Birthday Wishes
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Secrets come out over time, no matter how hard you try to keep it a
secret. I had been a cross dresser since I was a little boy. I never
understood it, or knew why, but it was a sexual thrill. I was able to
engage in my desires for 18 years of marriage without my wife knowing. I
love my wife, have never had an affair but had seen a professional
dominatrix on occasion. One day I saw Fredericks of Hollywood had a new
shoe, it was a lot like the first pair of shoes I had ever purchased.
They were standard sandals called, "Best Bet" from Fredericks. I wanted
this pair as a tie to easier times. I placed the order with my credit
card that was tied to my P.O. Box where I got all of my "Missy" items. I
had been doing that for over 10 years, and from there they went to my
storage space I paid cash for. It had worked for so long. Of course, UPS
got the shipment and they don't deliver to a P.O. Box. And for some
reason, they felt I had the same name as the P.O. Box so they delivered
the shoes to my home. Yes, UPS let my secret out of the bag. I couldn't
lie to my wife; she could tell when I did. She knew me to well and there
it came. I don't think she was happy, I think it changed a lot that day
but I do think she loves me. I know I love her!
She would on occasion let me dress, sometimes even tie me up. She was
new and seemed more willing to do this for me than anything else. She
took slowly to the idea of spanking me, or whipping me. She didn't
understand, but felt they were my needs so she participated on occasion.
Per my request, she would hogtie me and let me struggle on the bed, or
tie me to a chair while she watched TV or did work. I would dress up and
clean the house, she would tie me bent over and either use a paddle or a
whip. She used an anal toy on me a few times, all scenes driven by me. I
was topping from the bottom, but it worked for me. I loved her a lot and
I was happy. She loved to play with my nipples and clamps. One time she
made me cum without ever touching me, just playing with my nipples. On
another occasion she did the same with my anus, playing with me.
One Christmas, I asked for a chastity device. I got it, and I wore it,
but she wasn't so into it. She thought it was funny, and if I asked her
to take the key, she would. She would hide it and leave it there but
never really denied me. She did once, it had been almost two weeks in
the chastity cage and we got naked and I was playing with her, and I
attempted to get down there and obviously I wasn't going anywhere. She
did mention that night that she didn't understand why I wanted that
thing, but it was my choice and good night. That was as close as I ever
got to tease and denial and I knew I was hooked. I loved her and would
do anything for her; I would especially want her to lock me up! I had
purchased her dildos, one my size and one much bigger. I would use them
on her, on occasion. I wanted her to be happy and satisfied. She is the
love of my life.
So for my birthday which was months away, she was asking what I wanted.
I am not very materialistic, so I answered honestly, a dinner with her
would be nice. She knew my biggest fantasy was to go out dressed but she
worried about people knowing and I think she would be too embarrassed.
Obviously I wouldn't do it around my home, and I wouldn't go to places
that are vanilla. I would imagine going to a conference that caters to
the fetish lifestyle, but anyway that is where we were.
She came home from work one Thursday and asked if I wanted to go for a
walk. We did this often for exercise and there are so many trails by
where we live it's easy to do. As we walked she brought up my birthday
and said she had an idea. She said she needed my help, but she wanted to
rent a house near the beach where I could spend the weekend dressed.
That is what she had as an idea. So we chatted about a few things on our
walk. She loves the beach and how it relaxes her. I was excited about
the idea, so much so I probably talked too much. I even offered to be
her maid that weekend and I think she took to that idea. She asked me to
bring stuff from my storage that Friday night so we can look at things
over the weekend. I was so excited, I brought most things that I felt
fit me or worked. I had a lot of things I ordered online that never fit,
or weren't what I expected.
We spent Saturday organizing all of my stuff, trying things on and
washing clothes. It was a fun day. She had me open my laptop to see
Professional dominatrix sites. She said she wanted to browse and read to
better understand. It made sense so I did. As we browed a few, she asked
me if I was choosing someone to see, who it would be. I told her I
didn't know, it had been a long time since, but I would look for someone
that is attractive, clean, that fit my personality in how she wrote, her
interests. I am more into a sensual, loving but strict domme versus a
mean man hater, or anyone to out there. She instructed me to find
someone and I browsed with her there pointing out certain things. I
would say, I would see her because of this or that, and I wouldn't see
her because of this or that. I got to one that was called Mistress
Heather. She was located in another city, but fit my criteria. She
thought it was interesting and told me to get dressed in my maids
outfit. As I got dressed, she combed out my wig and sat me down to apply
makeup. We had never done this before and she had never seen me like
this, with wig and make up. She tried her best; we laughed, and
generally had a good time. She told me to go make dinner and off I went
in my satin maids outfit, matching black panties and bra, my breast
forms attached, a shaping slip, pantyhose and 5" high heel pumps. I was
in heaven as I made us dinner.
After dinner, she instructed me to clean the kitchen, she wanted it
spotless. She took her wine and left. It took me a while but when I
joined her, she was on my laptop. She closed it quickly and then guided
me back to the kitchen to inspect my work. It was not to her standards
and next I found myself tied up in my closet, bent over with my hands
overhead, being spanked with a paddle. Once happy, she left me there
saying I needed to ponder my work. I could tell she was typing on my
laptop but I didn't really know what she was doing. That night we had
fun, I used the dildos on her and in the end, she masturbated me onto
her tits and made me use my tongue to clean it. I had asked her on so
many occasions to make me eat my own cum, but I had backed out each and
every time. This time was different, she said it with such authority, I
wasn't going to back out!
We continued chatting about my birthday over the next month; we would
look for houses to rent, talked about how many days and such. We were
both excited and had taken the time off of work. We finally decided on a
house that had 3 bedrooms with a great ocean view. The house seemed very
nice and was at the end of the road so it offered some privacy. We
booked it and we were ready!
My wife kept going through my stuff, and I could see she had ordered
some stuff. I would see a package arrive here and there, but she would
tell me they were surprises for our trip. She informed two weeks out
that I would need to wear my chastity device from that day forward and
that she would leave the key at work so there is no temptation. She also
let me know she would pack for me so not to worry. I was trying to offer
suggestions, but she wouldn't let me. That night, she let me have sex
with her, no dildos, no clamps, just man and wife. We sweated and had a
great time. When I was finished, she matter of factly instructed me to
go down and eat her. She had never really asked me to, and I was a
little shocked. Normally, horny, I would love to. I had just cum and my
cum was in there to top it off. But there I went, and I could tell she
enjoyed herself. Once happy and finished, she got out of bed and went to
my toy box. She removed my chastity device, a cb-6000 and started to put
it on. She got the lockout, placed it on and 'click' it went. She said 2
weeks; we will let you in two weeks. I couldn't help to wonder what "We"
meant, perhaps her and I?
The plan was to leave Wednesday afternoon. I was so excited as we loaded
the car and began our two hour journey to the ocean. We arrived at the
office of the landlord and picked up the keys and got instructions. The
lady was very nice and helpful, giving us instructions on great places
to eat and such. When we arrived at the house, we parked and went into
the house. It was as nice as we had seen on the internet. A tad older,
but as you walked in the grand entrance, to your left was a family room
open to the house. In front of you was a dining room and to the left was
a kitchen. A large roof to floor window covered both with a great view
of the ocean. To each end was a door that opened to nice suites, each
with its own bathroom and shower. Each room had a sliding glass door to
a balcony that ran the distance of the house. It was very nice, it
seemed like you had ocean views from everywhere. We went downstairs and
it was darker, the garage was to your right and to your left were two
doors. Before you get to the two doors - you are in the laundry room.
The door on the right was locked; the one on the left was the maid's
quarters as my wife called it. It was a bedroom. A bed, a small bathroom
and that was about it.
I brought the luggage in and we had a glass of wine on the balcony. It
was a great afternoon. We walked down to the beach holding hands and had
a great night. We ate dinner in town, a nice seafood place, and
retreated to our suite. I was still locked in my chastity cage, but I
tried to get risky with my wife who simply said, "Not tonight." That
didn't stop me from continuing to ask, as I played with her. I got on
top of her and said it was time, I was horny and she responded, "Even If
I wanted to, I don't have the key." I rolled off her and looked at her
with a question mark written on my face. I then said it, "What do you
mean you don't have the key?" She smiled and simply said, "Tomorrow, it
will be here tomorrow now go to sleep." I laid down wondering, did she
mail it to herself, something I had told her I wanted to try once? Oh
well, tomorrow will be another day. I had a great night of tease and
denial and my wife went to bed happy. That is how it should be.
The next morning I awoke before my beautiful wife and started the
coffee. She awoke and came into the kitchen for some coffee. We sat and
chatted and decided to take a morning walk on the beach. It was so
peaceful, and as we returned to the path up to our house, she stopped
me. She turned me to face her, looked into my eyes and said, "Do you
love me?" I could see something in her eyes and said, "Yes, I love you
with all my heart." It brought a smile to her face and then she said,
"Do you trust me?" Now I was a little scared. I wasn't sure what to make
of that, but I answered truthfully, "Yes of course." With that she
turned me and we started walking back to the house as she said, "Great.
Let's enjoy our weekend."
I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't hear the "our," I was too excited.
We got upstairs and she told me to run and take a shower, shave all hair
on my face and body, use the oils she left out and to come out with a
robe on when done. I was so excited, I began my journey. Shaving was so
much harder than I thought it would be, I don't know how women do it.
Then again, it was my first time so I had so much to shave. It took
quite a while, but as I was finishing the shower and placing oils on my
body, I was pretty excited. Now I may not be completely passable, but I
am 5'8 and about 150 pounds. So add a corset, a nice wig, and the fact
that my facial hair is sparse to start with, unless we were face to face
in daylight, I wouldn't get a lot of second looks. Well, that depends on
what I am wearing!
As I grabbed my robe, I heard my wife talking to someone so I froze. I
didn't know who it was and I was scared. My wife walked in with her
guest, Andrea. Andrea was a makeup gal that had come to start my
transformation. She was tall, dark hair and probably in her mid 30's.
She was pretty in her own way, and dressed very casually. She had a bag
and a case and she walked right up to me and introduced herself. She had
me sit in a chair and began to remove all of her stuff. She began
washing my wig in the sink and then walked over to begin applying
foundation and other stuff. She was teaching my wife, telling her each
step and why she was doing that. Giving a different cheek bone
appearance, making my nose seem smaller, how to make my eye brows look
thinner, etc. She worked on my face for almost an hour and I hadn't been
able to see myself.
She was done with my face and turned to grab my wig, she placed it on my
head and began to blow dry it. She adjusted it a few times, added some
bobby pins and worked on it for a while. Once she was happy, she showed
my wife her earrings, all clip ons, and my wife said she wasn't sure.
She had to see me dressed first. So they asked me to stand and follow
them to the bedroom. I tried to sneak a glance but they both stopped me
simultaneously. I wanted to say, "Jinx." As we got to the bedroom, my
wife had laid out my clothes. Andrea started with my breast forms,
having applied glue to the back she placed one by one and held them in
place. Once happy she placed my padded bra on and made sure the look was
right. I then added some black shaping panties that were tight and
tucked my chastity device down. By then my wife had lifted my versatile
fashions corset and had loosened it enough. She put it around me and
began to tighten it. Andrea came over and said, "Darling, let me show
you how to do this." Boy did Andrea know how to do this, she tightened
the top and the bottom to the right point and then the middle - ouch, I
couldn't breathe. She added some pantyhose, and a panty with build in
pads. This gave the illusion of a butt and hips. I must say, only
because I have seen this in the past, when the corset is tight and the
shaping panty is on, I do have curves! She placed a slip over me to
cover the corset and such to finish my undergarments.
Now the dress my wife had chosen was a grey dress I bought a few years
ago with a corset accent in the middle. It was made of some stretchy
fabric that made it form fitting. It had sleeves to just past your
elbow but left your neck open. Now one thing I do have is an adam apple
so I was curious what she was going to do at this point. They put the
dress on, and zipped it up the back. I could tell I looked good, and boy
was I excited! I also saw the boots she had out for me. They were one of
my favorites! They were thigh high but they had a fold so you can wear
the top part folded down. They fit me really well and despite the 5"
heel, they had a 1" platform and seemed easy to walk in. I put them on,
zipped them up and stood up feeling like a million bucks.
My wife was staring at me, and I was a little scared. She smiled at me
and said, "Wow, you look so different. You don't look like you in a
dress. I guess that was always my fear. You look, actually, very pretty.
Of course that was my fear to, but wow. Come, follow me to the mirror."
As we approached the bathroom, I was enjoying the walk. Once inside the
bathroom, heels clicking on the floor, I looked up and felt the same
way. After staring at myself for what seemed like an eternity, I turned
to Andrea and said, "Andrea, you are a magician, thank you!" She
laughed and said, "Its what I do, and you made it easy since you had the
right foundation, and you are welcome. Come, lets work on mannerism and
such while your wife gets ready." I followed her out of the suite and
into the family room.
The next hour or so, she had me sit, stand, walk and so much more. She
would offer advice on what to do, and so much more. It was during this
conversation I learned she was born Andre, and had transitioned many
years before. To be honest, I couldn't believe it but was so grateful
for her help! My wife walked into the room at that moment and I turned
to look at her. Now one thing about my wife is she is very conservative,
vanilla in person. No high heels in her closet, no revealing clothes of
any kind. It's in her DNA, she doesn't want anyone to look at her. I
think she is beautiful! She is about 5'3", weighs about 120. She isn't
skinny, but she is just right. She also has C size natural breasts; I
sometimes think they are D. Her long, naturally curly brown hair frames
her face just right. Her lips are luscious in my book. I never asked her
to change her style as it is her style, but there she was standing in
front me like I had never seen her before. She was wearing a tighter
black sheath dress, boots with a small heel which is huge for her, her
hair is done up a bit and so is her makeup. She is wearing pantyhose and
I mean she was a 10+. I went right to her to hug her, and she pushed me
back saying, "I don't want to get wrinkled, or mess up my makeup. Its
late anyways, we have to go."
My wife asked me to come stand by the table in the dining room where she
had jewelry laid out. She started putting earrings to my ear till Andrea
said those are it. She clipped them on, and then proceeded to find
bracelets and such to match. I was still wondering about my adam's apple
but nothing was said. She went right over to Andrea and gave her a hug
and said her thanks. Andrea commented how great my wife looked and came
over and gave me a hug and told me to have fun this weekend and she
would see me again Saturday. I was nervous about where we were going
during the day and what was to come but this was my fantasy so I decided
to let it go. My wife came over and took a collar out of her purse. It
was a steel collar I had never seen in person, but I had seen online. It
opened and shut, it had a screw in one side you had to put on with a
little wrench so it was not coming off easy! The front had a ring to
attach a leash. I was really getting nervous, but when she finished with
the screw which was not easy, I looked in the mirror. A few things
jumped out at me, this collar fit perfect, its not coming off and it
covers my Adam's apple perfectly. But wait, where would we go with this
on?
We got in the car and my wife decided to drive. We drove about an hour
to the airport. I was getting really nervous, but thought to myself,
"Wait, she didn't put suitcases in the car so we wouldn't be flying.
Plus, I don't have an id. Why are we here?" Well she did exit at the
airport and drove into the parking structure. She drove around and found
a spot, a bit far from everyone else. As she got out, I decided to
follow suit. She began, "Our instructions are clear. We are to walk to
the terminal, baggage claim. You are to walk behind me by about 10 steps
at all times. Once in the terminal, you are to stand next to me as I sit
in a chair and wait. Once our Mistress arrives, we will be given further
instructions. The last one on her list was simple, don't ask me any
questions, don't talk to me at this point, just follow orders or your
chastity key 'our Mistress' has will return with her when 'our Mistress'
leaves." I was dumbfounded to say the least. Who was 'our Mistress',
wait why was my wife saying 'our' and why did she have my key? I had so
many questions but remembered this morning when my wife asked me if I
trusted her. Wow, this was far more then I could have imagined! I
decided to trust her and began to follow her towards the terminal.
My wife parked at the farthest possible point so our walk to where the
elevators are was a long one. Our heels clicking the whole way, people
everywhere. I wasn't paying attention, I was far too nervous to look
around. I was too focused on my walking, making sure I took small steps,
following a line, moving the hips. I made sure I was looking at my
wife's butt the whole time, very submissive but it made this easier. We
got to the elevators and pressed the button and waited. When it opened,
it was full and a lot of people walked past us. Of course two men that
were exiting at the end said, "Hello beautiful ladies, you are headed
the wrong way, our car is this way." My wife smiled back at them and
said, "Maybe next time." As I got onto the elevator and it closed, I
looked at my wife and said, "What do you mean, maybe next time, you know
I have no interest in men at all." She just smiled and didn't say a
word. The elevator stopped and out we went across the bridgeway to the
terminal. It was an exciting walk. We arrived to the terminal and had to
take one more elevator down to baggage claim. When we arrived in baggage
claim, she looked at the monitors. She found the one she wanted and off
we went. When we arrived to the baggage claim number she was looking
for, she looked for a seat. She found a row with the end one empty, she
sat there and I stood next to her waiting for what came next. What that
was, I had no idea.
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