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A Day in the Life: Dreams of a Lovely Marriage
Part 2
Awash with emotion and my penis fully erect, I hurried to our bedroom.
There I saw carefully laid out on the bed a pair of wispy, white,
boyshorts-style panties; my prettiest white garter belt and matching,
opaque hose; a white cotton long-sleeved shirt, and blue jeans with a
brown leather belt. The outer garments thus were those of a man. Dark
socks and brown penny-loafers with an exaggerated heel completed what
Marla had selected for me, and I quickly donned the clothing, shivering a
bit with excitement as I put on the undergarments and also as I felt the
movement of the hose against my jeans.
I found my Mistress leaning against the kitchen wall, arms crossed with
car keys in her hands. Before she spoke, I dropped to my knees in front
of her and pressed my lips to the bare skin just above the top of her
right shoe. "Thank you, Mommy."
Drawing me up by my shoulders, she kissed me softly, drew slightly away,
and looking directly into my eyes, softly replied, "You are welcome, my
good boy." She then quickly took my hand and led me out to the car, where
I took the passenger seat as she got behind the wheel.
Looking at her profile as we drove, I found myself again marveling how
fortunate I was to be married to this woman. She kept her eyes on the
road, a slight smile on her face, occasionally shaking back her shoulder
length, styled hair. I could catch a faint scent of the patchouli perfume
that was a small but intoxicating part of her immensely powerful effect on
me.
After a few moments of mutually comfortable silence between us, she spoke.
"Is my little boy hungry?"
"For what, Mommy?" I replied with a small grin.
"Food, you naughty boy!" she responded with mock severity, smiling over at
me.
"I was before you got home."
"Well, we're going to Toucan's so get hungry again," she laughingly
replied.
We arrived at the local restaurant we had discovered shortly after moving
to Florida. It was casual and relaxed with good seafood and a wonderful
view of the Gulf, especially at sunset. Not fancy or a place to impress
someone, but a favorite among the locals.
Entering, we were greeted by the friendly co-owner and quickly seated in
the bright, modernly-decorated dining area with a wall of windows facing
the smooth, blue water. There also was outdoors patio seating, but it
appeared fairly crowded The sun was sinking towards the horizon.
As I walked behind Marla and the hostess, I delighted in the feel of the
hose on my legs, a reminder of my submission to my wife and my willing
surrender of masculine power and control to her. I was being led
gradually into the "little sissy" persona, where she delighted to place me
and I longed to be placed.
Seated and with menus, we looked into each others' eyes, and Marla reached
across the table to touch my hand. "Feeling better, sweetie?" she asked
with a gentle smile.
"Lots," came my obviously sincere-answer. Peace and a sense of great
contentment was settling down and beginning to surround me like a warm
blanket on a very cold night. The events outside her and me could be set
aside for a time. after which I would return to them with a recharged
battery and rested strength. Marla and I squeezed hands and moved them
back as our waitress arrived.
She was familiar to us, a cute little blond who was attending the
community college in the next town over and had been working at Toucan's
since her high school days. "Hi, guys!" she said with a grin of
recognition.
"Hey, Tonya!" Marla greeted back. "How's school going?"
"Ah, so-so," answered Tonya with a wry grin.
"Uh-huh," Marla grinned, "Too much boytime is my guess."
"Well, maybe a little too much"; the pert hottie winked at Marla as both
engaged in a conversation that did not involve me. It left me time to
fantasize about Marla and Tonya "together" with me as their sissy maid
servant. A number of quite intoxicating possibilities for mutual fun
quickly flashed through my kinky imagination, many of which I was sure
Marla shared since on occasions she had used some of these shared
imaginations to excite us both in scene. Neither of us knew for sure
about the perky little blond's interests, but she and Marla teased back
and forth.
As if reading my mind, my Lady reached out and touched Tonya's arm, "Well,
listen you little cutie, just be sure you are the one running the show and
not those boys! We girls need always to have the whip hand, y'know."
She laughed, and Tonya laughed back. My wife immediately demonstrated.
"I think I know what we want," gesturing to the menu. Even though Marla
in charge was typical of our ordering practice, Tonya still looked a
little taken by the subtly odd phrasing, but she smiled and put her pen to
her order book.
"He"--the emphasis again was subtle but obvious--"will have the seafood
pasta, and give me a half-order of the stuffed shrimp and a cup of gumbo.
Ranch on the salads. Iced tea for me and water for the boy." She was
smiling playfully when she referred to me as "the boy," but Tonya giggled,
and I blushed.
My blush deepened as Tonya turned her attention to me and asked with
another giggle, "Is that right, boy?"
"It sure is," I answered with a smile.
"Nice to see you, Ken," Tonya added, reducing any sting with a friendly
smile, and I briefly met her dancing eyes. My eyes followed her as she
perkily moved towards the kitchen, and Marla archly observed, "You like
that, don't you?"
I quickly retuned my focus to her, guiltily, but found her grinning
indulgently. "That's OK, I know who you belong to."
"Devoitedly and delightedly," I responded and then observed, "We both like
that, yes?"
Marla feigned shock, "Why you pervert!" and we both laughed. However, she
added an exaggerated wink.
We looked at the sun on the sea. Our salads came quickly. Marla chose to
keep the conversation light in terms of topics and direction, and soon we
were enjoying the entrees. We had finished when I felt my Mistress' bare
toes probing under my pants leg and rubbing my stockinged ankles.
"Are you wearing hose, you little slut?" she asked with mock surprise.
"Yes, Mommy," I answered going instantly into role.
"What happens to little boys who wear girl's clothes?" she continued
quietly.
"They get punished," I answered, looking down at the tablecloth.
She continued to stoke me with her toes. "Do you need to be punished,
little sissy?" No one was seated near us, and we both continued to speak
quietly.
"Yes, Mommy, I do." My cock filled my little white panties and pressed
against my jeans.
"Say it all together! You know how!. And look me in the eyes while you
do!" Both the words and the strength in her command thrilled me, and I of
course obeyed, looking in her level gray eyes..
"I am a naughty little sissy slut wearing girls' clothes. I need my mommy
to punish me, please."
"Hmmmmmmmm," she spoke slowly. "I'm not completely sure you're my little
boy, but little boy or little girl, you are mine, and I will punish you
just as you deserve." She drained her tea, which Tonya had refilled
twice, and set the glass firmly on the table. She looked about for Tonya
to get the check.
Knowing we were about to leave, I spoke, "Mommy..."
"What?" she asked, still scanning for Tonya.
"May I please go to the bathroom before we leave?"
"To do what?"
"I have to pee-pee." Using the word I knew she expected of me, I blushed
both at having to ask and in such a littleboy way.
"I'm going to let you go by yourself," she answered but her voice stopped
me as I began to get up. "And when you're done, I want you to roll your
jeans up two inches and take off you boy socks. Put them in your pocket
before, and put your shoes back on."
The men's room was in the bar, separate from the dining area in which we
were seated. The sun was gone beneath the Gulf, and the inside light had
been muted, but still it was possible someone would see that I was wearing
white hose under my jeans. Not likely but possible. "Yes, Mommy," was my
only response.
I could feel my heart pound, and I had to arrange my hard cock in my jeans
before walking from the table.
"Go," she told me after watching me shift my cock so it lay against my
belly.
(to be continued)
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