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Allen To Allie II: Nadine Explains All, Almost free porn video
Hello "gurls"; Nadine here.
I have noticed that some of you have actually read Allie's little
introduction to what his life is currently like. The poor dear, his life
is so hard now. I noticed he inferred many things in his little essay.
Yes, of course I read what he wrote as he wrote it, since he is
naturally no longer permitted un-supervised use of the computer. I
allowed him to post it as is because I was curious to see what kind of
reaction his tragic little story would engender. I am, I must admit,
somewhat surprised however, to see that some of you would consider me:
"...without more information and based on other stories like
this, would be that Nadine is a sadistic bitch..."
(Jezzi Bell Stewart, 2004)
I can assure you that I am not; as I hope you will be able to discern
from the following narrative, a 'sadistic bitch'. Understand of course
that that does not mean that I am not a complete and total bitch at
times, just not a sadistic one. I knew that if I allowed Allie to tell
his story from the beginning he would slant it in such a way that he
would be perceived as the innocent and helpless victim of his vicious
overbearing 95 pound wife (I'm actually 103 pounds, but 95 sounds
better). Perhaps some background...
Oh yeah! Just a slight aside before I get started on this: I have never,
ever, ever used the term "gussied up" in my life, I do not know how I
ever let that pass in Allie's story but I really need to have that
straight from the beginning.
Allen to Allie II: Nadine Explains All
I first met Allen in college; he was a sophomore in the business school
at the same university where I was a junior in the school of psychology.
We had shared a couple of basic classes and had engaged in light
conversation during breaks but no real contact beyond that until it was
time for me to graduate. Out of the blue in the middle of finals week I
received a totally unexpected delivery. Someone had sent me two dozen
red roses with a soft, cuddly, white Teddi bear with a red plaid skirt,
red scarf, and red beret, (our school's colors are red and white). It
was absolutely adorable. So soft, so huggable, I could not for the life
of me imagine who would send me such a gift. I fumbled around in the
roses until I finally found the card:
Dear Nadine,
I could not bear the thought of you leaving my life without
letting you know how I feel about you. I have always been too shy
to approach you on my own so I sent Teddi to speak for me, I hope
you like her. She would like to know if you would do me the honor
of joining me for dinner tonight at "Gino's" downtown. I will
await your reply at xxx-xxxx.
Humbly yours
Allen
"Allen? Allen? Oh yeah! I remember he was that cute, quiet guy with the
nice ass in my statistics class."
We had talked a few times and he had even helped me out on a few
problems, math is definitely not my strongest area. As I recalled he had
dark wavy shoulder length receding hair that he wore in a pony tail. He
had dreamy blue eyes with thin (I hate bushy) eyebrows, and neatly
trimmed fairly short moustache and beard, and did I mention he had a
really cute ass? I had tried flirting with him several times to which he
seemed to be totally uninterested; I was with someone at the time, so I
never pursued him further. Now out of the blue he wanted me to have
dinner with him? I actually felt flushed at the thought of going out
with him, I couldn't believe it, I hadn't felt like that since Joey
Hathaway had asked me to go with him to the Saint Patrick's Day dance
way back in junior high. How could I possibly turn down such a sweet
invitation? He had hit my softest buttons, a romantic dimly lighted
restaurant with a really cute guy, and a Teddi bear to add to my
collection. I thought to myself that I must have mentioned my collection
to him at some time for him to know about my bears (I learned latter
that he had the same love of Teddi bears as I had and that the bear was
all his idea, he is so sweet). I quickly called and accepted his offer
of dinner, if nothing else at least I wouldn't have to cook for myself.
After that first date I knew that I was hooked, I don't think Allen yet
knew that we would be married but I was certain that he would realize it
eventually. Not only was he very cute, he even had dimples when he
smiled, but he was considerate, polite, and he seemed to have a knack
for listening more than talking (especially about himself). In short he
was unlike anyone else I had ever dated. Over time I learned that he was
an only child. That he was working on a business degree so that he could
better understand his family's "small" investment firm that his father
still controlled. That he was a trust fund baby that could work or not
as was his choice, the only job he had ever held was in the mail room of
the family business. That he preferred quiet moonlit walks along the
lakeshore to a football game and that collecting stuffed animals and
action figures was more rewarding to him than collecting guns or cars
like his father had. In other words: He was very not macho, a
disappointment to his father and an absolute gem in his mother's eyes.
We dated until Allen graduated; he wanted to prove to his 'somewhat'
overbearing father that he was not the lazy wimp that his father accused
him of being before he committed to married life. I can only imagine
therefore the disappointment Allen must have felt when his father did
not even acknowledge his achievement let alone not showing up for
graduation. Allen did not talk to nor did he ever mention his father
again. His mother arranged for his position as vice president of
marketing, an opening that was created specifically so that Allen could
learn the business and have only written contact with his father. When
his father died two years later in a private plane crash, Allen
comforted his mother but refused to attend either the memorial service
or the funeral. That is the only time in all the years that we have been
married that Allen did not put the feelings of others ahead of his own.
The very trait that made me love him so much and his father love him so
little. He actually took over the company for a short time but his heart
was not in it so I took over day to day operations under Allen's
supervision, I found the position challenging and fulfilling. Allen had
found the job constricting and stressful. Allen has never been
comfortable giving orders; he would rather relieve himself of all
responsibility and let someone else make all the decisions.
You may remember that Allie claims that he had told me about his cross-
dressing before we were married. That is not 'exactly' true. He
confessed his needs on our wedding night, right after we had ahh, umm,
oh how can I say this? Ah!! I know! He told me right after we blissfully
consummated our wedding vows.
"Ah, Sweetie there is something I need to tell you." He was almost in
tears the guilt must have been almost overwhelming. "And if you decide
that you want our marriage annulled I will understand. I realize that I
should have told you before this but I just have not been able to get
the words out."
All I could do for him was hold his hand and try to look encouraging for
him while all kinds of wild ideas raced through my head. I worried that
he was going to tell me that he was HIV positive, or maybe that he was
already married and had three kids and a wife tucked away in Milwaukee;
a wife that refused to give him a divorce. Or maybe that he had some
rare exotic disease and was going to waste away and die a horrible death
in six months. I knew he was way to gentle to be an ax murderer, I
hoped.
"Baby what's the matter? You know I love you. I didn't marry you just to
walk away because you have some big secret that you have been trying to
tell me. I cannot imagine what could be so terrible that you would be
afraid that I would leave you, unless of course you're already married.
Or an ax murderer, my mother would never forgive me if I married an ax
murderer. You're not already married to someone else are you?"
I guess I looked so worried that my questions got a weak smile and a
response of: "No, Honey, nothing like that, you are the one and only
love of my life and I have never even held an ax."
"Whew! (wiping the back of my hand across my brow) That's a relief.
(another weak smile) Ok, now then take your time, deep breath, one word
at a time it will come."
His gaze once again fell to his hands, apparently unable to share his
secret while looking into my eyes. He looked so sad, so vulnerable, I
just wanted to grab him and hold him to me, I hated feeling so helpless,
all I could do was wait him out. After what seemed like a lifetime later
he took a deep breath, took both my hands and finally looked me eye to
eye and with a trembling voice said:
"Nadine, I feel in love with you when we first met. You were, are so
beautiful, so sweet, and I was just too shy to tell you so. I could not
imagine that you would ever give someone like me the time of day let
alone fall in love with me. When you called me back that night that I
sent the roses I was so tongue tied I could barely speak. I don't know
what I would do if I lost you but I can't not tell you. Nadine, my love,
as far back as I can remember I have had an urge to dress in girl's then
women's clothing. When I was very young I satisfied that urge whenever I
visited my Great Aunt Gen. Her girls were grown and out of the house by
the time I was old enough to have known them, but Aunt Gen, God bless
her soul, was a pack rat that never threw anything away. Most items were
sent to the loft out in the barn but her girls' clothes were stored in
the attic. I had available to me an entire lifetime of girl's clothes.
As a result borrowing clothes was never a problem for me. As long as I
was quiet no one paid any attention to where I was or what I was doing.
At first I tried things on over my boy clothes, always on the alert for
the slightest noise. As time passed I became more daring wearing my
cousins' clothes under my boy clothes and then hiding them in my
suitcase to take home with me. I was too young to understand the calm
and serenity that wearing a girl's vest and panties brought upon me. All
I knew for sure was that for a short time at least I could feel like I
was what I perceived as a normal person. As I got older I found that I
would also become sexually aroused when I would put on a certain type of
bra, or really silky panties. I always considered that a pleasant side
effect but sexuality has never been my primary motivation for dressing.
It's kind of like I am an entirely different person for a while. I could
pretend that I was daddy's little girl and that he loved me for what I
was instead of rejecting me for what I was not."
"Oh, Baby, you looked so special today in your wedding gown with that
white satin corset and white stockings that I knew you were wearing
underneath. As much as I love you and as sexy as you were today I could
not help but wonder what it must be like to be able to wear such
beautiful clothes, with your hair all done up, and your make up perfect,
and present yourself in public letting everyone see you without fear. I
feel so ashamed that I feel that way but I know that I will need to
continue dressing, it's like an addictive antidepressant without the
drug side effects."
Allen was almost in tears by the time he finally got it all out. I on
the other hand was so elated that I was screaming. I think my reaction
really scared him.
"OH LOVER! IS THAT IT? YOU HONESTLY BELIVE THAT I WOULD LOVE YOU LESS
BECAUSE OF THE CLOTHES YOU WEAR?"
He just nodded.
This time I did grab and hold him for some time. "Oh, Sweetheart, I was
so afraid that you were going to tell me that you had some sort of weird
disease or something and that I was going to lose you."
"You, you, mean you're not upset with me?"
"Are you gay? Are you going to want a sex change some time in the
future?"
"No, of course not, I just like the feel of the clothes and the feeling
that I can gain by putting on a bra, panties and a nice dress. I enjoy
the fantasy of what it must be like to dress up in frills and satin and
not be ridiculed."
"Well then in that case no I am not upset with you. I know of no
rational reason why you should be deprived the experience, the
sensuality, of wearing 'women's' silky, form fitting clothes. I'd bet
you would look really cute in a tight mini and knee boots, very retro."
He blushed so beautifully at that, my poor shy baby.
I asked him that night if he would like to try out my corset and
stockings, we both knew there was no way he could try on my dress. But
he declined; I could see the longing in his eyes, and the spark of his
desire, but his embarrassment at being seen 'dressed' was too much for
him to overcome just then.
So instead we just cuddled. The warm gentle comforting that can only
occur between two people truly in love with each other. Our first night
together as man and wife and it was as memorable and magical as I had
always dreamed it should be. I KNEW after that night that there would
never be a problem with secrets between us. That night we both agreed
that he could dress however he wanted whenever he wanted so long as it
did not bring embarrassment to either of us. I'm afraid however, that
because he was so shy he would not dress in front of me unless I
initiated the session.
During our first couple of years, before his dad was killed I would buy
various items for him to wear around the house. I thought it was really
sexy that we could wear matching outfits to bed. My favorites were
matching camisoles and tap panties he in pink and I in blue. Because of
the hair on his legs, but mostly as an added stimulus Allen would wear
pantyhose under his tap panties. I used to sit on the couch in my satin
outfit and have him do things like vacuum the carpet or dust the
furniture, his tight wonderful ass moving under the satin was just soooo
hot! I don't think he ever completely finished any one of my tasks
because I would pounce on him and we would have wild bunny rabbit sex
right there in the living room. Sometimes on the floor, a few times on
the coffee table (we finally gave up on having nick knacks on the table
because we broke so many), most often on the couch. These sessions were
usually on the weekends and always only at night. No matter how much
support I would give him he was still too self conscious to dress beyond
underwear and nightwear in front of me.
During this same time I knew that he was dressing more completely when
he was alone. From what he had told me and knowing his submissive nature
I knew that he had to be getting into dresses at some time without me. I
suspected that he must be finding time while at work. I mean after all
he had a large suite of offices complete with a private bathroom, all to
himself, what better place than that could he find to indulge? When he
needed a secretary he would request one from the pool for that day only
so that he would not have to worry about being disturbed unexpectedly.
Even though I knew what he was doing at 'the office' I was still
surprised at the extent that he had indulged himself. For more than two
years almost three he had been buying clothes, lingerie, shoes, boots
and bondage toys off the internet. Items that he would wear once or
twice, get an urge for something different, and then move his 'used'
clothes from his small inner office closet into the large walk-in closet
in the same office.
It wasn't until I moved into his offices and took over operation of the
company that I discovered how complete his wardrobe was. He had women's
business suits, short flirty pleated skirts, tight minis, sun dresses,
sissy dresses, calf length hobble skirts, ankle length hobble skirts,
gowns of every length, a beautiful collection of blouses, teddies,
foundations, an unlimited supply of various panties, stockings, knee
highs, pantyhose, colored tights, 137 pairs of shoes (I counted) none
with a heel of less than 3 inches, ankle boots, knee boots, thigh boots,
and even two pair of ballet boots one pair ankle length and one pair
knee length, both lockable.
I was even more surprised when I opened his computer. Call me na?ve but
I had no idea that there were so many places on the web that dealt with
transvestism, cross dressing, whatever label you prefer. He had
bookmarked sites to buy clothes, story sites, support sites and even
personal home pages of other transvestites and transsexuals. I spent
months going through all that he had collected. I must admit I am much
better educated than I was when Allen first told me. It was through that
education that I learned how best to help my husband overcome his fear
and phobias that he has had to live with all his life.
We have been married almost eight years ago now, and I have been
overseeing the family business for just over five of those. I really
don't do much officially, sort of like Queen Elizabeth, I have a really
neat title and lots of people look up to me, and ask for my approval on
various items, but my actual duties are few; I do however, like to keep
the link intact between the family and the company for the sake of the
children I hope to start on soon.
It seems as though I have been rambling on and on without actually
clearing anything up. Sorry. I just felt that it was essential to give
Allie's readers a little background to better understand where I come
into his somewhat unusual lifestyle. I know that he wants to write more
about his daily routine and my 'strict domination' of him. So I will
stop here for now and allow my sweet little (well maybe not so little as
he would like) husband to continue the story of his 'subjugation and
torture'. I have not told him that I wrote this and will not allow him
to read it until after he posts his next segment. I don't want this to
influence his narrative.
After he posts the rest of his story I will then, if necessary, explain
the 'real' story about the restrictions I finally placed on him and how
much and under what conditions I would allow him to indulge himself. I
promise to also explain the real reasons he is currently kept dressed
and lightly bound 24/7. You will then be able to decide for yourselves
if I am a loving wife or a sadistic bitch. (wink)
Thank you for listening
Nadine
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