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1. The ladies wear shop was called Experience. It lay outside the town centre where there were fewer passers-by but rents were lower and Jane Silk managed to make a living doing what she enjoyed - selling "on trend fashions for the discerning lady." Her clientele were mainly more affluent well dressed ladies who wanted classic fashions with just a nod to the current trends. She stocked dresses, skirts, tops, jackets, coats, trousers, knitwear, some underwear and hosiery and a few accessories. The shop was on a corner and had two large windows where each season's latest fashions were attractively displayed. I had walked by many times, admiring the clothes without having been inside the shop but this time I stopped to take a closer look at a gorgeous navy blue pencil skirt and jacket. The skirt was high waisted with a single kick pleat at the back, length just below the knee and the double breasted jacket was fitted and of a short length - just down to the skirt waistband. The fabric was a wool mix, smooth, crisp and heavy weight. "Sharpen your work wardrobe," said the banner beneath the outfit and I immediately imagined myself wearing it with some high court shoes and a snazzy bag on my arm. Contemporary yet alluringly classic I thought, something smart I would be able to wear out and about without drawing too much attention. The dizzying thought entered my head that I should try it on and I quickly reviewed the implications - male clothes but legs recently waxed and well, why not? I imagined myself again looking sharp and ready for business and found myself walking to the door. The doorbell tinkled and a well dressed lady in her mid-forties quickly appeared. She was wearing a pale pink cardigan, a well-fitting black skirt with lowish heels and was nicely made-up. "Hello, can I help," she said smiling and looking straight at me, her bracelets clanking as she talked and moved. "Err yes, I'm interested in the navy blue skirt and jacket in the window," I said wondering what her reaction would be. "Of course, for someone else or for yourself?" came the reply without missing a beat. Crunch time I thought, but I was intoxicated and I had to feel it, wear it and own it. "It's for me." I smiled back trying to radiate some confidence. "No problem, what size would you like?" she said softly. "A size 12 skirt and a size 14 jacket please." "Yes I think we have that. If you would like to go over there to the changing room," she said pointing and clanking, "I'll go and find your sizes." A glance around the shop showed there were many more lovely clothes hanging on racks high and low. Heavenly, I thought, just heaven. Why had I not been in before? I walked slowly past display stands of hosiery and underwear and on to a thick carpet and through an arch at the back of the shop into a discrete area with several full length mirrors, elegant chairs and two curtained changing rooms. I closed the curtain and stared at myself in the mirrored walls as if to convince myself this was reality. I had just finished taking off my shoes when a cheery voice said that she had the right sizes and then gently parted the curtain to hand me a hanger with a skirt and a jacket. "Try them on and let's see how they fit," she said as the jewelled hand withdrew and walked away. The skirt would be first - it felt substantial and smooth as I slipped into it, pulled it up to my waist and found the side zip. It sat comfortably around my waist and looking in the mirror the fit around my rear was very flattering. Next the jacket, which like the skirt, had a lovely cream lining with dark blue spots. I fastened the buttons and felt the close fit around my lower body, the length just skimming the top of my waist and at the top, just a little room for a bust. The double breasted style and V cut collar with wide lapels would be the perfect frame for a necklace, I thought. The overall effect was very pleasing and with some good shape-wear I thought a nice curvy figure with a waist would definitely be possible - my looming extravagance was justified. I smoothed my skirt and turned around feeling the kick pleat open and I looked back in the mirror to take another look at the view from the rear. I felt a flow of confidence and drew back the curtain to stand back and stood in front of the full length mirrors. But the impression was that of a lovely suit without the finishing touches - heels, bag, jewellery etc. Then Jane appeared in the mirror behind me. "You look lovely," she said sounding quite genuine, "let me show you a blouse and bra so that you can see how your jacket should fit." She sounded enthusiastic as she went off again to fetch more feminine finery. She came back with a 38B bra in white satin and a silk long sleeved cream blouse with pussy bow. I said a shy thank you as I took the items and went in behind the curtains to dress again. I was pleased that I could fasten the bra behind my back and after adjusting my socks as padding, I stood admiring myself in the mirror before slipping into the blouse and gently fastening the buttons. The blouse was silk and felt delicious against my skin and as I tied a large bow I saw the lacey bra pattern just making an impression through the blouse. The jacket slid easily over my blouse and after tucking my blouse into my skirt, I stepped out again. "That looks much better now," said Jane as she walked in again, smiling. "With some heels and a nice handbag you'll look very smart." I was enjoying the compliments and I couldn't help but turn round and smile widely. "Yes I love them," I said dry mouthed. "Take a walk around and see how it feels," she encouraged. Staying in the dressing area I walked slowly around as Jane looked on. I felt the skirt sliding over my legs and heard the gentle rustle of the lining as I moved. Just as I was contemplating which shade of tights would be best, the doorbell tinkled. "Excuse me a minute," Jane said as the unseen customer came in. I scurried back behind the curtain and thought this would be the right time to get back into male mode, although what I would say if I had to emerge from the changing rooms, I wasn't sure. Nevertheless I changed quickly and as I did so the door bell tinkled again and my problem was solved. Of course I had to buy everything - the suit, the blouse and the bra. Jane again told me how nice it all looked on me and advised me on shoes and bags to complete the outfit and said I should come back some time and show her the whole ensemble. Needing no further prompting I said I would love to and left beaming, clutching my shopping bag and feeling totally feminine. 2. Back home I was soon surfing the more up-market on-line sites for ladies wear. I took Jane's advice and found a pair of black patent leather courts with a 4 inch heel and a black tote bag in smooth soft leather with two handles and a large zipped compartment - plenty of room for all my bits and pieces. An order was placed and after several days the items arrived and trying everything on was an immediate priority. A warm relaxing bubble bath was first, followed by body creams on my recently waxed legs. I was a regular at a nearby beauty salon and enjoyed getting my legs done. I thought how nice it would be to be a regular at Jane's, browsing, buying and parading in her shop. My new bra was laid out on the bed waiting for me with a firm control pantie girdle in white satin and some shiny control tights in a light brown haze colour. Next came the make-up, slowly applied - foundation and powder first then mascara, eye shadow and blusher. Finally a maroon red lipstick and lip gloss, all perhaps a little more than most women would wear for daytime but a glamorous look was called for with such lovely new things. With the blouse buttoned up, the bow tied and the skirt fastened, I stepped into my new shoes and felt comfortable and lady-like. Walking around, the heels shortened my stride and the fitted skirt defined a smooth curvy rear as I twirled in front of the bedroom mirror. The outline of my bra was visible through the blouse and I felt feminine and at ease. Just the final touch was needed - my wig. It was shoulder length with a fringe, dark brown colouring with some slightly lighter highlights chosen to look good without drawing to much attention. After combing it out the visual effect was convincing and the whole effect was intoxicating. Putting on my jacket, I strutted around the apartment looking in every mirror and at every reflection, experimenting with different ways to carry my new bag. I sat down on the sofa to rest my feet and a deep satisfaction came over me as I reflected on the day at Jane?s shop and her invitation to return ? my thoughts were clear - today was the day. A necklace and several bracelets plus clip-on earrings completed my outfit and finally a mist of my favourite perfume descended around me as I sorted out my new bag - in went all the essentials make-up bag, perfume, tissues, phone, gloves, scarf and more. Outside the rain was on and off and it was cool so my beige trench coat seemed ideal and after tying the belt I was ready to leave. Walking along the street I felt like a million and I was enjoyed being out. Closer to Jane?s I wondered if there would be any customers in the shop but I decided this would not be a problem ? I felt like a lady and I was sure I looked like one and acted like one. There were no strange looks as I walked along and the rain had stopped leaving just a cool breeze blowing around my legs. A lady came out just as I approached the shop door and I guessed there would be no other customers. Would she recognise me? Perhaps I should have phoned ahead today I was coming in fully dressed but now it was too late. ?Hi,? I said enthusiastically entering and seeing Jane behind the counter, quickly adding, ?I?m Christine, I was in about a week ago ? the navy skirt suit?.? ?Yes, I remember, how nice of you to come back and show me ? you look gorgeous ? your make-up is perfect. Ah and you took my advice on the shoes and bag ? they are just ideal for that suit.? I unbuttoned my trench coat to reveal the skirt and jacket and felt compelled to do a twirl. ?The suit looks so smart on you and such a lovely fit,? enthused Jane smiling attentively. ?I am so happy with my suit,? I gushed, ?I wanted to come and thank you.? ?I knew you would be happy with it,? she responded knowingly. ?I don?t think I introduced myself before - I?m Jane.? ?I?m Christine ? I would love to look around again - do you mind if I browse,? I said spotting some really nice skirts. ?Of course not ? are you looking for anything in particular? I have some more underwear in stock that would match the bra you bought??? My eyes moved away from the skirts and towards the underwear display as Jane came from behind the counter and picked an item off the display to show me. ?This pantie girdle will match your bra and give you a smooth outline under your skirt,? she advised. I said how pretty it was and how I was sure it would help my figure. A size 12 in white was shortly in my hands and after some further browsing, I paid for it and said how I enjoyed coming to the shop and would she mind if I came back again. ?You are most welcome at any time ? you look so lovely - I would be happy to see you anytime ? do drop in for a coffee. Enjoy your new pantie girdle.? Walking down the street this time I felt like two million. 3. The next time couldn?t come soon enough but on the other hand I didn?t want to make myself unwelcome so I waited a week. As always I went through the same routine to get dressed and decided that out of my many outfits, the navy skirt and jacket with the cream silk blouse was the one to wear again. My new pantie girdle provided firm support and when everything was securely tucked away within its confines I checked in the mirror to see a pretty white pantie girdle under the brown haze of my tights. And with my skirt on, no VPL, just a smooth fit round my curves. On arrival at the shop Jane recognised me immediately and greeted me warmly like a lady friend, planting a kiss on each made-up cheek. ?Come on through and have a coffee with me,? she said leading the way to the back of the shop and a small kitchen. As she bustled about she explained she had had a difficult week and was considering some part time help at the shop but wasn?t sure if she could afford it. Just administration and book-keeping which she didn?t much enjoy and occasional help with moving stock. She explained it was difficult to find people that she liked and could trust. Sitting down across the small table from me she was again complimentary about my appearance and asked if I had any book keeping experience and if I might be interested in helping her. I was so surprised and Jane asked so nicely ? I knew I had the experience and thought it would be a delightful place to work and being with Jane was a pleasure, so the answer came easily. ?Why yes, I have done some bookkeeping but are you sure I would be right for this? I said expressing some genuine surprise. ?I think so, it is not difficult to learn and you could dress as you wished to.? The latter part sounded most interesting and so we agreed I would became Jane?s assistant for one day a week for a modest wage. I would wear a skirt suit or some smart office wear in case I was seen by customers and could get a small discount on whatever was in stock. I would start next week when Jane would show me what was needed. Next week I decided to wear my black skirt suit ? a closely fitting formal jacket with only just enough room to breathe and a belted pencil skirt, knee length with no slit. The whole outfit, worn with my new bra and firm control pantie girdle, gave me an incredible figure and a thin see-through jade green satin blouse allowed the pretty patterns of my bra to be clearly seen. Some patent 4 inch courts and a croc look leather bag completed my look. At the shop Jane was very flattering and admired how well I was able to walk in a tight skirt and heels, as I teetered about. Sitting down in the small office at the back of the shop, Jane took me through some of the basics for an hour before pausing and announcing that an old friend of hers would be dropping by later in the day. ?How lovely,? I said without knowing anything about her friend. ?I?ll introduce you of course,? said Jane, ?she?s a good customer and a very smart dresser. You?ll like her. But now please make some coffee? she added in a slightly sharper tone that made it clear I was the assistant. As I pottered along, it felt such a pleasure to be not only accepted as a lady but also to work in such a lovely environment surrounded by beautiful clothes. Women could have such pleasant lives. It was quiet in the afternoon and when I heard the tinkling bell I moved out of the office to glimpse who was coming in. Jane was in the front of the shop and warmly greeted a well dressed lady of a statuesque build who I took to be the old friend. ?Christine come and meet my friend,? called Jane. ?Coming,? I responded moving as quickly as my skirt and heels would allow. The lady friend looked a little older than Jane, probably in her early fifties, elegant with a clear sense of her own style, no slave to current fashion but timelessly fashionable ? a fur coat with smart black trousers and kitten heels, whilst round her blonde hair a beautifully patterned silk scarf was tied ? and most mysterious of all, dark glasses on an overcast day. ?How are you Christine, I?m Mrs Kennedy. It?s so nice to meet you and you look even lovelier than Jane said, I love your femme fatale look ? I?m a fan myself.? ?Thank you so much Mrs Kennedy you are very kind ? I love your headscarf,? I said joining in the exchange of compliments. Mrs Kennedy explained that she had just dropped by quickly whilst in town for another appointment. Jane had told her all about me and she wanted to meet me. She said she had some experience of cross dressers and knew what they liked - the smart fitted clothes, corsetry, high heels and make-up. ?Have you ever tried bondage?? she added unexpectedly in a matter of fact way. Surprised by the question, I stumbled, ?Errrr not really?.I don?t?.? ?Well I am sure you would enjoy it,? she interrupted. ?Perhaps on my next visit.? I wasn?t sure if this was a question or statement but it sounded a bit more like the latter. Whilst I was contemplating what I might say next, Mrs Kennedy turned quickly to Jane, said she was late and with a goodbye kiss on the cheek for each of us, she left. Jane explained that Mrs Kennedy had had a colourful life and enjoyed cross dressers. Jane had told her about me and Mrs Kennedy said she would love to meet me. ?But what was that about the bondage?? I asked. ?I didn?t know about that,? Jane replied unconvincingly. ?She?s a bit of dark lady,? she added as further brief explanation, after a few moments. Thinking more about it, I wasn?t sure whether to take Mrs Kennedy seriously, especially with the dark glasses, but she certainly was an intriguing and mysterious lady. 4. At the same time next week I was back in the shop. Jane was dressed in a nice grey skirt suit with high stiletto heels, full make-up and looking even more glamorous than usual. I had on my black skirt suit with a colourful silk scarf tied around my neck and my make-up extra carefully applied plus plenty of my best perfume. For some reason I wanted to make a good impression with Mrs Kennedy and the same appeared to be true of Jane. We exchanged well founded compliments as we teetered about the shop to get ready for opening. Jane said Mrs Kennedy would drop by late afternoon for coffee and a chat and I wondered to myself what she would be wearing this time. And what would she say this time? There were numerous tasks for the morning and I set about them with enthusiasm, whilst Jane dealt with customers as they came and went. In the afternoon it got quieter and by 4.30pm no customers had been in for half an hour and I had done most of my tasks so Jane asked me to make some coffee. As I was going about this, the tinkling bell indicated Mrs Kennedy?s arrival, followed by Jane?s effusive greetings and I went through to join them. Mrs Kennedy had on her fur coat again but this time she wore a skirt, skyscraper heels and a large leather tote bag was hanging over her shoulder. There were dark glasses again, leather gloves and a delicate silk scarf was keeping her long hair in place - a look of mystery and old fashioned glamour. ?Hello Christine darling,? she said planting kisses on my cheeks. ?It?s so lovely to see you again and looking more gorgeous than before.? Mrs Kennedy looked so well groomed and gorgeous I gushed with compliments and we all started to laugh. How pleasant it was to be an elegant lady in the company of others! Jane said she would shut early so we could have coffee un-interrupted. She locked the door, hung up the closed sign and we retired to the changing area to sit on comfy seats. After some chatter between Jane and Mrs Kennedy about which fashions were or were not selling well, Mrs Kennedy turned to me and asked if I was ready. ?Ready for what? I replied surprised. ?I see,? she said, ?you like a surprise, perhaps a game, the innocent lady taken unexpectedly.? The tone was more serious ? it seemed she did have some intentions. But before I could think further the same insistent no nonsense voice suddenly commanded me to stand up. I was on my feet thinking we were going somewhere but my arms were pulled behind me and I felt some coils of rope around my wrists quickly tighten and a cinch pull them firmly together. ?Mrs Kennedy,? I began, ?what is going on?? ?Just stay still whilst I attend to you,? came the firm reply. Then a leather gloved hand appeared in front of my face clutching what appeared to be some scrunched-up panties that she quickly pushed into my open mouth, packing it inside with her fingers. I let out a yell to object but only a muffled mmmmph came out and the silk scarf that followed was pulled tight between my teeth and tied at the back of my head to complete the gag. I moved away towards the mirrors which showed my bound and gagged predicament clearly. Mrs Kennedy was now reaching into her bag pulling out more rope as Jane watched. I pulled against my wrist bindings but they were firm. Help! came out as a high pitched ?Mmmmmmph? and Jane came over to pull me by the arm back to the chair, saying that as an assistant I must do as I was told. Sitting on the edge of the chair, Mrs Kennedy started to add some bindings around my upper arms and elbows so that my arms were pulled in tightly to my body. ?You said you liked silk scarves so we have some for you,? said Mrs Kennedy gleefully, placing one over my face and tying it round the back of my head. The room interior became blurry and I could see only fuzzy outlines as another scarf was folded by Jane into a triangle and placed by Mrs K over my wig and tied under my chin. A hardly audible mmph emerged again. ?You are so lucky to have been scarfed and I am sure you will enjoy it as we ladies often do,? said Mrs Kennedy. ?You make a lovely lady and wearing scarves is part of being a lady,? assured Jane. ?Part of your duties will be to serve Mrs Kennedy to her satisfaction. Now stand up and walk with me over to the mirror.? Guided by Jane I came closer to the mirror where I could see the outline of my head wearing a patterned scarf tied under my chin and with another plain scarf giving me a blank mask-like face. The rustle of the silk scarves as I moved my head sounded louder than my muffled cries and I realised I was helpless - silenced in my silken world and securely bound ? only my legs were free but my tight skirt and heels ensured I could not run. I wondered what would happen next and the answer came soon. ?Mrs Kennedy will take you in her car now,? said Jane, attaching one end of a piece of rope behind me, ?you will stay with her tonight.? Resistance seemed out of the question as I was lead out of the back door, Mrs Kennedy in front and Jane behind, carrying my bag for me. I stumbled getting into the back seat of Mrs Kennedy?s car but was soon sitting belted up behind the blacked out windows. Mrs Kennedy got into the front seat, asked if I was comfortable and without waiting for a sound from me, she shut her door, started the engine and set off. The first phase of my life as a bound and gagged scarf lady was about to begin. 5. I could see a hazy outline of the road ahead out of the front windscreen but I had no idea where I was and it was getting dark. It was clear we had left the town and we were on country roads but that was all I could make out. After half an hour we turned off into a long dark driveway and came to halt outside a large house where only the porch was lit. Mrs Kennedy got out and opened my door and unbelted me saying, ?Welcome to my house, I am sure you will enjoy your stay.? ?Mmmmph,? came the reply as I struggled to get out and stand up. ?I?m afraid the scarves and gag will have to stay for the moment, Christine. Perhaps later if you behave well.? I was lead to the front door, which Mrs Kennedy unlocked, switched on the lights and we were inside a large hallway with several doors leading off it. I could see the d?cor was traditional, indeed old fashioned but there was no time to study it through my silky haze as I was lead up wide carpeted stairs to a landing. The door in front was unlocked and I was pushed in to a large bedroom and told to kneel in front of the bed. Mrs Kennedy came up behind me and checked my wrist and arm bindings and my scarves. ?Now sit on the bed,? she commanded. More rope appeared and Mrs Kennedy started to bind my ankles, pulling them firmly together with a cinch. Then she lifted my bound legs on to the bed and rolled me onto my stomach and then attached the dangling end of the rope behind me to my ankle bindings, pulling my ankles towards my wrists. ?I am sorry to hog tie you,? she began, ?but I want you to understand I am in charge here and you are my assistant ? an unquestioning obedient assistant who exists to carry out the duties I set for you. Do you understand?? I nodded as best I could and let out another well muffled mmmmmph as a yes and with that she drew the curtains round the four poster bed and left the room, locking the door behind her. I was left totally helpless, the hog tie was secure, the gag effective and my view from behind my silk scarf limited. I struggled a little but it was wasted energy and I decided to enjoy the comfort of the bed as best I could and hope my sanitary towel would hold out. Sometime later I heard the door being unlocked and Mrs Kennedy entered asking if I was ready to be obedient. ?You are now my bound and gagged assistant and I want you to model some classic fashions for me,? she commanded. ?I hope you will be co-operative but if not you will be hog tied, gagged and scarfed for rather longer.? Getting rather tired and with aching joints I nodded a clear yes and gave small mmph. My scarves and gag were removed, Mrs Kennedy took a few photos to further ensure compliance and then I was released with an instruction to freshen up in the shower and get a good nights sleep. The door closed behind Mrs Kennedy and the key turned in the lock. In the morning I was greeted first thing by a well dressed Mrs Kennedy at my bedside, instructing me to get up and get showered. I promptly got up and whilst in the bathroom I could hear Mrs Kennedy in the bedroom, opening cupboards, drawers and wardrobes. ?I have laid your clothes out on the bed and your underwear too ? please get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast,? she said as she left the room. Elsewhere, the shop door sign said ?closed? as Jane drove straight by on her way out of town towards the countryside. She was dressed to kill and in a buoyant mood as she looked forward to a day with Mrs Kennedy and Christine. She knew Christine loved to cross dress and she was sure Christine would love some of the older style fashions at Mrs Kennedy?s house as she herself did, although it wasn?t easy to wear fifties fashions on the street today and certainly not in the shop. Corsetry, stockings, tight fitting suits and heels were from a bygone golden age of the Fifties ? Jane had learned to love the sleek outfits from her mother and then later from searching the internet. She had taken to showing her best Fifties fashion photos on an internet site and from this she made contact with Mrs Kennedy who, she was delighted to discover, lived not too far away. The pair were ideally matched and long fashion shows at Mrs Kennedy?s house followed. The missing part, Mrs Kennedy had subsequently confided to Jane, was a cross dresser to dress in the fashions, bound and gagged as necessary for her further enjoyment. Mrs Kennedy?s interest in bondage seemed a little bizarre at the time but on reflection Jane found the thought exciting and it lodged in her mind. Soon afterwards Christine came into the shop and the possibilities entered her head. When Jane told Mrs Kennedy about her new customer, Mrs Kennedy was delighted and asked to meet Christine. Jane had said that although she had seen cross dressers on the internet who were bound and gagged, she wasn?t so sure about bondage, but Mrs Kennedy was persuasive and Jane was re-assured by Mrs Kennedy?s worldly experience that many cross dressers enjoyed it and well, it seemed like it might be fun. I looked at clothes laid out for me. Mrs Kennedy had provided a firm control pantie girdle and a fresh sanitary pad and also a tampon. I hadn?t worn a tampon before but I thought compliance was the best option and I felt so feminine with it in. Next the panty girdle which smoothed out my front and then I picked up the open bottom high waist girdle with six suspenders and wondered how I could shrink to fit inside its very firm silky control panels. Fortunately there was a side zip plus various hooks and eyes and soon I was cocooned within it. Next the long-line bra which I noticed matched the girdle and after padding it, my foundations were complete. I looked in a full length mirror and was pleasantly surprised by how effective these items were in giving me a flat tummy and sculpting my figure. Trussed up already, I thought to myself, but looking good. The stockings were tan coloured, very smooth and seamed. I rolled each one down to the toe then then pulled them over my recently waxed legs and slowly fastened the suspenders. Being more used to tights, getting the seams straight proved difficult but using a mirror, symmetry was eventually achieved for both legs and I was satisfied. After adding a silky half-slip with a lacy hem , I fastened the blouse ? white silk with a large frill down the front and concealed buttons. Finally stepping into a long tight grey skirt and sliding into a fitted jacket, I felt comfortable and complete. In my heels, I walked around the room listening to the stockings swishing gently against each other and against the skirt lining. Glancing in mirrors, I felt amazing and the look was clearly that of a well-dressed lady from the Fifties. I opened the bedroom door and went out on to the landing where a gallery overlooked the entrance hall and the wide staircase. On all the wall spaces fashion photos hung. Some in black and white, some in faded colour but all with Vogue style clothes from the late Fifties, the height of a golden age of fashion. Elegantly coiffured and with haughty smiles they looked down at me as I slowly walked along, admiring their elegance and sleek looks. That I was now dressed similarly occurred to me and I admired myself again as I passed another mirror, wishing I was back in those times. At the bottom of the staircase I tried the front door out of curiosity but it was locked and going through an open door I found myself in a lounge with Mrs Kennedy sitting on a sofa drinking tea from tray on a small table. ?Good morning, Christine, do come and have some tea,? she welcomed. ?You look wonderful my dear, how does it all feel now?? ?Very nice, so fitted and sleek Mrs Kennedy,? I said politely. I put down my hand bag on the sofa and sat next to Mrs Kennedy as elegantly as possible. ?Well there?s more to come and I have many more fashions here that you must try? said Mrs Kennedy when the doorbell interrupted her and she got up to answer it. I heard greetings being exchanged at the door and Jane walked into the lounge looking sensational. She was also wearing a smooth grey wool suit with a small hat and veil, killer black heels with a to- die-for croc patterned black leather handbag and heavy make-up. I greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks and we all exchanged compliments and I realised we were all similarly dressed in our best skirt suits. 6. After breakfast Mrs Kennedy said we must go upstairs for a fashion parade where she had a beautiful wedding dress that I must wear for the ceremony. ?What ceremony?? I asked surprised and perhaps a little too abruptly having promised obediency. ?You will find out shortly but first it?s clear a little more training is required,? replied Mrs Kennedy in her no no-nonsense tone. On arrival in my bedroom, I was told to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I was slow to react and Mrs Kennedy pushed me on down face first on to the bed and I quickly felt a knee on my back as ropes tightened around my wrists again. Then another pair of hands around my ankles and shoes and soon I was bound hand and foot. Rolled onto my back by the ladies, Mrs Kennedy loomed over me with a large wad of something and proceeded to work into my mouth until it was tightly packed and a scarf pushed between my teeth was tied tightly round the back of my head as I was pulled into a sitting position on the side of the bed. Mrs Kennedy instructed Jane to add more ropes around my knees as she worked to bind my arms to my sides, adding that she would add an over the mouth gag too. More pretty silk scarves and I disappeared into a misty silk haze as a headscarf was wrapped around my head and another one over my hair and tied under my chin. Rolled back onto my stomach a pair of hands drew my ankles towards my wrists and tied them off as I let out a feeble mmph. ?Don?t you think she looks even prettier now,? said Mrs Kennedy excitedly to Jane. ?Why yes she looks gorgeous ? beautiful,? Jane replied, amazed that I had been turned so quickly into a bound, gagged and scarfed lady just like the internet pictures Mrs Kennedy had shown her before. ?Christine, you and I are to be married today, I have a perfect wedding dress for you but first you must learn to obey as this will be in your vows,? pronounced Mrs Kennedy and with that the curtains around the bed were drawn and I was left again to struggle in a silent and immobile silken world. ?Will Christine be OK like that?? asked Jane as they walked down the stairs. ?Yes of course,? assured Mrs Kennedy as they entered a small study with a computer screen, ?come and look.? From a camera high up in the corner of the four poster bed they watched intently as Christine squirmed around silently behind the silk mask. She struggled to find some knots around her ankles but Mrs Kennedy had put them all out of her reach. Her movement was limited and only occasional gag noises and some rustling could be heard as she writhed around on the bed. ?She looks quite sexy,? Jane observed as she enjoyed Christine?s silken helplessness. ?We will keep her bound and gagged for a while, you can how much she enjoys it. And it?s rather fun from here too.? The ladies amused themselves for some time over Christine?s predicament and after taking a few screen shots and printing them, they were back in the bedroom drawing back the four poster curtains. ?We thought you might like to see yourself as a bound and gagged lady,? said Mrs Kennedy smiling as the scarves around my face were released. The prints were very clear, showing every detail of the layers of white rope around my arms, wrists, knees and ankles and the short rope between my ankles and wrists pulled tight against by bent knees. It looked as secure as it felt, my total helplessness apparent from the pretty silk scarf over my face and another over my head tied under my chin. My skirt had ridden up around my thighs and my stocking tops were on show, I looked every inch the lady in distress and I loved it. ?We have posted your pictures on the internet,? said Mrs Kennedy. ?We are going to offer your services as a bound and gagged sissy lady. I think there will be quite some demand from ladies of a certain ilk.? I tried to register a protest but it came out as a squirm and a squeally mmmmph. ?On the other hand you could be my bound and gagged bride,? she said beaming, ?always to obey and serve.? ?For both of us,? added Jane. ?Nod if you agree,? said Mrs Kennedy. An image of a lady with a large rubber strap-on entered my head and I nodded. ?Good, but first some further enjoyment for us all,? announced Mrs Kennedy as the scarf around my head was tied again followed by another triangle tied under my chin. Then some tightening of my hog tie so that I could now touch my ankle bindings and even squirming was difficult. Then from inside my silken world I heard the drawing of curtains and both ladies left the room to watch from a distance. The ladies watched as their captive tried to move and they listened intently but very little was to be heard. Gagged and blindfolded, I squirmed silently against the hog tie then shuddered to a halt. Soon the ladies re-appeared and Mrs Kennedy removed my scarves asking if I had my sanitary protection in place. I nodded and she smiled saying tampons and pads must be worn at all times. Furthermore did I agree to wear the underwear and clothes provided by her whilst at her residence and to be bound and gagged as a punishment or as otherwise commanded by Mrs Kennedy? I gladly nodded and as Jane recorded it all on her phone, my fate was sealed. So I became a bound and gagged bride with Jane to help me get ready for the simple ceremony. The wedding dress was a sumptuous, frothy creation in pure white. A fitted silk and lace bodice had long sleeves ending in elaborate ruffled lacey cuffs. The skirt was very full with silk and satin panels with lace in between and behind, a long train. I prepared with a long and relaxing bubble bath, enjoying shaving any stray hairs and then creaming my whole body. A large box of tampons had been provided and I slid one in and added a pad inside my firm control girdle. Tucking myself into the pantie girdle gave a perfectly smooth front and high waisted zip-up girdle ensured I was encased. I emerged from the bathroom into the dressing room wearing just my bra, girdle and stockings. Jane greeted me and I sat on a stool at the dressing table while she did my make-up. I confided how lovely it was to feel feminine and pampered and was rewarded with a lovely gentle kiss on the cheek. The conversation soon turned to the dress hanging a few feet away as the make- up was carefully applied ? we both admired it and praised Mrs Kennedy?s sense of style. Stepping into the dress, with help from Jane, I felt secure and lady-like as Jane zipped up the back of the bodice. Jane slipped a pair of white stilettoes with five inch heels onto my feet and I said how gorgeous they were. Some pretty lace gloves followed and then Jane apologised saying she had to tie my wrists behind me and scarf me ? Mrs Kennedy?s request. After securing my hands, some wadding was worked into my mouth and several beautifully pattered scarves appeared, one was rolled up and tied behind my head securing the wadding and then a perfumed silky haze as another one covered my face and was tied behind my head. Finally a triangle over my wig and tied under my chin. ?You look lovely,? Jane purred and I managed small mmmph as I looked at the vague image in the mirror. Jane added a veil and I was ready to become Mrs Kennedy?s bound and gagged bride. Jane guided Christine down the stairs and into a sitting room where Mrs Kennedy sat silently on a sofa, beautifully made up and dressed in an immaculate grey mother-of-the-bride outfit complete with matching shoes, leather gloves and handbag. Mrs Kennedy stood and went to the centre of the room next to where Christine was silently standing. Jane began: ?Do you agree to take Mrs Kennedy as your new mistress and to serve her with obedience. To satisfy her needs and to dress as she requires. Also to continue to work in Experience as and when requested and to dress as instructed. You may nod to indicate your agreement.? I nodded without hesitation ? a truly wonderful offer! Mrs Kennedy removed the veil and scarves, replacing the veil with a kiss on my cheek. ?And Christine please remember that punishment will follow any disobedience? Mrs Kennedy added sternly. Looking around, I smiled as I caught sight of myself in the mirror across the room ? a gorgeous bride in white with a figure sculpted by real foundations. What could be better I thought than to be a bound bride with two beautiful ladies present. ?This is my happiest day,? I gushed. ?I am so happy to serve you - I will always be there to do as you ask.? Mrs Kennedy and Jane smiled at each other ? they had everything they wanted. And so did Christine.