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Born At 40 free porn video
I'd like to tell the story of just how I became who I am today. For the 18
months before my 40th birthday I allowed my hair to grow back to a length
that I had as a child of the 60s. It wasn't short to begin with so by the
big day it was to my shoulders. I had taken to wearing it in a ponytail
just to keep it under control. My thoughts were two fold. 1-on the big day
my wife would cut off my ponytail as a sorta sick salute to the loss of
youth and 2- being a life long crossdresser maybe enjoy the growing hair
and style options while hiding under the "ritual" hair cutting as a
disguise. My wife knew of this side of me before we married and while not
a big fan of it she did on occasion treat me to a girl's night slumber
party / makeover night. It was the crossdressing part that kept this a
pleasant 18 months.
As the last night of youth arrived my wife asked me just what kinky
fantasy did I have in mind for a grand finale? She really knew me well.
With a bit of hesitation I confessed that I'd really like her to dye my
hair. Not dye it really but to bleach it blonde but only the ponytail ,the
part that would be cut away on my birthday.She gave me a funny look ,not
of surprise but more like,"just what I expected". She agreed but only
under her rules. I must add at this time that when I dress I become quite
submissive so her demanding rules only made it better for me. Her rules
were simple.
#1 - I was to naked when she did my hair.
#2 - I would be seated in an armchair from the dining room and my hands
and feet would be bound in their respective positions. Now this was
different. She had never shown much of a desire to play bondage games tho
for me they held a soft place in my heart.
#3 - she was in charge and any safe word use would end our crossdressing
play for good.
Wow ! Now that got my attention both in my brain and lower. The fact that
neither of us had ever used our safe word during various sexual
perversions could well mean that she was going to blow away our already
streched limits or it might just be a way of keeping me on edge for the
event. Whichever it was it was a foregone conclusion that I'd say yes and
I did.
The next day was my birthday and after breakfast Susan,my wife, told me
that the bleaching day began now and all rules were in force. I asked her
if she wanted me in the chair now and she said, "no, I want you shaved
first from the neck down."
I was told to shower and she joined me shaving me from neck to toe. She
shaved my pubic patch as a little 1" by 3" landing strip. I'd like to say
I protested this but in truth I was reveling in it. After drying off she
wrapped my hair turban style and had me put on a T-shirt that she had
purchased for this day. The shirt was oversized for me tho I am only 5'7"
and about 145lbs. The logo on the shirt was in flowing script - Princess .
Between the hairless body and hair wrap and shirt I was getting lost in
the sensations.
She had rented a massage table. When I saw it I just looked at her with
quisical eyes. She smiled and said,"it's your birthday Princess". I almost
lost it. It's a crossdressers dream come true. Slim and trim , long hair
,shaven body and a real girl about to give you all that you've ever wanted
. As I lay ,facial doing its magic with the well known cucumber sllices
covering my eyes she worked on my nails at a side table. I know I dosed
off drifting in the sensations and scents. When she had finished my face
was bathed and lotioned and I DID feel like a new woman. And the hair was
yet to come.
Seated and bound to my chair with my T-shirt neatly folded on the table
Susan stood before me with a smile. Leaning forward I assumed that she was
about to take off my turban when she lowered her head and began to lick at
my nipples. Biting and sucking at me she worked me up to a frenzy and then
just stopped with a smile. She stepped behind me and removed the towel and
began combing out and drying my hair. It's really a good thing my hands
were tied because I could not have avoided touching myself. Working behind
me I heard her begin mixing the bleach. Let me tell you when she touched
my hair with that first brush stroke I moaned out loud. She played it up,
telling me that it would be beach blonde when she finished and how with
that light a shade the roots would show in no time.
Roots, yes, give me roots. Wait a minute, she is good because there won't
be any roots but for just a moment she had me going. I could feel the
heaviness of the bleach on my hair in the back, just the added weight of
the chemical paste. She seemed to finished and moved to the front of me.
Again she smiled . An odd smile. Predatory. Maybe even a bit evil. She was
holding the brush and mixing bowl in her hands and stirring. And smiling.
And while never breaking eye contact she took the full brush and ran it
straight down my part line.
I yelled out, "no," but she dipped again and stroked again and again and
again. And I did nothing. She locked her eyes to mine and they told me
that she was in charge and I was hers to do with as she pleased . As she
pleased , not as I wanted but as she wanted. Hair fully coated she picked
up tweesers and began plucking my brows. Now, she had plucked me before so
I have some knowledge just how much is coming off and just when the
previous lines are crossed but the previous lines could not even be seen
from where she ended. And the dye that she painted onto what remained of
my brows was dark.
Susan set up our video camera before me. She set it in such a way that it
was not only recording but also showing what was recording on the large
screen television before me. It was surreal. I knew it was me but it's
almost like it didn't connect inside of my brain. Plastic covering my
hair. Dark lines above my eyes. Oh God , my so tiny brows.
"How do you like it Princess? How do you like being remade into your
perfect fantasy?"
"Susan I don't......"
"Ms Susan from now on Princess. Try again."
looking at myself on the tv......."Ms Susan , how am I going to explain
this?"
"You work from home Princess so who's going to find out?"
"Our friends......"
"Always start with my name Princess when you address me."
"Ms Susan, our friends, my friends, when I go out for a drink with my
buds. I can't do that looking like this."
"Sure you can Princess. You've always wanted to be feminized, to have a
real life experience and now you can."
"But Ms Susan," gee that flowed from my lips so easily, "it's too much."
"So tell me to stop Princess. Use your safe word. The dyes haven't had
that long to work. I'll wipe your brows and you know how quickly they will
grow back and with your glasses you can cope. And your hair, well, a buzz
cut can take care of that. Just use your safe word and it ends."
"But Ms Susan, you said if I use it then you won't play with me any
longer."
"That's true Princess but the choice is still yours.Look at the tv and
tell me to stop. Or look at the tv and ask me for these lovely nail tips I
have for you. These are your only 2 options Princess."
I stared, frozen, at myself on the screen. Time passing. I knew that I had
to use the safe word in spite of the consequences. The line in the sand
was being crossed with each delayed moment. As I wallowed ,lost in the
image of this person on the screen, Susan, Ms Susan, began laying out her
nail gear on the talbe beside me. As I pondered she took a finger and
began scuffing the nail, preparing it for the tip. She held up the glue
bottle and tip for me to see......
"Ask me for your pretty nails sweetie and stop being such a scared little
girl."
She openned a bottle of polish and held it before my nose.
"Smell it Princess. You know you want it.Hell, you know you need it to be
real. Stop pretending to be a man."
"Oh,Ms Susan......."
"Yes baby, tell me."
"Ms Susan please.........."
"Please what Princess?"
"Oh God, Ms Susan, please give me pretty nails, please."
"Good girl ! Now try again but look at the camera and say, "Please Ms
Susan, Princess wants her pretty nails."
Look in the camera. Look in the camera and speak. This thought screamed in
my head, my plastic covered processing head.
"Please Ms Susan,Princess wants her pretty nails." Just as requested. As
ordered.
I don't know how long it took. It seemed forever and yet passed in a
moment. That line that had been constantly pushed during our marriage had
been shattered. I stood in front of the mirror as Ms Susan fluffed my hair
just a bit more. She had used a toner after it had processed and the shade
was ash blonde , very light but not brassy. She had cut in bangs as I sat
before the recorder. All of everything recorded. Every addition she
suggested followed by my recorded request that she make it so. I asked for
the bangs. I asked for the makeup. I asked to be called Donna. And asked
for her maiden name as my new last name.
Ms Susan sat smiling as we sat on the sofa. She liked watching me do my
nails. She liked the fact I had learned to do hers. The other girls, other
girls because that's really what I am now, just another girl like them, at
cosmotology school really enjoy using me as their styling dummy. They know
about me cause Ms Susan told them. She told them that it made me hot to
become more and more the sissy that I am. Hair and nails. Piercings.
Anything. And all still recorded as a requirement by Ms Susan.
We sit sometimes and watch those old tapes. Ms Susan loves to laugh at the
1st one . She loves to point out the moment I chose to become her wife.
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