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Now that my lover's 'secret' was out in the open, my inner fantasies had
been brought to the forefront of my mind. Ever since that first fateful
day when I confronted John, we had enjoyed playtime and panty wearing
sessions of intimacy. Often, when the mood turned lustful, I would have
him don a pair of silk panties with a matching bra, or even stockings
clipped to a beautiful chemise. John had grown to be quite open with
presenting himself in the lingerie of my choice, and his inner girliness
was certainly arousing. My interest in this girl had grown quite intense
and quenched my lesbianistic curiosities. Each time that I plunged into
his pussy-like ass, I was overcome with a sense of power; a thrill that
had never before swept through me. I enjoyed the feeling of adulation
that was clearly painted on his pretty face. The unexpected had happened
to me, however- I now began seeing my husband more as my wife. "John" was
no longer suitable during these times, and after much consideration, I
decided to rename John to be Joanna. The name was suitable for so many
reasons. It was classic and girly, sophisticated yet innocent, and
easily shortenable to Jo- just as I could shorten John to Jo. This would
enable me to privately remind him of the girl she was without arousing
suspicion from those in the vicinity.
As I grew increasingly bold with actualizing my own fantasies, Joanna
followed suit in every instance. From our initial role-reversals, I had
upgraded my accessories and was now well supplied with any sort of toy
that I desired. Beads and strap-ons had become more common, each time
being brought out after sessions of foreplay. What if, though, I took a
slightly more.... um... aggressive approach? Never before had I assumed
the dominant role that been stirred deep within me and initiated sex in
this way. Would she enjoy this? Would I be laughed at? Could I handle
the pressure? The mutual love and unspoken trust was certainly worthy of
my taking this risk.
Over the several months since Joanna's fantasy had come out, I had
explored my inner strength and come to terms with how I wanted to present
this new escapade. While Joanna's panty wearing tendencies had thus far
been reserved for the bedroom, I ventured to guess she would enjoy more
time in the sweet silk that enticed each of us so intensely. It was a
Friday night and I had made dinner reservations at our favorite place;
usually reserved for birthdays or special occasions. We spoke at lunch
and I told her that we had dinner plans. She came home to find me
dressed and ready to go in a pair of black slacks and a red silk shirt-
her favorite outfit of mine. Underneath lay a white lace bra with
matching panties containing a sweet surprise for later. I had gone to
all lengths to look perfect for the evening- and had preparations
complete so that "he" would as well. On the bed, clothes were laid out:
gray pants, a white collared shirt, a paisley matching tie, and a pair of
red, silk panties. When John came home, after moments of discussing the
day, I lead him to the bedroom and hurried him into getting ready to go
for our reservations. As he lifted the pants he saw the panties.
"Really honey?" squeaked out and I could hear the eagerness in his voice.
"Yes, this is what you will be wearing tonight." I began to head
downstairs, ready to leave when I said, "You have 2 minutes to get ready-
meet me in the car." I heard the footsteps hurry through the bedroom as
I went downstairs. I climbed into the driver's side and just as I
started the car, my lover came running out the door.
We drove to dinner and were led to our booth in the corner. As we
walked, I placed my arm around him, gently easing my hand down to feel
the frilly panty line that graced his bottom. We sat across from one
another and after looking at the menu for a few moments, the waitress
came over. I ordered a bottle of champagne and Joanna's favorite
bruschetta. Shortly after, I placed our dinner orders- a sequence of
events that had my love looking at me with a questioning glance. It was
clear at that moment that I was in control of the situation. As the
waitress shuffled away and the inquisitive glare disappeared, out came
an, "Ok, I like this already." That small token was all it took to fully
transform my fears to sheer anticipation and empower the fantasies that
lurked within me. I gently replied, "I'm very glad." Over dinner we
discussed how lucky we were, how wonderful it was to feel a true love
like this, and how blessed we were to lead this life. Little did she
know how hers would be transforming!
As we drove home, myself clearly in the driver's seat in every way, I
reached over and gently took Joanna's hand. I pulled her hand toward my
thigh and placed it there gently. I looked down at Jo's hand and asked
how she felt at that moment. "Honey, how do those panties feel?" She
said how silky they felt, and how arousing it was to slide across the
restaurant seat and into the car. I could see the smile slide across her
face and in that moment, as the moonlight shone through the moon roof,
she was transformed. As we drove the path towards home, we made a stop
at WalGreen's. I entered, holding her hand, and headed straight for the
nail polish aisle. "Jo, you need to pick out 3 colors that you like."
She glanced through all the colors and furtively shuffled down the aisle.
After she picked out her colors, I directed her to the counter and
instructed her to go ahead and pay for them and meet me out in the car.
When we arrived home, I slowly removed Jo's tie and unbuttoned the
classic white shirt. As I removed them, followed by her pants, I saw the
beautiful flat front of her panties. I handed her a lace bra, breast
forms, two bottles, and a directive: "You need to head into the bathroom
and get this hair off of your body. I want all that manly hair gone.
When you're done, get dressed and come downstairs." She looked genuinely
nervous, but hurriedly moved into the bathroom, climbed into the tub, and
began spreading the lotion. I went downstairs and set up some things at
the kitchen table. Nail polish and make up here, moisturizers and
applicators there...
I had chosen the colors to best match the shade of polish I had out for
today and when Joanna came down, I had her sit right in front of me.
"Sweetie, you certainly don't look so much like a boy with those panties
on and your hair gone, but we still have work to do if you truly want to
be my girl. Do you WANT to be my girl?" Before I could barely finish,
she spoke up with a convincing, "Yes!" "Honey, when you want to respond
to my questions, you need to call me by my real name- Mistress Betty."
Immediately came the response: "Yes, Mistress Betty, I want to be YOUR
girl!" I told her that was better and placed her hands on the towel
spread before her. As I painted each nail delicately, I continued... If
you want to be my girl, you are going to have to follow my rules. If you
want so badly to be a girl, you are going to have to learn some important
things about being a girl and how real girls act. Each command was met
with, "Yes, Mistress Betty."
Once her finger and toe nails had dried, I began to create the face
Joanna had longed for. I started with a layer of basic foundation,
followed by a concealing powder, blush, eye shadows, mascara, and finally
a beautiful shade of red lipstick. She looked like the quintessential
southern belle! I lead her to the bedroom, and told Joanna that part two
of her lessons was going to commence. "You now look like a girl, and
it's time to learn how to be a real girl." Joanna's beautiful expression
began to turn into sheer anticipation as I spoke: "You need to get on
your knees... that's the best position for a girl to be in when she goes
down on her lover." As I stood there, I put one hand on her shoulder and
slowly guided her downwards. "Undo my pants and take them off."
"Yes, Mistress Betty, I will do as you say."
As she stripped the pants off me, the white lace panties underneath were
clearly presenting the surprise I had instore for her. "You are
interested in sucking a cock, right sweetie?"
"Yes, please Mistress," she replied. As I pulled down the sides of my
panties, the long cock slowly emerged, landing right in front of her
eagerly awaiting, red lips. I pushed my fingers through her hair,
pulling her onto the cock and guided her back and forth as a sense of
peripheral power overcame me. Each thrust pushed the cock against my
engorged clit and the feeling sent sparks through my body.
"Suck it, baby, harder!" And she did. She moved along the thick shaft,
her pink nails wrapped around my protrusion, and it was obvious that she
was enjoying this. In a short matter, I was able to come, and as I did
so, I thrust her mouth off of the cock and into my pussy. As I came into
her beautiful mouth, I noticed the red lipstick left behind on the shaft
of the cock. I helped her up to her feet, gave her a deep, passionate
kiss, and ran my hands along her silky, smooth skin.
"Sweetie, it's time for bed. I have put a set of pajamas in the bathroom
for you." When she emerged from the bathroom, she looked simply stunning
and ultra femme. As we climbed into bed, I whispered gently, "Tomorrow
we'll talk about your new rules, honey."
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