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Dear Readers, hope you enjoy my little fantasy.
Do I want to leave my wife?
By: Greta
I sat there thinking, turning my glass between my hands, not
listening to what was happening around me. Why did it happen?
Once again I had had a quarrel with my wife. This time it was
too much. I knew I shouldn't have raised my voice and yes I
should have been calmer and maybe even docile to her. I mean it
was she who accepted me the way I was, nobody else had done this
before. It even destroyed a longtime relation with a woman I
really loved. You see, I cross-dressed since childhood, but
looking at me nobody would ever think that way. I even sported
a beard because my shyness was so big that I thought I never
would live it down if somebody found out about the real me.
Now I sat here in this little bar thinking about my life,
thinking about moving on, thinking about leaving my wife and
dressing full time like I had done in private so many years.
See, the quarrel was about my desire to go out for the first
time in my life as the woman I felt I was. She had denied it to
me. She had said I couldn't do it. What if somebody saw me who
knew me, who knew her. It would damage us because through her
job she was exposed to the public.
I knew she was right of course, but here I sat fuming. For the
first time in my life I had gathered all my mental strength and
wanted to express myself. Finally I wanted to show the world I
wasn't a middle aged man but really a girl since all my life!
Didn't I deserve a little bit consideration from her side? No,
she was strict. Ha, if she had been strict when I asked her
right after we married to feminise me, to make me her wife. Oh
yes, I used to be her wife, kind of, during the first two years
of our marriage. She went to work and I stayed at home. She even
helped me to buy dresses, skirts, lingerie or high heels but
there she drew the line. Never got to buy a wig, she never
allowed me to put makeup. Can you believe it? I always looked
like a man in drag. I never was allowed to be the girl I so much
wanted to be.
I ordered another drink, people chatting around me but I was
still lost in thoughts. I should have left her then, but I
couldn't do that, I loved her more than life and still I did
love her with all my heart. That's why it was so difficult to
make a decision. I simply couldn't make one. I saw myself
already going back home and trying to make it up to her. Where
would I end without her? I mean I gave up my job more than 10
years ago for her, to follow her and be her little household
helper.
Yes, it was time to go back. I didn't want to get drunk and
didn't want to push it too far. What if she tired of me and
threw me out? Well, I'd get probably a little compensation for
our 10 years, but it certainly would leave me with a big void in
my heart. I called the barman in order to pay when a smooth
voice at my side said: "Don't go so quick. You haven't said a
word the whole evening. I have been watching you. Is it so
difficult?"
Then I felt a hand on my leg before I could move. "Oh no", I
thought.. "This can't be happening to me." I jumped but it was
too late, my face turned beetred, I looked to my side and saw
this gorgeous raven haired woman sitting there with her mouth
wide open. She knew it, she had felt it. My garterbelt taps with
which I had fastened my stockings. I looked into her eyes. I saw
her slowly licking her lips like a cat just before biting her
prey. I saw the glimmer in her eyes. I realised I was her prey.
I heard her whisper. "You are a sissy, you are a sissy. You wear
stockings. Wow!" I sat there not knowing what to do. "Let's move
to the booth over there. I think we need to talk alone honey."
Before I could say no she turned to the Barman and said:
"Darren, could you please send us Ladies two Chardonnay to the
booth over there. It will be on my bill."
I cringed under her words, not even trying to look at the barman
and started to walk to the exit instead. She grabbed my arm.
"No, you stay here or I shout it out loud you are wearing
stockings. Move to the booth."
I looked at her and her eyes were now sparkling. I knew there
wasn't an easy way out of this. When I still hesitated she
opened her mouth to speak. "It's ok, it's ok, I'll sit with
you." She smiled at me. "I knew you were a sissy and wouldn't
leave. You don't have the guts for it."
I sat down after her and looked down not wanting to look into
these sparkling eyes again. I knew I'd get lost in them. This
woman was captivating and she knew it. She grabbed my chin and
slowly lifted it to her eye level.
"I am really surprised to find a bearded man wearing stockings.
Why don't you shave at least?" She shook her head. "I mean you
are parading around in stockings and don't even shave. Jeez,
this is a paradox in itself. Who are you? Oh before you start,
don't give me any bullshit."
I shook my head and mumbled. "It's none of your business. Please
let me go. I promise you won't see me again."
She laughed while a waiter brought our Chardonnay. "Look, you
are mine and you know it. Otherwise you would have left. Once
again, don't give me this bullshit or do you really want me to
tell everybody in here you wear stockings?"
I coughed. "Please no, I would never live it down, please." Her
eyes went from sparkles to firework. "So?" Finally I poured out
my story. Meanwhile I felt her foot pushing against my crotch.
I hardly was able to concentrate to tell her details. My cock
grew rapidly and she whispered. "Do you also wear panties
sissy?" I nodded. "How do they look like. I want to know."
I told her it was the latest gift from my wife I wore right now.
The panties were gorgeous. A dream in satin and lace. The satin
part was lavender, the leg openings were held in black lace. The
upper part was also held in black place adorned by black roses,
crowned by a cute little black bow contrasting nicely on the
lavender satin. They felt so fabulous. I wore them every day and
hand washed them in the evening.
She doubled her efforts with her foot massaging my cock.
"So your wife knows but you want to go all the way. Hmmm, that
sounds delicious. Maybe I can help you. I want to see your
panties right now."
I looked at her shocked. "Here? Right now?" She simply grinned
at me, opened her handbag, pulled out red satin panties and laid
them for everybody to see right on the table. "There are several
ways I can make you show me your panties sweetheart. One way is
you get up and pull down your pants right here. Another way is
to grab these panties walk to the bathroom, change from lavender
to red, come back and lay your panties on the table."
My mouth stood open. "But, I can't, I mean I can't do that,
everybody would know I am wearing your panties", I stuttered.
She laughed. "Yes, and everybody would know you wore the
lavender ones, but everybody will know anyway if you pull down
your pants here at the table. So what will it be? I mean if you
want I can also tell everybody what you wear and you can wait
for the reaction of the people. Maybe they don't care, but maybe
they want to see you undressed."
I couldn't believe it. I was trapped and she knew it. I slowly
grabbed the panties, and she held my hand. "When you walk to the
restroom you will hold up my red panties for everybody to see
and when you come back you will hold your own lavender panties
for everybody to see. Then they'll know you belong to me, to
Sylvia. Oh, by the way, what is your name?"
I knew the wanted to hear my femme name. "Greta", I mumbled.
"Ok, Greta, you do what you have to do. No, what you want to do.
You said, you wanted to go all the way. So do it!"
Like in slow motion I got up from the table and held those
bright red panties in one hand. Several people smiled at me,
some women even winked at me knowingly. I walked into a stall,
locked and quickly changed. Then I took my panties in my hands
and walked towards Sylvia who looked at me with a big smile.
Behind me I heard laughter.
"Look at the sissy, he went for a panty change."
I shrunk right into the ground, at least if I could have had one
wish free. Sylvia got up. "I have paid already. Let's go Greta."
She grabbed one of my arms and dragged me out of the bar away
from the laughing crowd. Once outside she grabbed the other arm
too and before I could react I felt her putting something
around. I wanted to pull away from her but then it made click
and my hands were cuffed.
"Just a little insurance. I don't want you to run."
"Please no. Let me go, please. You let me go immediately or I
call for help."
She calmly looked at me. "You wouldn't. How could you explain
the police you are wearing my panties. I wonder if the police
believes you or my version you had stolen these panties out of
my handbag. I had been following you and when you had come out
of this bar I grabbed you from behind and cuffed you. If you
want that, let me call the police. Haha, I bet your wife will be
delighted to find out you are a panty thief. So what will it
be?"
I hung my head and she pulled me to her car. "Good girl. You'll
love tonight. Haha, it'll be an eye opener."
Once in her car she buckled me up, opened her handbag once again
and pulled out a red ballgag. "Hmmm, I think I should match the
lips." Her hand dove into her bag and took out a red lipstick
and quickly creamed my lips with it. Then she pushed the ballgag
into my mouth. "That really goes together, I knew it."
She drove quickly through the almost empty streets and soon we
were on a highway leaving the city. "Oh my God", I thought.
"Where is she heading to?" After a short while she stopped in a
dark parking lot. "I almost forgot something honey."
She pulled out a scarf and soon my vision was blinded. She
started her car again and drove in silence, still the ride was
complete torture for me because she constantly grabbed my cock.
At first she just rubbed me through my pants, but after a while
she unzipped me and pulled them down as far as it would go,
exposing now my red pantied cock. I oozed precum into her
panties. "Sweety, you'll have to handwash them later. They got
all messy with your nasty precum."
Then I felt her turning and we obviously drove a bumpy road for
quite some time with her all the while massaging my cock. She
expertly slowed down when it started to twitch. I could only
moan into my gag.
"Hmmm, you are so excited. Soon I'll take care of your cock, but
first let's get to my place."
And true to her word we soon arrived. She got out of the car,
came to my side and took me out. My pants fell to my ankles. I
could only shuffle.
"Slowly now, sissy, you look so cute in your black stockings and
my red panties. Let me take your cock out. Oh yes, that looks
even better with your hard cock sticking out like that."
We obviously had been in a garage because I never felt cold air
before we entered the house.
There she me had step out of my shoes and pants. "With only your
stockings it looks awfull. You need heels honey."
She dropped me on a couch and I heard her leaving. "Don't go
away, the fun is about to begin." As soon as she was gone I
struggled with my bonds but - fat chance - how was I going to
rip apart handcuffs? Soon I heard the click-click of her heels
again and I sat still.
"Sorry for leaving you all alone. Hope you didn't get bored
honey."
I felt her lifting my foot and she cramped my feet into a pair
of high heels which were obviously too tight.
"Hmm, well they are tight but you have to endure that for now."
The second high heel was soon on my other foot. She got me up,
massaging once again my still engorged cock.
"You love this, don't you? I was gone for several minutes and
your cock still points north like any good compass needle. I
give you my word, there'll be quite a few surprises for you
still."
We walked around, my feet started quickly to hurt in those too
tight heels. "I see you manage well, it's obviously not the
first time in heels. You didn't lie about being a housewife I
guess. You are a natural."
Then she unbuckled my ballgag and instinctively I mumbled a
"thank you". She smiled with her sparkling big, black almond
sized eyes. "You are welcome sissy. Hmmm, maybe the next time
you should add Mistress. Wouldn't you like to do me this little
favor." I shook my head.
She simply laughed at me. "What will your wife say when I phone
her and tell her you have become my little sissy, parading in
front of me just in stockings, panties and high heels?"
My face turned hot. "You wouldn't? You..., you would." I hung my
head. "Yes, you would Mistress." I heard her laughter again.
"You are one clever sissy and believe me I will make your dream
cum true tonight. First of all we need to get rid of your beard.
Which real proud sissy has ever had a beard? I'll teach you the
sissy dress code."
We moved into the bathroom where she sat me on a stool, took off
my blindfold and took out an electric lady shaver. "Honey,
that's all I have. Never thought about having a manly girl in
here."
She proceeded to trim my beard as short as she could and then
shaved it of. "Hmmm, soo smooth girl. That's nice, isn't it?"
When I didn't speak she slapped my face hard. "I didn't hear
you. This will be the first and the last time you ungrateful
bitch."
"I am sorry, I am sorry Mistress. Thank you for making my face
as smooth as a girls."
"That's much better sissy. You are learning. Very good." She
took out her makeup case and did my face expertly. When I looked
up into the mirror I saw my face had completely changed. It
looked really feminine. I blushed. That's how I always wanted to
look like. I couldn't believe it. I saw it, I saw it right
there. I had a girls face. I laughed with happiness. "My wife
never lied to me."
Sylvia looked surprised. "What do you mean?" I turned to her.
"Once we were talking Mistress. She told me with a little bit
help I'd make a good looking woman. She told the truth, but
never wanted me look good at all." I looked once again in the
mirror and tears started to well up. "Thank you so much. Thank
you for taking me here and showing me who I really am." I knew
I would have hugged her if my hands wouldn't have been cuffed.
She smiled at me, saying "you aren't ready yet". I saw her
taking out tweezers. "No, please Mistress. You can't do that to
me." She simply held my face . "Look, we can do it the easy way
and you sit still, or I can beat the shit out of you and I do it
anyway. What will it be?"
I looked at her and sat still. She smiled and started to plug my
eyebrows. "Ouch", I cried out. "Hahaha, you are a real sissy.
Maybe I should gag you again?" I shook my head. "I'll be quiet
Mistress." Without anything further mentioned I saw in the
mirrow how my eyebrows got thinner and thinner until they had
become fine arches.
"I like my girl with thin arches. Hmm, lovely."
Then she held my face in her hand. "You are the girl of Mistress
Sylvia, aren't you?"
I didn't know what to say but I knew it wouldn't be good to say
no. So I nodded my head. "Yes Mistress, I am your girl."
"Tell me. You love being a girl, don't you?" Once again I nodded
my head. Yes Mistress, I love being a girl."
"So I have no doubt about that you want to leave your wife
because she doesn't want to let you be a girl, right?"
Was she trying to trick me? How could I possibly say yes to this
question. Yes, I wanted to be a girl but did I really want to
leave my wife. It seems I couldn't have it all at the same time.
So I nodded but said "I didn't know". She laughed outloud. "Oh
my, you need to decide. It's now or never." What harm could it
be if I said yes? I was in her her hands and if I didn't do as
she said, it could turn out to be a nightmare, so far it went
better than I expected in the beginning of my kidnapping. I
nodded again.
"Yes, I want to leave her because I want to be a girl."
She slapped my face hard. "You forgot something, slave." With
stinging cheeks and bright red face from embarrassment I managed
to mumble a "Yes Mistress". My reward was her patting my head.
"Good girl. Since this question is out of the way, I'll send
your wife a copy of our little conversation plus a few pics of
you in this getup. I bet that'll be the end of your relation and
the wonderful start of your new status as my slave."
I tried to protest but she had already foreseen that and
immediately shoved the ballgag back into my mouth and secured it
tightly behind my head. She turned around, picked up a digital
camera and started to take picture of me from every angle. My
mind was racing. Was this the end? Did I really want it to be
the end of my marriage? I struggled hard against my bonds. 'No,
I didn't want this', I thought. I didn't want to be somebodys
slave, but it was too late.
Sylvia took my wallet, flipped through it and found my e-mail
address including my password which I always carried around with
me because I had such a bad memory. She smiled devilishly at me.
"This is easier than I thought, but first things first." She
picked up her cell phone and started to dial my number.
"Hello", I heard the voice of my wife. Then Sylvia started the
recording. I heard my wife gasping because she immediately
recognised my voice. She heard me saying that I was Mistress
Sylvias girl and that I liked to be a girl and that I wanted to
leave her because she didn't let me be one.
When the recording finished, Mistress Sylvia spoke calmly into
the phone. "You've heard your husband. He will not come back,
but will become my slave girl instead. I will completely
feminise him and when I am through there'll be no manly trace
left. As further evidence I will send you pictures of him
dressed up in lingery and sporting a nice red ballgag because he
simply loves bondage games. Don't bother trying to find him. He
is mine now."
She switched off the phone and said. "Don't you walk away. I
just send the pics to your ex-wife and then the fun really
begins." Her evil laughter still echoed in my ears even after
she had left the room. What would happen to me once she came
back? I tried to cry out in frustration and anger, I struggled
once again hard against my bonds to no avail. Exhausted I sat
still, sweat was dripping from my forehead. Yes, I had all those
fantasies about being a girl but it was just fantasies. Oh my
God, I heard the click, click, click of her heels.
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