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My New Life, a story by Dee Ramone © D. Ramone 2018 My New Life is an erotic novel by D. Ramone featuring themes of chastity and cross-dressing and descriptions of sexually explicit acts which those of a sensitive nature may find not to their tastes. It is not suitable for such readers nor for anyone considered a minor by the authorities in their country of residence. My New Life is entirely a work from Dee Ramone and any similarities to places or people, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The names of all individuals in this story have been changed to protect their identities. My New Life (and how I came to accept it). Part 6 I had been staying at Lisa's place for a week and, as I have related so far, I was spending most of my time dressed in panties, stockings, and an apron, and not much else. Though Lisa did give me a dress to wear for the last couple of days. It was strange, looking back on it, how quickly I was willing to accept things but upon reflection, I guess that I have always had a bit of a submissive streak. I know that in my previous marriage I had let my ex-wife walk all over me. Not in a sexual way, but in day to day things, she always got her own way. I suppose I should have been more assertive, just as I suppose I should be more assertive now. But I have never been one for confrontation in a relationship, rationalizing it as being the gentleman I imagine, and so when Lisa began putting me in chastity, then panties and stockings, I just went along. But the fact was I was kind of enjoying it. No, that's not accurate, I was really enjoying it. I know that being locked in chastity and dressed in women's clothing is not everybody's cup of tea. But for me, it was like crack cocaine. Once I had sampled my first high, I needed to feel it again and again. And Lisa seemed to know just how to give me the highs I needed and to make each one better than the last. Having my body shaved heightened my sensitivity to her touch. Wearing a chastity device allowed her to tease me and also made me dependant on her for my release while also making the sex between us infinitely more intense. And wearing women's clothing and lingerie which was strange and embarrassing to begin with, became arousing as I knew Lisa loved to see me like that and found it hard to resist stroking my bottom and thighs at every opportunity. In truth, I also found wearing stockings and panties arousing in themselves. I love the way the stocking encased my legs, and the way panties cupped my manhood in a soft satin embrace. I don't know if there was some deep-seated desire on my part to cross-dress. I can not recall anything from my past where cross-dressing had ever played a part in my life. All I do know is that once Lisa had introduced me to the joys of cross-dressing, I was hooked. Perhaps it was just cross-dressing while I was with her. I didn't know. But, as our week together drew inexorably to a close, I knew that I would miss dressing up for her. And also miss her touch when I was dressed up. Lisa and I spent a lazy morning in bed on our last day together. It was a Sunday and, as we had planned to go out for lunch, there was nothing to really get up for. So, we stayed in bed, kissing and cuddling and enjoying just being close to one another. This is something that men who don't have chastity as part of their relationships don't seem to understand. When male chastity is introduced into a relationship then the man concentrates more on pleasing their partner. I know that I became more caring and loving towards Lisa. I was more attentive to her needs and more considerate towards her desires. Lisa, like most women, liked to be loved. Now that doesn't mean that she likes being made love to all the time. Yes, sex is a big part of our relationship but being loved means being kissed, cuddled, touched and sometimes just held in my arms. And once male chastity is part of a relationship, then sex is no longer the priority and there is a closer and more intense bond formed between a couple. When we finally managed to drag ourselves out of bed that Sunday we showered together and dried each other off. As was now becoming part of our routine, Lisa picked out underwear for both of us. Lisa selected black stockings, bra, panties, and suspender belt for herself and smoky grey stockings and silver-grey panties with a black lace trim for me. There was also a matching chemise and, as the stockings were not the hold-up type, Lisa gave me a suspender belt also. I have to admit that I was a little reluctant about wearing the chemise, in case it might show under my shirt. But Lisa dismissed my fears by saying that if I wore a jacket over my shirt then nobody would see it. Strangely I didn't mention anything about wearing a suspender belt for the first time. If anything, it just seemed like a natural progression from everything Lisa had given me to wear up until that point. Lisa did have to show me how to put the suspender belt on. How I should fasten it at the front first then spin it around my body until it was correctly positioned. There were six suspender straps which, as Lisa showered me, had to be placed under the waistband of my panties. Once these had been clipped to my stockings and the straps adjusted for tension, Lisa had me model them for her. Several times she had me turn around in front of her and several times she stroked my legs and bottom, on the pretext of adjusting things you understand, before she was happy with my appearance. Lisa also had me go up on my toes and walk around the bedroom for a while. After which she simply mused, "we really have to get you some heels. Your legs and bottom are going to look much nicer with you in heel." "Do you really think so?" was all I asked, looking over my shoulder at my reflection in the bedroom mirror. I suppose I should have felt insulted, my manhood and masculinity having just been called into question, but I didn't. Rather I felt somewhat pleased that Lisa thought that I had nice legs. And she was right, when I went up on my toes my bottom seemed to lift and was noticeably rounder while my calves and thighs were shapelier. I know, any self-respecting man would have been out of there. In fact, any self-respecting man wouldn't have allowed Lisa to dress him in stocking and panties in the first place. Well, all I could say to that was to hell with self-respect. I loved the feel of the stockings on my legs, loved the caress of the satin panties around my bottom, and loved the gentle tug of the suspender straps against my thighs as I walked. And anything that felt that good could not be bad. Besides, what we were doing was between us, and just us, so the rest of the world could go and whistle. I put on some jeans and a checked shirt over my lingerie with a sports jacket over that. Checking myself out in the mirror I saw that Lisa had been right, you couldn't tell what I was wearing under my street clothes. But Lisa caught a strange look on my face as I checked myself out. She asked what was wrong. All I could tell her was that I felt it was a shame to cover up such nice lingerie with jeans. Lisa gave me a reassuring kiss on the cheek and smiling said, "don't worry darling you can put your skirt on when we get back." Then she walked her fingers over my stomach, adding, "but go steady on the pudding darling, there's nothing less attractive than a roll of fat hanging over a nice skirt, and I don't want a fat lover." On the way to the restaurant, Lisa made a point of resting her hand on my thigh. Right where the small stud of the suspender tab projected through my jeans. She was very nonchalant about, never saying anything about it or drawing attention to it. But during the whole drive to the restaurant, her hand rested on it and her fingers traced a line on my jeans directly over where the suspender strap was. During the meal, we talked about how much we had enjoyed our week together and about her coming down to see me the following weekend. That was when she gently placed her stocking foot between my thighs and began playing footie with my caged manhood under the table. Lisa leaned over the table whispering to me, "I want to make love to you one more time before you head back." "You don't have to ask me twice," I tried to joke, even while her foot and the plastic prison around my shaft was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. "Mmmm," Lisa cooed dreamily as she pressed her toes into my crotch. "I really want to feel my girlfriend inside on me once more before you go." I very nearly snapped my neck checking the tables around us to see if anyone had heard what Lisa had said. But Lisa just giggled. "Nobody cares darling," she said softly. She gave me a reassuring smile adding, "stop being so self-conscious. Just relax and go with the flow. It's much more fun that way." I suppose Lisa was right. Nobody in the restaurant was paying the slightest bit of notice to us. Just like nobody had paid any notice any of the other times we had been out with me wearing lingerie under my clothes. And I suppose she was right about something else, I was a bit uptight about things at times. I just had to learn to relax as Lisa said. The drive back to Lisa's house seemed to be twice as long as the drive to the restaurant, and longer again for me as I knew what awaited at the end of it. "David darling," Lisa cooed as we drove, "when we get home I want you to take off all your nasty male clothes as soon as we get in." She shuttled closer towards me and whispered in my ear, "in fact I never want to see you in male clothes again in my house." "But why?" I asked stunned. "And what if there is work to do around the house?" "Why?" Lisa echoed why question. "Because I want you to be my girlfriend all the time. My submissive little girlfriend with that little something extra." "Why do I have to be a 'submissive girlfriend'?" "Oh, David darling," Lisa said stroking my cheek. "I guessed you were submissive from your emails and when we spoke on the phone. And every time we got together you just confirmed it. But this week I decided to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and I needed to see just how submissive you really were." "So what does all of it mean? And where exactly do you intend going with all of this?" "What it all means is that we are going to have so much fun together. So much sexually satisfying and rewarding fun that you will want to live your life always as my girlfriend," Lisa smiled seductively. "As to how far we take it and where we go with it, that we will just have to wait and see. But, for me, I want to have you as my girlfriend always, my male lesbian girlfriend if you like. I want to wake up with you in my arms in the morning and feel your beautiful smooth body next to mine as we go to sleep at night." "I'd like that too Lisa," I admitted truthfully. "But I am not sure I fully understand the male lesbian part." "I know David darling. It's hard to explain, but give it time and you will understand," Lisa said, but then she sat back and pulled her face a little as she hummed something. "I was just thinking," she said after a moment. "I can't keep calling you David if you are my girlfriend, can I?" "Why not?" "Well it's not very feminine now is it," Lisa mused. "I think that from now on I should just call you Dee. That way at home you will be Dee, my lover, and girlfriend. And if I call you Dee outside people will just think it's "D", short for David. That way only we will know what Dee means." "I suppose that would be all right," I agreed. Knowing full well Lisa was going to be calling me Dee all the time from then on, no matter what I said. She had a habit of teasing me with things like that in front of other people. Especially in front of other people. Once we got back to Lisa's place I was required to strip off my male clothes as soon as we walked through the door. Lisa, still fully dressed, held her hand out to me and lead the way upstairs to the bedroom. The very second we entered the bedroom, Lisa wrapped her arms around my neck and planted the most passionate kiss on my lips. I responded in kind, pressing my lips to hers, opening my mouth as her tongue probed mine. My hands were all over her, stroking her back, grabbing her warm, round bottom just as she was grabbing my bottom. Her hips pressed into my loins, and I could feel the heat building between her thighs. But then Lisa stepped back for a moment. Her arms were draped over my shoulders as she looked deep into my eyes. No words were spoken, none were needed. We both knew our roles at that moment. I slowly fell to my knees in front of my Goddess Lisa. As I did, I saw a soft, sweet smile cross her lips. Ever so carefully I reached behind her and unfastened her skirt before slipping it down over her hips and, holding it open so that she might step out of it. Almost at once I breathed in the sweet-musky fragrance of her arousal. "Place your hands behind you back Dee my darling," she cooed above me. "I want you to take my panties off using just your mouth." "Yes Miss Lisa," I replied, staring up at her and admiring her mature beauty. She was wearing dark stockings, held up by a four-clip suspender belt and over these she had high-waisted bikini briefs. Still in her high heels, Lisa seemed to tower over me. I felt small, tiny and insignificant even, as I knelt before her. I think that, at that moment like never before, I truly understood the depth of my submission to her. Over the course of the week, I had allowed Lisa to dress me, spank me, and confine me in a chastity cage. I had become her slave, but her willing and enthusiastic slave that would do anything for his goddess. I loved and adored her, venerated her above all women. And my only purpose in life from then on was to please her in whatever way she demanded of me. Lisa didn't have to say it, nor did I admit openly my thoughts. But, kneeling before her, and her looking down at me with that knowing smile playing on her lips, we both knew our roles in life: and our positions in this relationship. As she had asked I placed my hands behind my back. I laced my fingers together then, very carefully, leaned in closer to her. My tongue snaked out, attempting to hook the waistband of her panties while at the same time trying to catch hold of it with my lips. As I did I felt Lisa's fingers gently toying with my hair. I turned my head first one way, then the other in my efforts to tug her elastic waistband out far enough to hold it with my lips. But the elastic was too strong, too elastic if you like, and repeatedly sprung free from my pathetic grasp. I heard Lisa giggling softly above me. "If you don't want to make love Dee darling that's ok," she teased. "But I really want to feel that tongue of yours between my legs, so, you better get my pantie off or your cage stays on. You chose." Hearing that I redoubled my efforts. No longer did I just rely upon snagging her waistband in my lips, I tried to hook it between my teeth. That brought a sharp warning from Lisa of what might happen should I bite her or even click the material of her pantie. But, by being very meticulous and cautious in my actions, I was able to slowly draw her panties down over her hips. At one point I had to shuffle around on my knees. Getting behind Lisa so that I could pull her panties down over her shapely bottom. Once I had uncovered Lisa's bottom she lightly thrust it out towards me. She didn't need to say anything, I knew what was required of me and I leaned in and began kissing the firm round cheeks of her rear. Lisa moaned softly as my lips pressed to the flesh of her bottom. Then, as I traced a line with my tongue where her thigh joined her rear, I hear Lisa coo with delight. I saw her blouse being cast aside as she pressed her butt cheeks back towards me and I began kissing and licking every inch of their firm, sensitive roundness. There was a little trick I had learned being with Lisa. It was to generously lick her most sensitive areas, lick them repeatedly until they were really wet. Then, pulling my head back just a fraction, I would softly blow over the wet area. This would raise Goosebumps on her flesh, a moan from her throat, and a shudder from her body. Lisa loved when I did that to her and, knowing that I did it all the more. After some prolonged efforts, and much licking her delightful bottom and thighs, I finally managed to get her panties off. "Oh sweetheart," Lisa cooed above me as I sat back on my heels offering my goddess the panties I held between my lips. "That was very good of you, and some very nice distractions, I might add." She took her panties and tossed them on the chair next to her dresser where her blouse and skirt were already. For a moment she looked thoughtfully down at me then said. "Dee darling. I am going to trust you with this but, I want your word of honor. Your word as a gentleman, as my lover, and as my slave: if you really want to be my slave that is." I went to speak but Lisa pressed her finger to my lips, shushing me before I could say anything. "I want you to make love to me," she said softly. "I want you to worship me with every part of your body and soul. And to do that I will remove that nasty cage from around your penis. But, and this a big but. As you will be free to worship me, and your hands will be free also, I want you to promise that after, after you have shown how you can worship your mistress like a devoted slave, I want you to promise to lock your cock up again without a word of protest or complaint. In fact, if you truly love and worship me, you will ask me to lock you up again." My mind was in a spin. Yes, I wanted to make love to her. And yes, I wanted to feel my penis free of the cage so that it could grow and be inside of her. But then to ask her to cage me again afterward was scary. Even so, and with my brain fogged by all the conflicting emotions Lisa was subjecting me to, I heard myself speaking. "Please Miss Lisa," the voice, my voice said without the words being formed in my head. "Please, will you unlock me, so that I might worship you with all my body. Then please lock me up after, so that I might show you my devotion." "Very well then Dee," Lisa smiled down at me. "Turn the bed down and lay down. You can wait for me while I get the key." With that Lisa left for a few moments while turned down the covers and climbed into bed. Less than a minute later she returned, key in hand and a beaming smile on her face. We were both dressed alike, stockings and suspenders, and nothing else. It was something we both loved, the feel of our stocking covered legs rubbing together as we played with each other's body. And now, as Lisa climbed into bed and sat astride my legs, it was going to feel even better because she was going to unlock my cage. Yet, even as Lisa fitted the key into the lock and turned it, a little voice in my head was telling me that this was not about my pleasure. Lisa was my goddess, my mistress, and all. Even with my penis free of the cage, my pleasure was secondary to hers and my first thought, my only thought, should be to worship her as a goddess deserved. We lay down together, embracing each other as our lips pressed together in a deep, passionate kiss. My arms went around her, one holding her close to me while the other began stroking her bottom and tights. Her hands were holding my head, one on each cheek as her tongue darted into my mouth. For a long while, our tongues danced together between our mouths. They, wrestled between our lips, tickled each other, and twisted around each other like two snakes in a mating dance. My right leg found it's way between Lisa's thighs, parting them gently. Then she thrust her hot sex against my stocking cover leg and began rocking her hips and, on a whim, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands, squeezing them and pulling them apart while gently touching a finger to her anus. Lisa was surprised by my finger at her anus. She broke our kiss as she suddenly took a sharp intake of air. Lifting up she stared at me, her whole body clenched and a shudder ran through her. But, as my finger began to gently stroke and tickle her anus, and the surrounding buttocks, she seemed to relax and melt into me. For a time, Lisa lay on top of me, her lips pressed to mine, her breasts squashed against my chest. Her right leg was between mine and my right leg between hers as her sex was rubbed back and forth against my thigh while her hips tenderly trapped my engorged penis between our bodies. Lisa began rolling her hips, rubbing her sex on my thigh while also rubbing my penis between our bodies. Then she suddenly rolled over and pulled me atop of her. Our legs were still entwined and our bodies still meshed together. But then, with me on top, Lisa reached down and grabbed my buttocks as I had done to her. She parted them roughly, grabbing handfuls of my flesh as she pulled my buttocks apart. Her finger pressed to my anus but, unlike where I had stopped and just played with her rear button, Lisa's finger slipped right inside with a suddenness that surprised both of us. It was my turn to draw in a sharp breath. My turn to feel a shudder ripple through my body. But rather than clench up as Lisa had done, I nearly came at the feel of her finger penetrating me. My body began to spasm as I moaned in ecstasy. And it took all of my willpower to hold back from coming all over my goddess. Lisa lay still for a moment as I tried to regain some composure. I was supporting myself on my elbows, eyes tight shut and breathing deeply as I fought back the compulsion to cum. Lisa's finger was still part way in my anus, but she held it still while I regained control of myself. When next I opened my eyes, she was smiling up at me. "Will that's good to know," she said nearly giggling. "What's good to know?" I asked. "That," she smiled at me as she pushed her finger deeper into my rear and gave a little twist. Again, I felt a wave of ecstasy wash over me as Lisa thrust her finger deep into my rear. "You know Dee," Lisa said as she continued to work her finger in and out of my anus with a slow yet deliberate rhythm. "Some men are lucky and get a real thrill out of having their bottoms penetrated. And I think you are one of the lucky ones." "I'm not gay," I protested. "And I've never done anything like that." "I never said you were sweetheart," Lisa cooed. "But it's nice to know that you get a thrill out of being played with there. It's something we will have to explore together." I was a little afraid of the idea and began to pull away from the beautiful woman holding me. Lisa pulled her finger out of my anus and wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me close to her. "Just relax sweetheart. I'm not going to do anything you don't like. But I really think that if we are to be together then we owe it to ourselves to explore every sexual avenue." "But please Miss Lisa," I said, sounding like a wimpy child. "I'm not like that. I never done anything like that and that's the first time anything has ever been put up there." "Then how do you know it's wrong or that you don't like it?" Lisa asked. "Well it's just, I mean, you know, it's," Lisa switched places again, rolling me over so that was again on top. She spread her legs, sitting astride my hips as she kissed me deeply. I felt her wriggle her hips a little so that her sex was pressed down on my penis which was, in turn, pressed down on my groin. "It's all right sweetheart," cooed softly as she positioned herself. "I'm not going to force you to do it but, from the way you reacted before, I think you might like it." She began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing herself and me also as she did. She leaned forward and kissed me gently. "I know there are so many things new to you darling. So many things you've been missing out on. And me also. I wish I'd met you ten years ago. Instead of wasting my time on, well you know on what. You're so willing to truly give yourself to me. And I love you for that." "And you want to do that to me, you know, that," I asked. "Perhaps," Lisa smiled sweetly. "But right now," she paused then, rocking her hips forwards and lifting up just a fraction, she allowed my penis to stand up between us. Then, as if all part of the one pleasurable motion, she tilted her hips and sank down onto my penis until she had fully impaled herself. "I want to feel you deep inside of me." The hot wetness of her sex wrapped around my manhood and I felt her muscles tighten as she rocked her hips atop of me. We kissed. Deeply, passionately kissed as we clung to one another for fear of the moment ending. I felt the climax building within my loins while at the same moment hearing Lisa's breath becoming ragged and uneven. "Don't cum till I tell you," Lisa gasped between kissing me. Her hips pressed down hard on my manhood before raising till I nearly fell out, only to press down harder and faster than before. "Fill me sweetheart, fill me up with your cock but don't cum." Lisa broke away from my embrace as she sat up, her hands on my chest and her eyes pressed tight closed. She bit her bottom lips as she pumped her hips frantically. Her vagina had never felt as tight as it was right then. It was tight to the point where it felt almost painful as she pumped her hips with a wild recklessness I had never seen in any woman. "Don't you cum slave. Don't you dare cum," Lisa gasped breathlessly as she pumped her hips faster still. I felt her nails clawing at my chest. And I was desperately trying to hold myself back. My head was swimming and I tried to control my breathing for fear of coming too soon. Lisa took hold of my wrists, leaning forwards as she placed them either side of my head. She kissed me and, as she pressed her lips feverishly against mine, she released my wrists, reached under my shoulders and took hold of my wrists again. In this way she effectively pinned my arms to the bed, holding me down as she pumped her sex up and down on my shaft. Her grip on my wrists got tighter. She began pulling my arms down till my hands were nearly touching my shoulders. Her hips continued to thrust frantically but it felt like her body was curling up on top of me. "I'm going to cum slave," she gasped loudly. "I'm going to cum. Cum for me now slave, cum now." And I did. I exploded inside of her hot sex, unable to hold myself back any longer. My hips thrust up off the bed, meeting Lisa as she thrust downward. Spasms racked our bodies as wave after ecstatic wave washed over us. Time and again Lisa orgasmed. She'd pump her hips frenziedly a few times, milking me of every last drop of cum, then she'd be overtaken by another orgasm that gripped her body causing every muscle to tighten and sending tremors through her entire being. But, as the tremors subsided, she would pump her hips again and push herself to yet another new orgasmic high. In the end, Lisa simply rolled off me and lay limp at my side. I had heard the term "La petite mort" before but, until that day with Lisa, I had never seen it. Her body was limp, her breathing appeared to have stopped and her skin was as white as porcelain. Several times I called her, but she did not stir. I even lifted her arm only to see it fall back to the bed, lifeless. Lisa was like that for only a few seconds, yet it felt longer, much longer. When she did come around it was with a soft sigh and the sweetest smile on her lips. Her eye flickered open and she looked at me with more love in her gentle expression than I think any woman was capable of. "Are you ok?" "Mmmm, better than that darling." "You passed out or something." "Mmmm, it was that nice." "You sure you're ok?" "A drink would be nice darling but, mmmm, yes." I got out of bed, slipped on the slippers with low heels that Lisa had given me and went downstairs. A short time later I came back carrying two glasses of sparkling wine and some strawberries. We had planned on having the strawberries later before I left but Lisa looked like she needed something just then. For the remainder of the day, I fed her strawberries and worshiped her body. I kissed every inch of her. From her eyelids to her nose, to her mouth. I kissed her neck and ear, her shoulders and breasts. Sometimes I would dip a strawberry in wine and let it drip on her tummy so that I could spend extra time licking and suck and kissing her there. I stripped off her stocking and suspenders, kissing every tiny inch of newly exposed flesh till she was naked. I tipped a little wine over her toes and delighted in hearing her giggle as I sucked it off again. I don't know how long I spent worshiping Lisa but it was fully dark outside by the time we made long, slow, passionate love again. In the end, we were both exhausted. And, for a long time, we just lay together in each other's arms. "I hate this my goddess," I said at last. "But I really think I need to get a shower and then I am going to have to go." "What if I don't want you to go slave?" Lisa said forcing a smile. "I wish I could stay," I said earnestly. "But while I work at home I'm still expected to show my face at some meetings. And I've got a meeting tomorrow." "Is that the only reason you're going?" Lisa asked. I saw a tear in her eye and it made me feel guilty. "Please Lisa," I said holding her as I kissed her cheek. "You are my everything, my goddess my mistress. I am only going because I have to work." I attempted to cheer her up by saying. "Look goddess why don't we have a shower, together so I might wash your beautiful body one last time before I go. Then, I want you to lock your chastity cage onto me again so that you know I belong to you." Lisa pulled back a little and looked directly into my eyes. "Do you really mean that sweetheart," she asked softly. "Do you really, honestly want me to lock you up again. You are free of it right now and I don't think I could force you to wear it. So think hard sweetheart, if I lock it back on you might never get another chance to be free of it." I took both her hands in mine and looked back into those deep pools of her eyes. "Goddess, mistress, please lock me back in your chastity cage so that I might be your slave forever." Whatever dark clouds there had been in Lisa's mind lifted as I said that. She kissed me lovingly then embraced me, whispering in my ear. "Very well slave. I will lock you up and you shall be a slave to a cruel mistress." With that, she took my hand and we went to shower together. Afterward, Lisa, had me shave my genital area again then she checked that my time in chastity had left no ill effects. Happy that everything was satisfactory in that department, Lisa slipped the ring behind my balls and then slid the tube over my shaft. Once the pins were located and the tube fully seated in place, she placed the lock into locking post and, looking up at me with a smile on her lips, snapped it closed. "Thank you mistress," I said softly, which caused Lisa to give me a quizzical look. "Thank you for locking me in your chastity cage and accepting the gift of my erections." "You do realize that I own you now don't you Dee," Lisa said a slow deliberate manner. "Yes mistress," I replied happily. "You are my goddess and I give myself to you freely." Lisa stood up and was all business-like. "Very well slave. Let's get you dressed to go home and before you go I have a few instructions for you." She walked out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom calling out her instructions as she went. I followed behind trying to remember everything she said while all the time being distracted by the sight of her beautiful rolling bottom as she walked before me. "From now on you will only wear stocking, suspenders, and panties, is that understood." "Yes mistress." "When you get back to your house the first thing you will do is throw out all your nasty male underwear, clear." "Yes mistress." "Now I bought you some nice things for while you are here but you will have to buy more to keep at your house. Not that there is anything stopping you buy them and bring them with you when you come here." "I will mistress." "In fact, I think it will be good for you to buy some nice things to wear. Things that will make you look pretty for me and show me how happy you are to be my slave." "Yes mistress." Lisa stopped suddenly and turn to face me. "You are happy to be my slave, aren't you David?" I could see Lisa was near to tears again. I stepped up to her, giving her a reassuring hug. "Lisa. I am your slave now and you are my mistress. I don't know if I fully understand yet what that means and I don't know if I will like everything you want to do with me. All I know is that I love you more than anything and, if you want me to as your slave, and being your slave is what I have to do to be with you. Then I am happy to be your slave, come what may." "You mean that honestly?" Lisa asked. "It's as true as I am riding this bike." Lisa reached down and gave my bum a sharp smack. "Stop mucking around David." "Sorry mistress," I said solemnly. "But yes, I really mean every word. I am your slave and you are my one and only mistress." To be continued.