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My Friend
By Karen Hansen
I hear the doorbell ring and let in my friend, Chris.
I was wondering... almost hoping somehow he'd change his
mind or some type of emergency would call him away. But
he's here and really jazzed about idea. Any other time,
this would be a great day as I watch him walk into bathroom
to begin showering and shaving off the body hair.
My stomach tightens as I sit on the sofa, with a glass of
wine, trying to relax while the whole thing runs through my
mind. I should have never brought up the change in our
marriage. But Andrea didn't seem to mind. She's like me in
a lot of ways. She enjoys the charge we get when we talk
being D/s... living a D/s lifestyle. The only thing that
made it that more exciting was telling someone with an open
mind.
I look at the glass of wine and set in down on the table -
wondering if I have a drinking problem. I wish I hadn't had
so much that night at dinner. I really wish I hadn't
brought up my wife's desire to try something different. It
seems like years ago now.
Chris comes out of the bathroom only wearing a towel. I
can't believe how fast time flies when you're lost in your
thoughts. I down the rest of the wine and tell him to go
into the bedroom.
As I watch him as he reaches into the shopping bag he
brought with him and holds the lovely satin undergarments
against his body, I think how fun it will be to have
someone who has experienced being a crossdresser. I enjoy
sharing it with Andrea but there are somethings she can't
understand. Actually, there are a lot of things we do now
that are really fun and enjoyable, including shopping with
her but it will be interesting going out with Chris once
this is all over.
He sits on the edge of the bed and slowly works the nylons
up his legs. At least he takes good care of himself and is
in shape. I've lost track of all the times Andrea and I
have joked and laughed about someone being way over-weight
and trying to pull off being female. I'm almost scared
looking at his outfit. Andrea had to teach me about finding
the right colors and what looks good on me. He's picked out
a very nice bra, garter, panty set.
He brings a smile to my face seeing the grin on his as he
sits at the vanity. I begin to show and tell him how to put
on make-up. I have to bite my tongue when I see the wig
he's gotten for himself. Auburn? I can't believe he got an
auburn wig. The style is kind of nice and if this wasn't
another time I would ask him what he's thinking. But I
remind myself it's his first time, he did everything on his
own and, mostly, it's whatever floats his boat. I can't
believe he thinks he can be a redhead.
I'm glad he took my advice and didn't go overboard with the
outfit. A nice conservative blouse and shirt. The shoes and
belt match... always a good thing I tell myself. I'm glad
he listened to me and got some low heels. He told me he
wanted to get some 'fuck me' pumps but I talked him out of
them. His feet would have been killing him before he knew
it. He might be wearing them a while. My stomach tightens
as the phrases, 'fuck me pumps' and 'fuck me' echo in my
mind.
We go back into the living room where I give him some
advice on how to be a woman or at least walk and act like
one. He's just tickled pink. Its fun to see him being able
to laugh at himself and enjoy the feelings and moments.
Gawd... I hope these won't be the only times. I try to
remember every expression on his face and how happy he is.
Oh no... he didn't just ask that. Before I can answer, he's
ran back into the bedroom and brought back his digital
camera and asks me again to get something to tie him up
with. Why does he have to save every moment in pictures? I
don't know what bothers me more; the camera or the fact
that she knew as I slowly go to mine and Andrea's toy box.
He patiently sit on the edge of the sofa, his back to me
and his arms behind him as I wrap, tighten and cinch the
soft cord around his wrists. I pull his elbows towards one
another but not too close - not for the first time - and
tie them. I circle and cinch more rope around his chest so
his arms are pinned to his back. I use more cord to bind
above and below his knees. He won't be able to uncross his
ankles or get those shoes off with the last length of cord
I used on them. I step behind him and say, "Open up" then
place the bit between his teeth and buckle the gag into
place. I forget everything for a second and get into the
mood of the moment.
"C'mon slut! Let's see you get loose, Christina!" I yelled.
Chris laughs through the gag as he begins struggling and
squirming.
My heart lifts for a few moments as I take a few snapshots.
I can't believe he's got the 'damsel in distress' thing
down. He actually looks into the camera; doing the
'outraged female' - she can't believe she's being treated
this way and you had better let her go - to the 'helplessly
woman' - pleading for her freedom and life with big brown
eyes. Gawd, what a ham.
He's fun though. When Andrea is in a playful mood, our
role-play games range from amusing to fun to erotic. At
least she doesn't play as rough as much as she use to. In a
lot of ways, our relationship is better now. It might be
fun to have Chris playing with us, sometime in the future.
After fifteen minutes, he lays on the floor out of breath
and no closer to getting loose. Not that ever he had a
chance. My wife had me practice and he was tied too well.
Unless some outside factor came into play, he wasn't going
anywhere.
He tells me how fun it was once I take the bit gag off and
ask about the other gag. My heart sinks again. I don't know
why I told him about that one. The one Andrea uses on me
when she feels I'm getting a little too big for my panties.
I guess he wants to experience everything at least once.
Actually, its kind of cool he's so sure of his sexuality
that he's willing to try something off the wall or out of
left field.
I can't believe he wants photos of himself with a cock gag
going into his mouth but I click away. Jezzus, he sucking
it like a whore! The last click of the camera feels like
the lid of a casket shutting. But its all fun and he can
always hide the memory chip or delete the pics. I place the
camera on the coffee table. I feel a bit light headed.
I pull a high-backed chair to the middle of the room then
help Chris to sit in it. I untie the cord around his chest.
He has a look of slight relief as he's able to stretch his
arm muscles as much as the other ropes will allow. I give
him a minute before I lean him forward, pull his bound arms
over and behind the back of the chair. Before long his
wrists are anchor to the bottom/back rung of the chair's
legs, his ankles are pulled underneath the chair and tied
to the same rung and I buckle leather straps around his
chest, waist and legs to make him all but apart of the
chair.
"I'll be back. I need to change." I tell him. He shakes his
head 'no' and begins 'mmmmph'-ing, playfully, falling back
into his 'damsel' role again.
As I get into my maid outfit, as instructed by my
wife/Mistress; I wonder how many people get caught sleeping
with someone other than the person they are married to as I
did. I also wonder if it would have been wiser to let her
divorce me. But I do love Andrea and even though I wanted
some strange back then, I still couldn't imagine living
without her. So it didn't seem that much of a big deal to
let her have control over my life... at first. She expected
me to be on time... to know where I was... pamper her... I
expected all of that. Enjoyed a lot of it, really. You
know, I saw the books and materials she was reading on
domination and thought she was looking to liven up our sex
life. It sounded good to me. June 13th... the night Andrea
lead me to our bedroom with fantasies of role-play and
kinky sex... a little rope, some toys and a camcorder I
didn't know about... and 30 minutes later, she laid down
the law, threaten to rock my world and my life was changed.
I pick up the phone and dialed. After three rings, she
answers. "All is ready for you, Mistress." is all I say and
put the receiver down.
I walk back into the living room, buckling a ball gag into
my mouth. Chris is chuckling at my outfit. I suppose I'm
lucky. I've read a lot of submissives are sissies or forced
fems all the time. Andrea use to use it to keep me in place
but that stopped working when I started to enjoy it. I sit
down on the sofa and buckle the leather cuffs around my
ankles and padlock them into place. By the look in his eyes
I can tell Chris loves my four inch high heels.
I fasten the other set of leather cuffs on my wrists behind
my back, lock them in place and wait. Chris has this
puzzled look on his face and tries to ask me something from
behind the gag. I just look down at the floor, trying to
relax and wait for it to hit.
About 5 minutes pass and I'm asking myself why would Chris
take the chance of fucking someone's else - especially
after he had known what hell I had gone through trying to
get Andrea back, way before I became a submissive/husband -
when we hear a key in the lock of the front door. I plead
for God to strike down my home in the next 10 seconds as I
lower myself to the floor and get to a kneeling position
for my wife/Mistress's entrance. I see Chris freaking out,
pulling and struggling wildly at the ropes as he hears the
sounds of heels clicking on the hardwood floors, not
knowing who this could be and thinking we had the place to
ourselves for the weekend.
Moments later, Andrea came around the corner and into the
living room... with Chris's wife, Liz. Andrea sat down on
the sofa, near where I knelt, caressing my head. I took
some comfort in her touch as we heard Liz calling him every
name in the book. As Chris was trying to plead his case,
Andrea noticed something and asks what was Chris gagged
with. I had never seen his eyes so big or his face so red.
It only took a second for Andrea to figure it out and then
both women were laughing wildly.
I helplessly watched as the first part of my friend's male
ego crashed to the floor. The next chunk fell when they
picked up the camera and scanned through all the pics I had
took. They were rolling on the sofa, laughing. Liz
unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, removed the
memory chip from the camera and slid it into her already
well-filled bra, "for safe keeping" she said looking Chris
dead in the eyes. At that moment, I looked up at Andrea.
She was looking at me.
"Sound familiar." she whispered, blowing me a kiss.
Humiliation rushed over me like it was June 13th all over
again. 'Familiar'... of course. The only difference this
time was Andrea only had to plan. I had to seduce and
capture this time. As a joke, Andrea proceeded to tell
Chris how they had planned the whole scheme out but it
wouldn't had work if I hadn't agree to capture him in
exchange for being able to fuck them both. The women
laughed as Chris went nuts. He would have killed me if he
had the chance. I shook my head, trying to tell him from
behind the gag it wasn't true.
Seconds later, I was lying on the floor, seeing stars with
my cheek stinging from being slapped by Andrea. "Are you
calling your Mistress a liar?" she yelled. I didn't make
any more sounds as I worked my way back to a kneeling
position again. At that point the women fessed up, telling
Chris I had no real say in the matter - not if I want to
keep my own set of photos, video and unspeakable things
Andrea made me do away from my family, co-workers and
friends.
"I don't know," Liz said, "I might have to have sex with
him. It might be the only way I could pay him back for all
his help. What's good for the goose, right? You wouldn't
mind watching him FUCK me, would you Chris?" I could almost
see the steam coming out of Chris's ears.
"You have a point, Liz. He's been a good little sissy/sub.
I may have to let him fuck me... instead of the other way
around." Both women cackled wildly as I slid back to the
floor in embarrassment.
Liz then took a sheet of paper out of her pocket and began
to 'lay the new law' down to Chris. The rules sounded
familiar to me. The whole time he was just glaring down at
me. Andrea got up and left the room. When she came back,
she knelt down where I laid.
"Don't worry, Honey..." she whispered in my ear. "...he'll
get over this soon enough and you two will be best of
friends again. And think about all the fun stuff you two
can do together now along some of the old activities." I
just looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. "You want
this?"
'This' was a leather hood with built-in blindfold and ear
pads. I just nodded my head and she carefully placed in on
me and tightened the laces. Moments later, I could sense
her standing up and sitting on the sofa. I could feel
Andrea's shoeless feet caressing my hooded head and body. I
couldn't handle Liz going off and Chris staring at me
anymore. And I didn't need any of them seeing me crying.
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