it, you grinned your biggest grin yet when I withdrew them. Then you asked me to get changed, in the back seat if I needed more room, otherwise in the seat there next to you. So I stripped off my clothes realizing that we were going nowhere near a campground, and started to get dressed. I rolled the stockings up my legs, after which I slid the g- string up and in between my cheeks, where I felt it apply a gently pressure to my plug. That made me wiggle a tad as I sat there, next was to be the forms, and I wiped my chest with a little alcohol wipe, like from a doctors office, the kind used right before a shot that you seemed to conveniently have. Then removed the adhesive tabs on the back, and stuck one to each side of my chest, holding them firmly in place for five minutes until the glue had a chance to set. After which I adjusted the strings on the corset so that it formed a somewhat hourglass shape, them wrapped my torso in the corset, and hook and eye closed it in the front. Woah. I had to breathe in deep to get the first few hooks done, and then You had to reach over and push me against the car seat while I tugged to get the garment to mold around and cup my tits. My tits, there I said it. That was weird. I slipped the dress over my head and pulled it under my ass and crossed my legs at the knee, which seemed the most appropriate thing in the world to do, given such a position. You asked if I had remembered my wig, and I nodded a surprisingly sheepish yes, to which you patted my leg and said, "Good girl, now put on your shoes and lock the ankle strap and give me the key." I sighed and did just that. Knowing that now things had definitely gone further than I would have ever suspected. You flung the pile of clothes I had worn into the back seat, along with the bag, empty but for the tissue paper in which some of the items had been wrapped. Then you started talking to me again, but this time as if we had been married for years. You were discussing what you thought of the front yard, and changes you were thinking of as far as landscaping. You asked what I was thinking about for dinner, and I said that I didn't really care, to which you smiled, and said, "You don't want to trouble your pretty head about anything do you, baby?" I bit my lip and thought about it for just a minute, before shaking my head no. You smiled your approval, as you preferred making 'All' the decisions anyway. After driving along for a while, talking about kids and family, and finances, and our combined checking accounts, and wow, just how comfortable, not rich, but definitely comfortable you were living, you patted your lap. I looked down at it, and as I did, I felt your hand reach up behind my head and gently but firmly begin pushing me down towards it. I sighed, and reached up and with my currently short nails, eased your zipper down and helped your cock from its confines. You set the cruise control, and eased the back of the seat back, as I licked the slit. It didn't taste foul at all, in fact I kind of wanted to have it in me, so I opened up wide, and sucked the whole head into my mouth in one motion. Surprisingly it fit exactly like the gag had fit, so taking my cue from the whump whump of the concrete highway, as we drove along, I eased down onto it until it filled my mouth and entered my throat. I gulped trying to get it to fit just right, as I had that gag all those times, but I just didn't seem able to pull it off. Then it occurred to me, that I was coming at it from the wrong side, all those times I had had the gag in it was in upside down. I gagged on you as I figured it out, and started to giggle. But that quickly led to coughing and me pulling my face up and off for a while. To no avail, you pushed me back onto it, and none to gently either. I was shocked, that was the last thing I expected. But just then you started to speak in soothing tones saying, "Now baby, I need this now, and you want to, or should want to, if indeed you cared for me and or even wanted to be my bride, why do you try to pull off it, you know you need to have me in you as much as possible, and I'll accept nothing less." I sighed around your member, and started sucking in acceptance of my situation, and role in our relationship. I sucked and sucked those hours with the gag in having strengthened my jaw to the point that I was able to bring you off with nothing but my tongue and sucking. You erupted unexpectedly, filling my mouth and throat with your seed, and I greedily sucked it down, like the good little wife I wanted to be for you should. When I had finished, I started to sit up, but you just held me there, saying, "Nurse on it, just like my baby, suck on it as if it were your little world, and see if you can make it grow again." I concentrated on the task at hand, but before I had achieved any results we seemed to arrive at our destination, and you pulled the car to a stop. You guided me upright in the seat, and got out, going back to the trunk and getting my wig from my bag. You tossed it to me along with a scrunchi, and I put it on, the tresses falling all over, most of which I quickly pulled back and into a pony tail, leaving a few loose ends framing my face, but no more. After that was in place you opened my door, and helped me out, suprising no one but me perhaps, when I just stepped out, I was all legs, and probably showed everything to the world. I wobbled on the higher heels, and then took your proffered arm. My dress falling naturally to about five inches above my knee, short but respectable enough I thought. You led me into a little cottage, I realized we might even be in the woods, and no one around for miles, and after a fashion camping. I followed you inside, and my mouth hit the floor, as I saw what could only be described as my dream house. The cavernous inside obviously hidden by the quaint exterior. You led me around showing me a glorious kitchen, perfect living room, pointing out the loft upstairs for guests, and leading me to the bedroom, where a massive four post rice bed dominated the room. I saw matching dressers, which you let me explore, only to discover a weeks worth of finery all neatly folded away and waiting for me. I turned and smiled at you, leaning next to another door, which I opened, to reveal a walk in closet, with more dresses skirts, and costumes for every fantasy, than I could ever have imagined. On the back of the door were some twenty odd pairs of shoes, none with a heel less than four inches in height. I giggled then came back out and went to the bathroom, where I found yet again my ideal, a shower with four shower heads, so I would get wet both on top of my head and at waist level from both sides, or so that two people could get a shower together, and share the warm water. Taking the bath in, I noticed it was a garden tub with jets in several more than strategic places, and as I turned I noticed a toilet closet partially hidden behind a cracked door, where you assured me there was a bidet, one of the things I have always wanted in a home. The sinks were double so we never would fight over anything, and I could see you expected me in a lot of pink and red, since those seemed to be the predominant colors of the makeup that you had set out for me. I turned around on a tip toe, and threw my arms up around your neck and pressed my new cleavage into your chest, and closed my eyes waiting to be kissed. You quickly obliged me, and I melted into your kiss. You whisked me up in your arms, and toted me to the bed, where you tossed me like so much baggage then you sat me up and unzipped my dress and eased it up and over my head. You kissed me again, then produced a two pair of bondage straps, which quickly wound up around my hands and tied to the bed posts. I smiled knowing or at least suspecting what was next, but you surprised me, you reached down and eased out my plug. I felt its warmth and slickness slip from between my cheeks and I wondered why you hadn't tied my ankles. Only to feel your hand on my nose, pinching it shut, I opened my mouth to breathe, and you pushed the plug in, until it was resting with the flared base just outside of my lips. "Lick it clean pet," you said, "I'll be back in just a moment." I lay there totally surprised thinking of spitting the fouled thing from my mouth and yet knew better, I just lay there and sucked as I had been instructed, until it tasted clean and plastic like, rather than like my ass. When you returned with your luggage, you placed it on the floor, and began to tell me, "This is my home, you are welcome to stay here, as long as you wish. I expect you to stay the weekend, but if you insist, you can return home, Sunday evening, your trappings to be determined. I expect you and I to fall into regular domestic roles over the weekend, and I also expect you to please me in any way I request, and perform any act I ask. I promise to go easy on you since this is our first time together but have no doubt, spanking you then diapering you and revoking your toilet privileges for the weekend, is not beyond my line of thinking." I nodded the base of the plug still snug against my lips, for which I was rewarded with my ankles being tied up next to my hands. I lay there on my shoulders, my tits pressed up tight into my chin, and was anything but comfortable. I felt you close to me, and felt you rub some gel into my anus, or rather what you were calling my pussy. Then I felt your weight shift on the bed, and you pressed into me, I felt you plunge in deep with one swift motion, and begin to pump steadily into my bowels. After a little while, I felt myself getting quite excited and not in the usual way, I felt more of a warmth spread out from my stomach and the spot that the end of your dick kept bumping. Finally when I felt that I was near to cumming, you blasted your seed deep into my bowels, and the searing heat of your cream splashing into my innards caused me to fall over the edge myself. Yielding to orgasm, as my crotch got damp and moist like a regular girl. You patted my ass and reached up and pulled the gag from my mouth and as you pulled from my rear, inserted the plug back in to hold in your seed, and, "Improve your chances of getting pregnant," you said. Where upon you presented your cock for cleaning at my mouth and I did my best to lick it clean too, enjoying the taste of out love making, the saltiness of your shot, and the muskiness of my own taste. When you were clean to your satisfaction, you smiled at me, withdrew, and got dressed in a terry cloth robe, after which you untied me and let me do my best to recover from out first bout of love making. "Was it everything you had hoped and dreamed," you queried? "Yes," I replied. After which we set about thoroughly enjoying the weekend.... If you liked this or perhaps have ideas for the rest of the weekend, please email me at [email protected]