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Hi Folks,
My name is Allie, at least most of the time now, it used to be
Allen but that seems like a lifetime ago. Now-a-days the only time my
wife allows me to use my given name is when something needs to be
signed, like payroll checks or tax returns, otherwise I am Allie. I'm
sure many of you are wondering how a man, a once slightly overweight,
furry man (moustache & beard) could be forced into giving up his
identity, his masculinity, his beloved beard, simply because his little
95 pound wife said he should. I often ponder that question myself which
is the reason that I write this letter, that and of course the fact that
my wife Nadine said I should.
"It was ONLY a suggestion." she said but I have learned the hard
way to ignore her 'suggestions' at my own peril.
Nadine has also 'suggested' that I should start by telling you
about my current attire. I think I should start at the beginning and
explain to you how I arrived at this point and I boldly told Nadine how
I felt, even if it was in a very subdued tone. Being the sweet compliant
little darling that she is she told me that we would compromise; I will
first tell you how I am dressed this evening and how I was dressed
during the day today (the basic themes are mostly constant now), and
then I can tell you how it all began. Sounds like a compromise to me, I
mean after all she did give me permission to tell the story my way:
after I follow her 'suggestions' of course.
Oh gracious, where do I start? I guess I will start at my feet and
work my way up. For evenings now Nadine and I both 'dress' for dinner.
Nadine wears a pair of dress slacks, low heeled dress sandals, no
stockings or pantyhose, and a simple blouse or shirt, never a dress or
skirt, and minimal makeup, she takes about five minutes to get 'dressed'
for dinner. I, on the other hand am sitting here at my desk, my back
held very straight and my enhanced butt right on the edge of my wooden
office chair. I am wearing a pair of very strappy sandals with three
inch heels and buckling ankle straps with the end of the strap taped to
the part that circles my ankle. Green shoes with matching green tape.
(No dear, no locks, they are not necessary and I believe you will
understand why shortly, please read on). Covering my feet and legs are
very sheer, very silky, seamed stockings in pale green. My stockings,
are attached to a barely there piece of emerald green lace that my wife
claims passes for a garter belt. The lack of support from that belt is
critical because the seams of my stockings must always be properly
aligned with the back of my legs even if they cannot be seen. And I do
try to be very careful about my seams. Ever since the lovely Nadine
discovered the delight of checking them at random intervals to be sure
that I'm in compliance. Remind me later to give you the details of the
consequences for non-compliance.
Anyway, over the stockings and ending just above my knees are my
emerald green, satin bloomers, with ribbon ties at each knee just above
the lace trimmed ruffle. There is another ribbon tie at the waist with
an opening in the back that allows them to be put on or taken off, the
ribbon naturally ties in back. Nadine says that ties are so much sexier
than elastic, personally I think she insists on ties to make it harder
for me to get them off to use the toilet. (Ouch, she just bopped me on
the head for that last comment I forgot she was reading as I was
typing). Around my waist and over my bloomers I am wearing a half slip,
but not just any half slip. This half slip, also in green satin, is a
"Bumpers?" slip with padding on the butt and hips to enhance my "skinny
butt". Hey at least it has an elastic waist.
It's all so silky, so soft, so sexy, so damn slippery I feel like
I am going to slide right off the chair. (I ducked that time and she
missed, ha! Ouch!). Nadine doesn't like me to use words like damn when I
am talking about my pretty clothes. Oh yeah, hi there, I was explaining
my attire wasn't I? Under my "Bumpers?", my bloomers and my supportless
garter belt is an item that I had always thought was very alluring and
sexy, on my wife that is, not on me. It consists of silky satin emerald
green brocade, what seems like mountain climber's rope along the back,
and steel barrel stays all around. Well maybe I exaggerate just a
little, but it does have very stiff, flat steel stays sewn into the
satin with very little space between them. The laces are in the back
where it is nearly impossible for me to release them after Nadine has
tied them into the knot she so loves to use, and reaches from just under
my substantial faux breasts. (Nadine won't allow me to call the tits
anymore since she gave me these) to the bend of my hips.
"Write something positive now Allie."
"Hmm write something positive. Let me see. I know!! I am positive
that my fantasy of being forced into a corset was a lot more comfortable
than the reality, but it does do wonders for my posture." How's that for
positive?
My corset has a built-in demi-bra which ends just south of my
nipples and is lined with the softest satin, right where I can't feel
it. Whilst the balance of 'my' custom made corset is lined with a soft
removable cotton liner that can be replaced with either a satin or a
wool liner. I will leave it to your imagination what the wool liner
feels like after a couple of hours.
My outer wear is an emerald green, (catching on to the color
scheme yet?) shoulderless, strapless, heavy satin, gown. I am required
to wear a proper gown each evening so that I may feel totally ladylike.
It is very a form fitting mermaid tail style dress very tight down to my
knees where the skirt finally flares out to allow me to walk, kind of.
If I were to tell you that walking is difficult and sitting is almost
impossible in this dress would you believe me without trying it for
yourself? Probably not, knowing you you would want to experience the
sensations for yourself, go ahead give it a try the feelings are
indescribable. The first couple of times that I wore what I currently
have on I was very excited and happy to be allowed to wear such pretty
clothes, but after the novelty wore off it has become less enjoyable for
me while becoming the absolute highlight of my wife's day. Never again
will I complain about how long it takes her to get ready to go out, or
get ready for dinner, and most certainly not a word about how long she
takes in the bathroom, since it can take me as much as two hours or more
in there some days. (I have more areas to shave than she does).
The crowning glory however, to my satin confinement is my over the
elbow opera gloves that Nadine re-designed for my use. As you may
imagine wearing satin gloves and a form fitting evening gown to prepare
and eat dinner is a trip all in and of itself. It gets even freakier
however, when you have long painted nails on the ends of your fingers
under those gloves. I must admit that my definition of sexy clothes has
changed some over the last two years. And unh, oh yeah you can forget
about picking up anything small off the counter like a coin or even a
fork. I have learned to move small items to the edge of the counter and
either pick them up from there or slide them off into my other hand.
Sounds fun hunh? Well my dear reader, just imagine having to do all of
that without your thumbs. Yeah that's what I said, without your thumbs.
Go ahead try it, hold your thumb down against your hand and try to do
something simple, say like, hold a fork. (That's Nadine you hear
giggling in the background) She has discovered that it really turns her
on if I am dependent on her for the simple things that we all learn how
to do for ourselves before we are even five years old(disabled persons
excluded). She used to get so upset with me because I would remove my
heels without her permission because my legs and feet hurt, or I would
take my dress off before she wanted me to. She thought about locks on my
shoes and dresses but decided that not only was it too much trouble to
keep track of the keys, they just plain stood out in a very unattractive
way. That's when she remembered the helplessness (thumbless) mittens she
had seen on one of the web sites I used to visit.
She reasoned that if I could not use my thumbs it would be
extremely difficult for me to remove my shoes with those tiny little
buckles holding the ankle straps together. (I did get them undone once
which is why she added the color coordinated tape). She further reasoned
that it would be near impossible for my fumbling male fingers to operate
the tiny buckles or tight little buttons, like the one at the top of the
zipper on the back of my dress, if I had nice long feminine finger
nails. The end result was the gloves I am now wearing. At first glance
the gloves look no different than any other pair of lady's opera gloves.
Amazing how deceptive appearances can be isn't it? On our somewhat
frequent nights out if anyone has noticed they have yet to mention it.
Upon closer inspection however, they would discover the genius of her
idea. They would notice, especially if they had courage enough to try
them on, that the thumb of each glove had been attached to the hand of
the glove in such a way that the thumb would be able to slide right in,
but once inside would be pressed against the hand unable to move
independently, rendering it virtually useless.
Just imagine if you would a thirty something woman with long wavy
brown hair, and soft blue eyes minces (not walks) past you in a
restaurant or night club. You can't help but notice the symmetry of her
well balanced curves, the gentle sway of her ample hips and butt. Would
you ever, in a million years, guess that she was so effectively and
erotically bound hand and foot? And all you or anyone else saw was a
somewhat less than beautiful woman in a very beautiful gown. Agggh, how
could anything so simple be so diabolical, the gloves are so long and so
form fitting, with buttons under each wrist to allow them to be put on,
they cannot be simply pulled off, I know, I've tried. I'm even at her
mercy should I need to use the toilet. With my bloomers tied in the back
with a ribbon even if I do get them untied I have absolutely no way to
get them tied shut again.
My shoulders are bare. My neck is surrounded by; yep you guessed
it, a green velvet choker with a teardrop emerald dangling from it. The
lower piercing on each of my ears is adorned with an earring that looks
like it was designed after a chandelier with tiers of small emeralds and
feels like it weighs a at least a pound. The slightest movement of my
head starts them swinging and banging against my neck. Nadine says I
will get used to them in time, ha, I don't think so! I have yet to have
ever seen her wear earrings even half this big. So how would she know
anyway? The other two holes are filled with diamond solitaire studs.
Those at least I can live with comfortably. My lipstick is a pale shade
of red not quite pink, my mascara and eyeliner is black, and my eye
shadow is a pale shade of sparkly green. My eyebrows have been plucked
almost to extinction, my beard and mustache are gone and the top of my
head is shaved. Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that I am not allowed
to wear my wig at home, ever. Nadine says it is such a 'hoot' to see me
all 'gussied up' and totally bald. Says it helps me to remember that I'm
not really a lady just a wanna-be. After all it was all my idea, but
that's a different part of this story, as is my morning, and afternoon
attire. I think I have bored you enough for one sitting. I'll talk to
y'all again soon.
g.
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