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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 7 Waking up and stretching my limps, I still tired for my long drive home after a wonderful, and certainly different week with Lisa. It was strange, she was up in Scotland and I was over a hundred miles away yet, I had put on the little black baby-doll nighty and the tiny g- string panties she had given me to wear. And honestly, feeling the delicate, soft satin material brushing sensually around my body gave me a beautiful thrill. I began to get hard inside the tight embrace of the chastity cage still locked onto me, reminding me that, even though Lisa was miles away, she very much controlled me. Swinging my legs out of bed I paused for a moment to check them. There was still no sign of hair regrowth but, in any case, I had a supply of hair remover and the scented body scrub Lisa had given me. I would have to get some more, I noted to myself, both bottles were nearly empty. After a shower, where I used almost half of the body scrub that was left, I shaved. After rinsing my face, I applied a second lather and shaved again realizing halfway through my second shave that it was something Lisa had insisted I do so that I was really smooth for her. But, even though Lisa was miles away, I shaved a second time just for her. Back in the bedroom, I went to my case, which was still packed from my stay with my goddess Lisa. She had given me an extra pair of stockings for today, along with a suspender belt and pantie. I was to wear these for the day, at least until I could get to a lingerie shop and buy some more. Lisa had made sure I was correctly dressed before I drove home. And she had asked me, no told me, ordered me, in fact, to wear a fresh pair of stockings every day. Along with the stockings I must also ensure I had clean panties and suspender belt unless I had bought hold- ups that is. I was also ordered to get myself some nighties and, something that really worried me, a pair of mules for around the house, with two-inch heels, and a pair of court shoes with at least three-inch heel. "You've got such a lovely bum," Lisa had told me as we parted. "Get some heel and you'll see just how lovely your bum can be. Practice walking in them as much as possible. I want to see you in them when I come down next week. And I want you to be able to walk in them." This was all getting a bit much, I thought as I fastened my tie and checked myself in the mirror. The suspender studs didn't show through my pants and, even if I wasn't wearing socks, the stockings were dark enough and my trousers long enough, that you really couldn't tell what I had on. I made one last check before pulling on my jacket and was happy to see that my tight panties were doing a good job of keeping my chastity cage reasonable well hidden. I genuinely didn't know how I was going to handle a week away from Lisa. I especially didn't know how I was going to make it through the week in chastity without so much as being able to hold her as I went to sleep at night. Driving to the office for our monthly meeting I endeavored to push aside thoughts of stocking and pantie, of Lisa, and of chastity. But it was hard not to think about them when you were acutely aware of wearing them. At least at the meeting, nobody would notice. I would sit at the boardroom table in some overstuffed leather chair and, like everyone else there, try and stay awake while Harry Ansley, the walking snooze machine from accounts droned on about how well we did last month: and how that fitted in with last quarters projections. Then Martin Entgood from sales would strive pathetically to fire everyone up with his latest buzz-words and his blue-bloody-sky-thinking-out-side-of-the- bloody-box. The guy would have more luck trying to start a fire in an asbestos factory. We were a small imprint house, we translated books and instruction manuals. Our work was as exciting as watching paint dry. There would be about thirty people there, thirty crammed into that little boardroom built for twelve, fourteen max. There would be the usual twenty-four, from all parts of the company and that few people there definitely knew what they did. And six actual worker bees, six people that did the translations, and I was one of them. So, no doubt the meeting would go as it always did. Forty-five percent of the time trying not to fall asleep, forty-five percent wishing Ent- bloody-wood would choke on one of his buzz-words, five percent, on drinking tea, and five percent getting our assignments for the next month. I arrived at nine thirty. After parking my car, I felt particularly odd as I walked towards the small office building. I knew that nobody could see what I was wearing under my street clothes yet I felt as if everyone was watching me while I walked. After signing in I was told I could go straight up. Not likely I thought. The meeting didn't start till ten and thirty minutes in the presence of the suits, and Ent- bloody-wood was more than any sane person could stand. Sadly, the office wasn't very big, and there were few places one could hide. Which is why I easily spotted Elaine Chapman sneaking toward the fire exit. She saw me, smiled then, as she opened the door, she nodded her head and placing two fingers to her lips, motioned she was sneaking out for a cigarette. I had always liked Elaine, ever since she had started with the company. She was funny and, more often than not, too honest for her own good. She was also one of the few people at the office that I really got on with. Mind you, as we translators mostly worked from home, we didn't see that much of each other. But Elaine would often ring me up if she was having some difficulties with phrasing. Also, with me being on my own, Elaine had several times invited me round for dinner with her and her husband. And sometimes with a friend of hers that just happened to be single also. I sometimes got the feeling that Elaine viewed herself as a matchmaker and me as her "special project". Apart from that, she was a pretty good friend. We had very nearly escaped for a while when I heard Hoskins huffing and puffing towards us as fast as his bad hip and walking stick would allow. I was not really sure how you should address Hoskins, was it, doctor or professor. Then again it might have been Dean as he was the head of one of the colleges at the university. Hoskins only did translations for some money on the side of his already sizeable income from lecturing in Scandinavian languages. "Hold on there," Hoskins puffed as he came shambling towards us. "Can't move as fast as I used to." Then, when he had joined us outside he looked us both in the eyes and gave a rather demanding "Well?" For a moment I was unsure what he meant so replied with a friendly, "Very well thank you. And yourself." "No, no, no. I'm not enquiring after your health," Hoskins tutted at me. He could do that you know, make an entire sentence sound like one very long disapproving tut. "Well?" Hoskins repeated more sharply than before. "A good question," Elaine smiled sweetly at the old professor. "But would you mind expanding on it." "I mean well, what have you heard?" Hoskins went on. "What's all the hubbub about?" "Didn't know there was any hubbub," I said shrugging my shoulders. "Me neither," Elaine said before sucking on the cigarette between her lips. "Well you two aren't any use to me," Hoskins snorted before turning and hobbling off the way he had come. I looked directly into Elaine's eyes and, doing my best Hoskins impression, "Well? Hubbub?" Elaine blew the smoke out off the corner of her lips and said, "Don't you start. I've heard nothing. Mind you I did see Sir William's Rolls Royce pull up earlier. "Sir William's here," I muttered, more to myself than anyone. "Now what could bring him all the way up from London. Curiouser and curiouser." "You don't think they are going to close us down. I need this job," Elaine said seriously. "No," I smiled. "Besides, Sir William has a big publishing empire to run. We are but a little imprint house on the edge of his vast domain. Anyway, we're just sub-contractors really so they would just fire us by text." "Cheerful soul aren't you," Elaine said between puffs of smoke. A thought took her and she stared at me. "Just changing the subject but, Well?" "Well what? Or should I say, what now?" "You were off last week, you got a clean shirt on, a nice tie and you've shaved closer than I have even you do, and you smell nice. So, who is she?" Oh Elaine, if only you knew the truth of it, I thought. "What, just because I clean myself up and dress neatly you think there's a woman involved?" "Yes. Well no. One of the secretaries told me," Elaine confessed. "Oh. I never knew I was the latest office gossip," I said. "Well, you are, so what's she like? Are we going to get to meet her sometime soon?" "Interesting. And we'll see." I replied in answer to her two questions. "Anyway, we had better go up and find out what all the "hubbub" is about." We took a slow walk up the stairs to the third floor. That way we could avoid all the suits from London that were jamming themselves into the elevator. By the time we had reached our destination, everyone was beginning to file into the boardroom. We tagged on to the end of the queue of people and somehow managed to shoehorn ourselves into the too small boardroom. The meeting differed from the usual format in several ways. Rather than the usual boring last month's performance report. We got a quick briefing on the sales figures that was followed by one of the London suits getting up to make the big announcement. "Well folks," the suit began. "I guess you are all wondering about Sir William's visit today. Firstly, let me put your minds at ease. There are no plans to close down Gilberts Imprint. Rather we have plans to expand the company." That's a relief, I thought, giving Elaine a brief glance. The suit went on. "Recently, Sir William bought a small publishing house in Italy. He also bought their entire back catalogue. There is to be a press release today from head office in London to that effect. But, the important thing is that the back catalogue has over three thousand titles in it and we hope to release at least ten titles a month onto the UK, Australian, Canadian and American markets. Now this is going to mean a lot of extra work for some of you here, particularly," he held up a sheet of paper reading off three names, Elaine's and mine included. "Now you three will have to carry most of the load until we can recruit extra talent. However, we are sure that you are up to the task." A murmur of went around the room and the usual sycophants congratulated Sir William on yet another excellent acquisition. "Now I am sure you all want to know the details," the suit said after the murmur had died down a bit. "A full info sheet is being prepared for you all. But, and this is the important thing, you will find the new work quite different from what you have been doing in the past. Gone are the boring old technical manuals and the like. From now on you will be translating some of the best French, Italian and Spanish, how shall I put it, adult novels." There was a sudden crash from the far side of the room and, I think, Hoskins fell off his walking stick. "Excuse me," Elaine said holding up her hand. "Do you mean porn?" "No," said the suit with a beaming smile. "We would term it erotica, good quality and well written. Some of the finest European erotica from the past twenty years from the very finest adult authors in France, Italy, and Spain." "So porn then," Elaine insisted. "Is that going to cause you a problem miss, miss errr," Sir William asked twisting around in his chair to face Elaine. "Parcell," Elaine said. "Mrs. Elaine Parcell. And no, it's not a problem it's just I am surprised." Sir William didn't reply, but rather he turned away from Elaine and back to the talking suit standing up front. With a simple nod from Sir William, the suit began talking again. "Naturally, this new acquisition is, shall we say, a little outside of the mainstream. And that is why Sir William has decided to place the whole of the catalogue under the Gilberts Imprint. Obviously, this will mean a lot more work and, something I am sure you will all appreciate, new contracts with commensurate remuneration." That at least got a round of applause from the meeting. For the next two hours, there was much talk about how this was going to be a big new start for Gilberts, and a big opportunity for us worker bees. There was much glad-handing and congratulations of Sir William until finally he, and his small group of inner yes-men, withdrew. No doubt they had several bottles of champagne to slaughter. Elaine came over to me, she appeared a little flushed and her cheeks were slightly red. "Well now that's a turn-up," she said smiling. "Not exactly what I had been expecting," I smiled at her. "It's going to a bit different from translating the user manual for a twenty-four station CNC capstan turning machine tool." "I have absolutely no idea what any of that is," Elaine giggled. "Still, it might be fun." "Fun?" I said looking at Elaine more closely. "I had no idea. But then they say it's always the quiet ones." Elaine laughed. "You must be forgetting David. It was women that wrote both Fifty Shads and The Story of O." "And don't tell me," I laughed. "You've read both of them." "More than once," Elaine said with a little smirk. "Perhaps you should read them. Might give you some ideas to try out for your new girlfriend." I must have been blushing then as I felt the heat building in my cheeks. I also became acutely aware of my chastity cage and the panties holding it to my body. "Well, well, well," Elaine smiled seductively. "Aren't you the dark horse." An embarrassed laugh escaped my lungs. "What?" I said. "You know," Elaine smiled. "Like you said, "it's always the quiet one"." "Arh forget it," I said waving my hand dismissively. "As much as I'd love to stand here all day exchanging flirty little comments, I've got things to do." We walked off together and collected our assignments for the month before heading down to the front door. It was then that an abrupt realization came to me. And, as Elaine was the only other person there. It seemed like a good idea to ask her. "Elaine," I said slowly. My cheeks reddening again. "Do you know somewhere to buy, well, you know, underthing's." For a moment Elaine looked at me puzzled. Then it dawned on her what I was asking. "You mean lingerie," she said with a wide grin. "Want to buy your lady something really nice. Or is it something more, risqu? that you're after." "Just something nice," I said, blushing furiously and feeling more self-conscious than ever. Elaine thought for a second then said. "I know just the place," she grinned. With that, she looped her arm into mine and began to drag me with her as she set off towards the shops. "You know David. You've inspired me. I could do with a few things myself." She held up her briefcase adding. "And after this lot, I might need a lot more. If nothing else it will give him indoors a treat." "It's all right Elaine," I tried to protest. "You don't have to come with me. Just tell me where it is." "Not likely," she smiled. "I want to see what you get your lady friend. I know what you men are like. You don't know a thing about sizes or how to coordinate. Everything him indoors bought me I've had to take back to change. Why is it that you men think all women wear knickers the size of an atom?" Very quickly I realized that protesting was going to be useless. Elaine was young, perhaps mid to late twenties. She was very intelligent if a little old fashioned in her thinking and, as I was discovering, she had a very mischievous side to her nature. At another time, in another place, I would have been overjoyed to have a beautiful young blonde on my arm. But then, being dragged towards a lingerie store, while myself wearing lingerie, I felt more than a bit uncomfortable. In truth, I felt downright scared. Elaine led the way into town, past the carpark where I had left my car, and where I wanted to run to for fear that she might discover my secret. Then she walked us towards the main shopping center and for a minute I thought she was going head towards the big mall. But she turned away and headed towards an older art-deco arcade. "You can get some nice things in the big department stores," Elaine said as she hauled me towards the store. "But, most of their stuff is a bit on the cheap side. Now, if you want the good stuff, and I assume you want to get your lady friend good stuff, then I am taking you to the best place in town." We stepped into the arcade, past a rare record shop and a small store selling second-hand VCR's. At the rear of the arcade was a store called "Intermit Moments". "Here we go," Elaine said proudly as she made directly for the door. Moments later I standing in the center of the largest collection of lingerie, corsetry, and negligees imaginable. There was every color and every type of material. From white silk to pink and red satin to black wet-look PVC. I didn't know it I felt like a kid in the candy store or a deer in the headlights. Where was I supposed to begin, what was I supposed to say. And it didn't help that Elaine was standing there asking what I thought my "lady-friend" might like. "I was thinking," I said to Elaine nervously, "Perhaps some stockings and suspender belts." "Oh, they are this way," Elaine said merrily. She pulled me towards a display of hosiery. "Now then what type of belt do you think?" Elaine asked as she picked a hanger off the rack. There was a narrow suspender belt clipped to the hanger with a tiny pair of panties. "These are what most men buy. Sexy, yes, but not very practical for everyday wear. And, I know I shouldn't ask, but does she, you know, your lady friend, does she need a little control. Something with a little more control like these." Again, Elaine held up a hanger but this time the belt was much deeper and boned with lacing to pull it tighter. The panties with it were also a fuller cut. "She's not fat," I said, instantly feeling guilty for saying it. "What I mean is that she has a good figure. Nearly as good as yours." "Why thank you David," Elaine smiled. "But what I was meaning is that some women like to feel a bit of constriction." She stepped closer to me as she lowered her voice saying. "A good, firm foundation garment feels real sexy. It's like pulling on your armor before joining in the battle of the sexes. It can be super exciting." "Really?" I said, my face blushing anew. Elaine took a quick look around before looking at me and, with a huge smile on her face, she nodded. "Oh yeah." "Well, if you think," I said. What the hell was I thinking? These things weren't for a lady friend, they were for me. But how could I let Elaine know that? "Now this is lovely," Elaine said holding up a dark blue waist nipper with six suspenders and a fine lace trim. "Do you know what size she takes." Now that I did know. Not that I could tell Elaine exactly how I knew. "A ten," I said blushing. Elaine pressed her lips together thoughtfully as she looked at me. "All right, let's have a look. Oh now what about these," she said after going through another rack. After a while, Elaine had picked out several styles of suspenders and panties for me to look at. She then said that she would leave me for a bit while she looked for something for herself. Meanwhile, I was left carrying ten sets of suspenders and panties on their little hangers. No sooner had Elaine left me than the sale woman came over asking if I needed help. I was beginning to think that there was some international conspiracy of women out to totally embarrass men at every opportunity. Especially men like me hiding that they were wearing panties and stockings. "I was looking at some things for my girlfriend," I lied. The sale woman looked towards Elaine. "No, she's not my girlfriend we just sort of work together," I said quickly. "I see," said the woman. "So which ones were you looking at. And, I should tell you that some of these are on special and come with a bra as a full set. What size does your girlfriend take in a bra?" I could feel my face burning again as I really didn't know what to say at that point. This was getting totally out of hand. "Is she more like me or you friend up top?" the woman asked. "And do you know her dress size?" "A ten," I said, feeling more and more flustered. I looked at the woman's breasts then at Elaine's. "She more like you, a little smaller maybe." "So a C or maybe a D cup," the woman said walking off. A short time later she was back with several bras. "Now normally I like to do a fitting here but all of these have shields in them so pick the one you like and, if it doesn't fit, so long as the shields are still in place, your girlfriend can change them." "Yeah, ok, fine," I stammered. I just wanted to get out of there. "What about stockings?" the woman asked heaping embarrassment upon embarrassment. "I don't know," I said, wishing the ground would open up beneath me. "I guess a pair for each." "And what about colors?" she smiled. Which only made me feel worse. "You chose," I said. She knew she must have known, I could tell by the way she was looking at me. The way she was teasing me with all those bras and things and her obviously knowing grin. "I might just close early today," the woman joked. "What, err yes," I said. A minute later she was back with a selection of stocking in fresh new packs. She laid them out before me saying. "Now these are the range I like best. Very hard wearing and sheer at the same time. I picked out some different colors to match the sets." "Yes fine," I was close to passing out, I could feel it. "So what do you think she would like," the woman asked. "Oh, err, all of them," I stammered looking to see where Elaine was. "All of them?" "Yes fine," I croaked. "Oh very well sir," she smiled as she began ringing up the sales. When she told me the total I very nearly fell through the floor. But, just wanting to get out of there, I quickly handed over my card and said no more about it. Elaine found me standing outside surrounded by the bags containing my many purchases. I was wiping my eyes as the sweat that was running down my forehead was stinging them and half blinding me. Carrying her one small bag Elaine walked over to me smiling. "My god David," she said brightly. "You must really have fallen for this woman whoever she is. You bought all that stuff." "Err yes. Can we go now?" "How about some lunch first?" Elaine said. "We can drop these things off at your car then have a bite to eat. My treat." "Maybe another time," I said. Truthfully, I was feeling that nervous right then that I was beginning to feel a little sick and dizzy. "You sure," Elaine said, sounding disappointed for the first time. "There's a great Chinese place not far from the carpark. They do the best Dim Sum ever." "Sounds great but honestly Elaine I feel a bit ill," I said, for once telling the truth. "Pity," Elaine said. "You'll be missing out on great Dim Sum and I'll be missing pumping you for details on this new woman. You must really have it bad for her if you spent that much on her. I think the woman in there is just hoping you don't try and take it all back." "No, I am sure Lisa will like everything I got her," I said, lying again, just a little bit. I was sure Lisa would like them all, in fact, she would love them. She just wouldn't be wearing them. I would. I drove home and, after checking no one was in the street, carried all my new purchases in. after dropping them on the sofa I ran through to the bathroom and threw up what was left of my breakfast. I can't do this, I can't do this, I told myself repeatedly. All right, dressing up at Lisa's house had been fun. No that wasn't right, it had been exciting and adventurous. It was kinky and sexy and forbidden, but shopping for lingerie on my own, or more correctly, with Elaine there and that woman, who surely must have known why I was buying those things, it was just too much. Never in my life had I felt as nervous as I had in that store. The fear of being discovered was more than I could take. And, if I had been discovered, how would I ever explain why I was doing what I was doing. And it wasn't just the lingerie. How could I have explained the chastity cage lock on my wedding tackle? No, as nice as all those things were. As great as sex with Lisa was. I couldn't go through with this. Could I? It was sometime later that I was able to pull myself together. Then, after several cups of tea, I began going through my purchases more closely. What was I saying, I hadn't gone through them the first time? Elaine had picked out some things she thought I would like for my girlfriend and, the coward that I was, had just grabbed them and bolted for the door. So, this was really the first time I would be investigating all the new lingerie I had bought for my girlfriend. Or rather for me to wear for my girlfriend. There were two of the waist nippers that Elaine had picked out. One in dark blue and the other in silver-grey. They were heavily boned with back lacing and elasticated side panels. Both had come with full cut briefs and bras and both had finely patterned lace covering the fronts and lower edges. There were three suspender belt and pantie sets of another design. These also had six suspenders and a waistband three inches deep with a lower scalloped edge. There was a red, black and ivory set each with a small bow detailing. The red set having white bows, the black pink bows, and the ivory black bows. Another was a white lace belt and brief set with a matching bra. While still another was more a black with black lace Basque, again with six suspenders. Then, when I looked at the stockings the saleswoman had picked out I noticed that several of them were seamed stockings and all of them were either black, charcoal or a very dark gunmetal grey. Two pairs, the gunmetal grey pairs, were that shiny lycra type that glittered in the light. As I was looking over all this lingerie my phone rang. It was Lisa. She asked how I was and I told her I was fine. She asked if I had been shopping. I again told her I had and began to tell her what I had bought, but she stopped me. "Don't tell me what you've bought sweetheart," she said soothingly over the phone. "You can model your nice things for me when I come down." "Model them?" I asked hesitantly. "Of course Dee my little pet," Lisa cooed. "I can't wait to see you give me a little catwalk show. God, just thinking about it is making me all wet. Seeing you in lingerie is such a turn on. I bet you're getting all turned on thinking about too, aren't you Dee." "Well they are really nice things," I said. "I got better quality things as I thought you would like them better." "I like them better when they are on you darling," Lisa sighed. "That's the real turn on. Don't you agree?" "I wish I could agree with Ms. Lisa," I groaned. "But with your chastity locked tightly shut it's hard to get turned on to anything." "Oh I know my pet," Lisa cooed. "But you were so very generous to gift me with your erections and orgasms. How could I refuse such a magnificent gift? But I was really calling to tell you that I am going to skip work on Friday. So, I will be traveling down on Thursday night to set my sweetheart. Won't that be nice." "Yes," I said, feeling a bit brighter and happier than I had all day. "I will have everything ready for you Ms. Lisa." "I know you will my sweet," Lisa teased. "But I would really love to see you greet me at the door in some of your new things." "I will Ms. Lisa." "Good, I am looking forward to seeing them, and you in them," she said. Her voice dripping with sexual suggestiveness. "And I hope you will have some nice heels to make the best of your lovely legs and bum." "Heel Ms. Lisa?" "Yes sweetie. I am so looking forward to seeing you in your new heels. So, don't forget to buy some and practice for me." "Yes Ms. Lisa." "That my girl Dee," Lisa sighed heavily. It was a sound I knew all too well. It was the sound of Lisa building excitement as she got nearer and nearer to orgasm. "You know what else would be nice, really nice and respectful to your mistress. You should also buy yourself a little black dress. Nothing, mmm, nothing fancy, but with a nice tight skirt to show off that bottom of yours. Ohhh, I can't, mmmm, wait my sweet. Mmmm, be a good girl for you mistress now and I'll, mmmm, see you soon." I couldn't believe it. For a long minute, I just stared at the phone, replaying our conversation in my head. Lisa had me locked in chastity, which I was more than willing to endure for her, but she was jerking off on the other end of the phone while talking to me. How could she tease me like that? Right then I wanted nothing more than to get that damn chastity off my cock so that I could masturbate. If Lisa could, then why shouldn't I be able to. So, leaving all the new lingerie in the living room, I went to the bedroom. Stripped off and, after laying down on the bed, began to examine the chastity cage for a way out. The base ring was pretty tight around my shaft. Not painfully so but tight enough so that was little to no movement in it. My testicles were spread by the base ring and the way the cock cage was pulled down onto them so that, short of cutting my balls off, there was no way to get the ring off over my balls. Nor get my balls back through the base ring as the cage all but filled the gap. Then there was the cage. It was only a type of plastic but it was tight over my shaft. Too tight in fact. My penis had been stuffed into the cage to the point that the tip of my penis was showing at the small opening of the cage. And, you could tell from the way my penis was displayed in the cage, I was well and truly stuck. No matter how I twisted or turned the cage and base ring, that chastity cage was not coming off. Worst of all, twisting and turning the cage only caused my balls and cock to ache painfully and did nothing to excite me. Half the time I couldn't even feel that I was touching my cock as the cage covered it so completely. I felt lower then than I think I have ever felt in my life. And, when I took a good look at myself, I realized that getting onto the bed I had stripped off my male clothes but my stocking and suspender belt were still on. So, there I was, looking down at my clean-shaven body. My cock locked in chastity. And my legs stretched out on the bed and covered in sheer nylon stockings. A shiver woke me the following morning. I had fallen asleep on the bed after my failed attempt to get out of the cage and, still dressed in nothing but my stockings and suspender belt, I woke up as an early morning chill crept through the open window. It was still very early but I got up, stripped off and showered. Afterward, I carried all my new lingerie up to the bedroom and, making some room in my chest of draws, put everything away bar the underwear for the day. I selected a nice cream colored suspender belt and bikini brief set. There was also a bra with this set but that, I just placed in the draw with the rest of my new things. The stockings I selected were charcoal with Cuban heels and back seams. After checking that my legs were as smooth as glass and moisturized. I rolled up the stockings and slipped my pointed toes into the first. Even after a week of wearing them I never tired of the thrill of the feel of the stockings as they slipped up, covering and caressing my legs. As soon as the first stocking was in place I could feel my manhood straining at the confines of the cage. But, as I had discovered last night, it could strain as much as it liked, there was nothing I could do about it. With the stockings in place and clipped to the six straps of the suspender belt, I stepped into the panties. I had to admit that Elaine had got it right, these new things might have cost a little more, but they felt wonderful. I took a look at myself in the mirror, turning around to check that my seams were straight. While I did that I couldn't help but stroke my own bottom, smoothing out the panties, and getting a thrill from the light touch of my hand. I went up on my toes, tilting my hips this way and that, as I admired my own bottom in the mirror. Lisa had been right, I did have a good bottom, even if I did say myself. On a whim I arched my back and stuck my bum out towards the mirror, moaning seductively as ran a lone finger over my butt cheeks. What the hell was I doing, I asked myself returning to flat foot and turning away from the mirror. I was behaving like some pubescent school girl. Yes, wearing stockings was thrilling, and yes, I loved the feel of them on my skin. But I was only wearing them because Lisa had said that I should, and she had me locked in chastity to make sure I did. Feeling a little disgusted with myself I returned to the chest of draws to pick out a t-shirt for the day. While I was there however, I couldn't help but look at the bra that was part of the set I was wearing. It did look very nice, very soft satin straps and cups with delicate lace over the cups. I couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to have breasts. As a man, I had always loved seeing a woman with nice breasts. In fact, to my mind, there was nothing more feminine than a woman with a firm, pert bottom, a slight flare to her hips and firm breasts. But I didn't have breasts, I was a man. True, I was a man wearing lingerie, but a man all the same. And, while I currently had several bras in my underwear draw, I would give them to Lisa when she came. I was sure that she could get more use out of them that I ever could. With that, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. After making myself some coffee and breakfast I sat down on the sofa with my briefcase and pulled out one of the three books I had been given to translate. All three books were in Italian. The first had a cover with a drawing of a medieval castle perched on top of a hill. It was called "Slaves to the Castle". Flipping it over I read the blurb as it described how three girls, lost on a rainy night were taken into the castle after their car broke down. All too soon the girls were trapped and turned into sex slaves by the castle owner. The second book I first translated as "Master's Playthings" then checked myself as it should have read "Masters Playthings". It's a subtle difference but it makes a great deal of difference and is why you have to get the phrasing correct. The final book showed a very attractive young girl in an extremely short skirt. She was standing by a road at night and striking a sexy pose to the oncoming car. The title was "Nightwalker Callboy". I did a double check and, yes, I had got it right the first time. Flipping the book over I read the blurb. It was a story of a transsexual streetwalker that sold his/her body to pay for the operations needed to transition. The first two books were your standard S and M titillation types, this third was more of a well-written story following a boy that was desperate to become a girl. There was something about it that intrigued me and, after tucking my legs under myself, I sat on the sofa and began to read. I was thirty-five pages in when the phone rang. It was Elaine. "Morning David, hope I didn't wake you," she said quickly. "No I've been up for a while," I replied. It was only eight twenty but after waking up on top of the bed I really had been up for a good bit. "What's up?" "I need to talk to you about these books they gave us," she said. "Look I don't want to talk about it over the phone. How about we grab that lunch we missed out on yesterday." "Why can't you tell me over the phone?" I asked, feeling like I was being less of a friend than Elaine deserved. "Well, I don't know. I just wanted to talk to you face to face like," Elaine said slowly. "Can't you forget things for an hour or two and have some lunch?" "Yeah sure," I said. "Sorry about just before, you caught me off guard as I was just getting down to work." "No probs," Elaine said brightly. We made arrangements of where to meet and when, then after she rang off, I went back to the "Nightwalker Callboy". We met at a little out-of-town pub that did good meals. Elaine was already there when I arrived. Seeing me got up, took my shoulders and gave me one of her little air kisses. "Glad you could make it David," she smiled leading the way back to the bar. "Want a drink first or just lunch." "Just a coke thanks, I'm driving," I said. "And make it diet." Elaine grinned at me. "Somebody watching their figure. This girl must be something special." "Do you want to talk about work or tease me about my love life?" I said light-heartedly. "A bit of both," Elaine giggled. "But you're right, work first." We got our drinks and Elaine lead the way to a secluded side booth. Once we were seated she began, a tell-tale hint of excitement in her voice. "Have you started reading anything yet," she asked, her eyes bright. "Started one this morning. Why?" "Well, O My God," Elaine said. "I began to "To The Couple A Slave" last night and, hell." "I take it that it's hot," I smiled, almost laughing at Elaine's reaction. "Hot it not the word for it," she blushed. "It makes "Fifty Shades" look like "Wind in the Willows"." "It must be good then," I smiled. "Well yes, bloody hot," Elaine said. "But I don't know if it's the type of thing I can work on." "How so?" Elaine blushed and looked around to see if she would be overheard. "Because it gets me too turned on," she admitted sheepishly. "Elaine," I said seriously. "Do you think you should be telling me this. I mean, shouldn't you tell your husband." "Oh trust me David," Elaine said coyly. "He already knows. I was reading it to him last night and, well let's just say we got a few new ideas." "Elaine." "Sorry, but I just had to tell somebody and you know what these books are," she said. "That's ok. But just try and think about it as work," I said, trying to sound mature and sensible. But I did know what she meant. I had only read about a quarter of my first book and was also getting turned on by it. I just couldn't do anything about it. "I know what you mean David," Elaine smiled. "I should try and be more professional. But it's not easy to be professional when Him-in-doors wanted me to read it to him while dressed as a French Maid." "Too much information Elaine," I protested. "You know you shouldn't be telling me things like this. That's between you and Tony." "I know," Elaine blushed again. "Sorry." After she had said that, and I don't know why, but I felt a little bit wicked and could not resist the chance to tease her. "That's all right Elaine. We'll say no more about it," I said coolly. "So, dressed as a French Maid you say." Elaine's face went so red I thought she was having a heart attack. She reached over and slapped me on the wrist playfully. "Stop it," she hissed through her smile. "But yes," she added after some time. "Tony bought it for me a while ago. Never got much mileage out of it till last night." "I can imagine," I grinned. And imagining her as a French Maid was beginning to cause me some problems. "I hope you weren't a naughty French Maid." Elaine blushed again. "Let's just say the maid in the book was not the only one that got a spanking last night." This was getting out of hand. Elaine and I had flirted before, but never anything like this, never anything as suggestive. "Tony never did that to me before," Elaine said slowly. "Spank me I mean. I don't know it was, well, it stung but in a good way." Then realizing what she was saying she suddenly looked up and, trying to make light of it said. "You should try it sometime David. Being spanked I mean. Do you think you might like being spanked?" I felt my face blush then and, I must have blushed a deep red because Elaine's expression suddenly changed to one that was far more serious. "Oh my god you haven't you," Elaine gasped and covered her mouth. "Sorry David I didn't mean to say that." Elaine was still trying to apologize, and I am sure she just wanted to be comforting, but what she did next made me freeze and wish I could have dropped dead on the spot. Again, she was saying sorry for mentioning spanking when she reached under the table and placed her hand on my thigh. Then, as her hand came to rest on the tell-tale bump of a suspender stud under my jeans, I stared at her in horror. In a second Elaine's expression when from curiosity to realization, to shock, and finally embarrassment. "Oh my god David. Are you wearing..." "I know I know," I gasped. "Please don't say anything Elaine. Please, I am begging you. Don't tell anybody. It's not like you think. Just don't tell anybody." Elaine took her hand away and, for a long moment she was silent. The only time she did say something was when our meals arrived, and then it was only to order a bottle of red wine. I wanted to run out of there as fast as my stocking covered legs would carry me, I felt so ashamed. But I couldn't just run off, I had to try and explain things to Elaine, and most importantly, attempt to get her to promise not to tell anyone. I didn't know what was going on in Elaine's head but, all the time she was waiting for the wine she couldn't even bring herself to look at me. Even when the wine arrived she just took the bottle and poured herself a glass, again without looking at me or pouring me a glass. She lifted the glass and swigged half of it down. "Please Elaine, let me try and explain," I began, only to have her cut me off with a shake of her head. "No David I owe you an apology," she said, interrupting me. "I got carried away with us fooling around and I got too forward. It's my fault. I'm sorry." "You don't have to apologize," I reassured her. "You were a good friend. I just hope you can find it in your heart not to say anything about this." "Why would I say anything?" she asked. Then something dawned on her. "And what do you mean, "were" a good friend? I thought I was still your friend." "Well just with you finding out, about, well, you know." "That's not it," Elaine said and took another long swig of wine. "I just never realized you were into anything like that." "Neither did I until recently," I tried to make a joke of it but failed. "David?" Elaine said slowly. "Does your girlfriend know. I know it's none of my business but does she know and, if not, are you going to tell her." I couldn't help but laugh, and I mean really laugh. And my reaction only perplexed Elaine more. "Yes, Lisa knows," I managed to say finally. "It was Lisa that asked me to wear them." "Really?" Elaine asked, her right eyebrow raised up. I nodded yes. "Lisa asked me to wear them for her and I said that I would." Looking deeply into Elaine's eyes I asked. "You don't think I'm weird, or sick or something? Do you?" "No," Elaine said, a smile coming to her lips for the first time since making her discovery. "Look David, if it makes you and Lisa happy, then do it. And, as far as weird, I don't think that at all. Besides you're not the first guy I've known, how should I put it, that I've helped with his shopping? And that was what we were doing yesterday wasn't David. We were shopping for you?" "Yes," I admitted quietly. "Sorry for misleading you." Elaine smiled and touched my hand tenderly. "It's ok. Besides, it's you that is going to have to live with those waist nippers you bought. Promise to let me know when you have one on, I really am looking forward to hearing how you manage in them." "So, are we good?" I asked nervously. Elaine waved her hand as if swatting a fly away. "Forget about it David. I was just a bit surprised that was all. I mean, I always thought you were the straight-laced type. Oh, but then I guess you are. Sorry about the pun." By then we were both relaxed enough to begin eating. But, I was still very nervous and several times asked Elaine if she was sure we were good. She repeatedly assured me that we were. And, for a while, we were able to talk about things other than my choice of underwear. Slowly, however, Elaine gradually steered the conversation back to my cross- dressing. "David," she asked softly. "You don't have to tell me but, do you shave your legs?" I figured honesty is the best policy so replied with. "Elaine, I shave everywhere." "What? You mean everywhere. Even?" "Yes Elaine. Everywhere." Elaine's eyes went wide again. And I don't think she really believed me as she rested her hand on mine again, but that was only so she could let her fingers up my sleeve. "My god you do," she said breathlessly. "And your skin is so soft." "I know," I said, feeling a little proud of myself. "But that's all you get to touch young lady." "Yes. Sorry. But, oh wow David," she grinned. "But do you just dress like this all the time. I mean cover everything up with jeans and the like?" "Being a bit nosy aren't we?" I said jokingly. "Yes," Elaine said sitting back in her seat. "But come on, fess up. Covered or uncovered?" I looked around to make sure we could not be overheard. "Not that it's any of your business, Miss Nosy Parker, but covered outside. Lisa does not want to embarrass me, unlike some I can think of. Inside I am uncovered unless she gives me a skirt." "God, you really are going all in with this aren't you?" "I really don't know," I shrugged. "Look I love Lisa. Well, I think I do. No, I do. But this is all new to me. I am not really sure how it sits with me at times. Sometimes I really love the things we do. But other times I feel so embarrassed by it I don't know if I can do all the things she wants me to do." "Look David," Elaine said, her face a mask of serious concern. "I hope you are not just letting her use you." "No, it's not like that," I said, defending Lisa. "Lisa is very kind and loving. But she can be a little demanding at times. Perhaps demanding is not the right word. She more assertive, that's it, she very assertive. And I suppose I like being with a strong woman like that. Trust me Elaine. I love Lisa and I don't think she is using me. I know she loves me. Even if she sometimes shows her love in unusual ways." "Was it her that spanked you?" Elaine asked quietly. I didn't have to say anything, my blushing told her all she needed to know on that subject. "I see," Elaine said. "Did she hurt you?" "Not really," I replied honestly. "Sure, it stung a bit, but no lasting damage." "Did you tell her it hurt?" Elaine asked. Did I tell Lisa it hurt? Now how do I explain I didn't tell her it hurt because I had a ball gag strapped in my mouth at the time. "Yes, I let her know." "And did she apologize? Or has she done it again?" Elaine asked softly, clearly concerned for me. "Yes she apologized and no she hasn't done it again. But she did say she might if I misbehaved," I said. I tried to explain by adding. "You have to understand. Ms. Lisa is a very strong woman, and I really do love her." "Ms. Lisa," Elaine said very slowly. "Exactly what sort of a relationship have you got yourself into David?" "Look, I know it sounds odd." "Err, yeah." "Honestly Elaine. It's not what you think. I am happy, we're happy. And, even if it sounds odd to other people, we love each other and that is all that matters." "If that's true, then I am happy for you," Elaine said slowly. She placed her hand on mine again and gave it a little squeeze. "Just remember I am your friend and if you need anything, anything at all, day or night, you can call." "Thank you Elaine," I said. "I really mean that. Thank you." I finished off the last of the wine but then suddenly remembered. "There is one thing you could do for me." "Sure anything," Elaine said happily. "Lisa is coming down on Thursday night and before she gets here I still have some shopping to do." "What? You mean you didn't buy enough lingerie yesterday?" she giggled. "No. I mean yes. But I still need to buy some other things," I said blushing anew. Elaine just sat there looking patiently at me. "I need to get myself some, well some heels. And a dress." For a long moment, Elaine just sat there staring at me. "You really do love this Lisa," she finally said. "If you're willing to put yourself through this for her. But I think I know just the place." To be continued. All readers please feel free to leave your comments. Like any other writer, I think it's always nice to get feedback. It's the only way a writer knows if they are reaching their audience. I try my best to make this story interesting for as wide an audience as possible, and I only hope that you all enjoy it. Also, while some readers have offered suggestions in the past, which I very much appreciate, please remember that this is a true story that I am trying my best to recall and put it down as it happened. On a final note, one reader said how they wish they could meet a woman like my goddess Lisa. Someone that accepts them and encourages them with their sexuality. Perhaps you have friend. Don't be ashamed of who and what you are. Share your desires with them, slowly and gently without throwing everything at them at once, and you might be surprised at how accepting they can be. If a person loves another, then they will surely love all aspects of that person. Love to all. D.R.