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A Tale of Submission
By LindaK
Day Fifteen - Linda Returns Home
While Linda had fallen asleep easily, her night was interrupted by dreams
of her return home. She had left home with apprehension and excitement.
Excited to possibly find the domination experience she had been desiring
for years yet, apprehensive that these people she had been conversing
with would not deliver to her expectations, or that she might get hurt or
maybe that she would love it so much that she couldn't go back to her
vanilla life.
Linda tossed in her sleep as she remembered walking out of her house to
come here. She clearly saw the emotions on her wife's face as her
husband, dressed as Linda strode across the driveway looking for all
intents and purposes like a woman heading to the mall or to drop off the
kids at school. 'What she must have been thinking as her 'man' left to
explore his feminine side as well as prostrating himself to a woman he
had never met for the opportunity to be punished!' As Linda continued to
sleep restlessly the dream continued. She recalled the initial angst as
she navigated familiar streets towards the highway but loved the new
sensations like seeing her bright and long fingernails on the steering
wheel, the touch of her earrings on her neck and the brushing of her arms
against her breasts. Even the restriction of the corset she had been
ordered to wear was initially exciting.
As the drive had continued she began to worry about the next major step
for her as she transitioned into the temporary world of womanhood. The
iron-like band of her corset was reminding her that her bladder was
unable to manage as much input as usual...she needed to use the next
available restroom. Putting on her blinker she pulled into the parking
lot and turned off the car. Linda remembered thinking 'you can do this,
just act natural and walk in. No one will even think you're a man if you
are confident.' Linda tossed again and even moaned a bit as she dreamt
of her stepping out and locking the door, of the older man who saw her
coming and held the door and then her striding through the women's
restroom entrance, stepping past two women chatting as they washed their
hands and checked their hair. Linda had found an empty stall and did her
business. She washed at the sink and emboldened by the lack of anyone
beside her, fixed her lipstick. Back in the car her nerves caught up
with her and her hands shook. At that point she almost turned for home.
But she didn't. From there, every stop for restrooms or to gas up or to
buy a snack got easier and she was a more confident person who turned
into Jane's driveway. Of course that confidence disappeared as she
turned off the engine and realized what was about to happen.
Jane had been sitting quietly in the corner of Linda's room for quite a
while. She had got up to use the bathroom but seeing Linda tossing in
her sleep Jane had grabbed a small blanket and curled up in a chair to
watch her new submissive. Jane felt for Linda and thought she might be
dreaming of what had transpired over the past two weeks. She knew that
they had taken Linda on an emotional journey.
Finally, the compassion in Jane that made her such a strong dominant told
her to go to Linda. She stepped over to the bed and got under the
covers. Without waking Linda she spooned her and cupped Linda's breast.
Whether Linda recognized Jane's presence or not, Linda stilled and her
breathing slowed. Jane smiled. Together they slept soundly.
Upon waking, Jane went downstairs while Linda began packing. Since much
of her clothing was not used during the stay, that task did not take
long. As she entered the kitchen Rick was at the table sipping a coffee
and Jane was just hanging up the phone. Turning, Jane examined Linda and
noticed that she was wearing the outfit she had arrived in, including
(she smiled), the high heels she had been ordered to drive here in.
The three of them tucked in to breakfast and avoided talking about the
imminent departure. Jane did however mention that she had been on the
phone and had set up a quick mani for Linda at Madge's. Since the salon
was not far off Linda's route, Jane insisted that Linda stop because (she
said with a smile), that colour is hideous with that top. Jane promised
the stop would not significantly delay Linda and would not take NO for an
answer. Shrugging her shoulders in surrender, Linda agreed and selfishly
thought that it would be good to see Madge one more time.
With breakfast done, there was no escaping that the time had come for
Linda to leave. While Linda and Jane held hands on the front step, Rick
loaded Linda's car. She noticed that he had taken the time to wash the
car.
Linda squeezed and then let go of Jane's hand and saying, "I guess this
is goodbye," she stepped towards the car. As she was about to step into
the car, Rick and Jane came up for one final hug and then Jane handed her
a sealed envelope.
"Inside is the key for your collar," Jane said. Linda had totally forgot
about the collar and instinctively reached to her neck.
Jane continued "You can certainly take off the collar here and now but it
would please me greatly if you would keep it on until you get home.
Consider it my last gasp at 'dominating you'. During the trip I may ask
you to take a photo of the collar still on your neck and again when you
arrive. Please?" Looking at Jane's pleading eyes and in appreciation
Linda nodded her head. 'What the heck, my wife already knows what I was
doing here. If she sees the collar it will be a good ice breaker.' "For
you, my Mistress I will gladly wear it." And with that, Linda tucked the
envelope in her purse and sat down in the seat. Rick gently closed the
door. Without looking back for fear of stopping and never leaving, Linda
drove away from the house, a large lump in her throat and her eyes
watering. If she had looked back she would have seen two people holding
each other tightly with one of them openly sobbing.
Linda's GPS led her to Madge's salon and as she stepped in to the beehive
of activity, she was transported back to her first visit. The memory
though was a good one. Madge immediately spotted her and waved Linda to
a chair. This preferential treatment caused two ladies waiting their
turn to give each other questioning looks but Linda never noticed and
Madge knew they would be given a discount for the delay.
As Linda approached the chair she noticed Angie washing a client's hair
at the rear of the salon. She was dressed like the other stylists
however her top was neck high rather than the more comfortable ones worn
by the rest of the staff. Angie did not see Linda enter.
Madge was true to her word and within 30 minutes had Linda's polish
changed, dried and was escorting Linda to the door. As they reached the
waiting area, there was a polite cough from behind them...it was Angie.
Angie looked at Madge and although there was a client in the waiting
area, respectfully asked, "May I say something to Linda, Mistress?" At
the honorific, the client lifted her head from her magazine but then
assumed she had misheard and returned to her reading.
Madge considered the request and with a protective arm around Linda's
waist nodded her agreement. Angie stepped closer and in a quiet but
again respectful tone asked for Linda's forgiveness for her terrible
treatment of Linda. Linda realized the words were sincere and with that
she gave Angie a quick hug and said, "I forgive you."
With that done, Linda stepped out of the salon and returned to her car.
The drive home was uneventful. Stops along the way were slightly less
frequent, perhaps because Linda had become accustomed to the corset and
when she did stop, there was no hesitation in using the restrooms or
interacting with people.
As she began to get closer to home and to recognize landmarks, her
anxiety kicked in. The events of the past two weeks rushed through her
mind and she realized she was not the same person who had stepped out of
the house two weeks earlier. She also knew that the genie was out of the
bottle....there was no way Linda would stay in the closet for months at a
time. For the first time during this whole affair she began to think of
how to make her case with her wife to allow Linda to come out more often
and to revisit Master Rick and Mistress Jane. Linda was not naive enough
to think that Linda could be a constant figure in their home nor had the
experience changed her views on her gender or sexual orientation.
She turned off the highway into her subdivision. It was later in the
afternoon. School had not been let out and the commuters had not begun
their rush home so the streets were quiet.
With a release of her breath (she didn't even realize she had been
holding it), she turned the last corner and there was her house but....
....there was a strange car in the driveway. No, not a strange car as it
was one she recognized...
It was Jane's car. Confused, Linda pulled into the driveway beside
Jane's. She stepped out of the car, bringing her purse with her and
reflexively putting the strap over her shoulder. As she passed the other
car she saw the familiar custom passenger seat and knew then for sure
that it was Jane's car.
Concerned now that something had happened with Rick, Linda hastened her
walk to the front door. Opening it quickly she almost ran into Jane who
was standing in the foyer with a nervous smile.
"Surprise!" Jane said. Linda looked past Jane for her wife and stepping
to the living room scanned it too. The house was suspiciously quiet and
she did not see her wife.
"Jane, what are you doing here? I mean, yes, I am surprised. Is
something wrong? Is Rick OK? What are you doing here....." Jane put
her finger to Linda's lips and shushed her silent.
"Calm down Linda. Everything is fine. Rick is fine, your wife is fine.
We are all fine. Here, have a seat." Jane pointed at a chair in the
foyer.
After Linda had composed herself, Jane sat in the other chair and
scooched it closer to Linda. "Honey, you know Rick and I really enjoyed
our time with you." Linda nodded her head.
"Well if you trust me, we have one final surprise for you, come with me
and keep your eyes closed until told to open them."
Linda stood and said, "I do trust you Mistress." She closed her eyes.
Taking Linda's arm, Jane guided her through the house. Linda knew that
they were passing though the living room, and then the dining room and
finally, she felt the familiar carpet of the den. A few steps into the
den, Jane brought her to a halt and guided Linda down to her knees.
Before reaching the floor, a pillow softened her descent.
Jane's voice came to her from behind. "Linda darling, Rick and I
struggled with how to continue to enjoy slave Linda and yet how to honour
your hard limits. We believe we came up with a workable solution." As
she finished speaking, she pulled Linda's arms behind her and secured
them with handcuffs. At the same time the same chanting music from the
dungeon began playing softly and Jane said to Linda, "Open your eyes
slave."
As Linda's eyes adjusted to the light and the room she visibly jolted for
there, sitting on a chair that wasn't in this room when she left two
weeks ago was Mistress X! She was wearing the same leather outfit and
the same blood red nails and lips. Those beautiful lips were curled in
what may have been a smile or may have been the beginning of a predatory
snarl. Her eyes behind the mask were mesmerizing. Linda quivered and
while she wanted to scream, "Where's my wife?" She was shocked into
silence.
After what seemed like minutes but was probably less than one, Mistress X
raised her hands to the side of her face and unlatched the mask. As she
lowered it, revealing her face Linda almost passed out for there in front
of her was HER WIFE!
This time a couple of minutes did pass before Mistress X aka Lady
Patricia, Linda's wife of 35 years smiled and said, "Welcome home Slave
Linda. I think you should show me that you are happy to be home." With
that statement she extended her boot, clearly expecting Linda to kiss the
toe, which Linda did in a surprisingly controlled manner.
Looking quickly over her shoulder she saw not only Jane standing there
smiling, but Rick as well.
Lady Patricia was pleased with Linda's actions and ordered her to go to
the kitchen and prepare to serve the dominants in the dining room in 10
minutes. "Don't worry slave, all will be revealed over dinner." With
that, Linda was dismissed.
Confused, Linda was handed her ballet boots by Jane and afterwards tip
toed into the kitchen. As she passed through the dining room she saw
their best china set up with three place settings and a pillow beside one
of the chairs.
A still bewildered Linda brought in the first course ten minutes later to
discover that Lady Patricia was sitting in the chair with the pillow
beside it. After serving each dominant, Lady Patricia snapped her finger
and pointed at the pillow.
During the extended meal, the full story came out in bits and pieces from
all three. Lady P began the explanation. "Honey...I mean slave, you
have been a good husband and provider. We raised two children who have
successful lives of their own, we are financially stable and we love each
other more than when we married." Jane and Rick held hands and looked
briefly at each other as Lady Patricia continued, "I never understood why
you felt the need to dress nor why you wanted me to punish you. But I
knew that the urges were getting stronger and that you had to find a
release. For that reason and because I love you and I trust you, I
didn't object when you reached out to Mistress Jane." Linda suddenly
felt guilty and her eyes welled.
"Don't worry pet," Lady P said, "it's all going to be good. You see,
Mistress Jane called me soon after the arrangements had been made for
your visit. She was in the area and wanted me to know that nothing
untoward would happen to you or to our relationship. She asked if she
could visit with me or meet for coffee. We planned to meet for an hour
but that turned into dinner and we quickly became friends. I discovered
things about domination that I never understood. It's not the beating
that is important, it is the trust and transfer of power. You see slave,
you weren't the only one who learned these past two weeks. While you
were gone, Madge's salon friend came over and took me through a crash
course in 'domme' school. Did you know that I go to her salon or that
her husband is her receptionist?" Without waiting for an answer she
continued... "With her help I learned about protocols, basic discipline
techniques and how to dress the part...which by the way, I LOVE! But
more importantly, she showed me how to live life in both the kink and
vanilla worlds. Her husband is her receptionist but I think you will be
surprised to find that HE golfs in your league!"
After delivering desserts the story continued, this time from Jane with
injects by Rick.
"Linda darling, I don't know if you noticed but our house is fully wired
with security cameras. Part of the reason is that we live in a rural
area and are frequently away but also because we like to revisit our
scenes or to keep an eye on bound and gagged slaves. You were constantly
under observation to ensure you were safe but more importantly, you were
under observation by Lady Patricia." Linda looked up quizzically at her
wife who nodded at her.
Linda learned that Jane had ordered the change in nail colour today in
order to provide time for her and Rick to race here and to help Lady
Patricia set up the surprise. Linda shook her head at the deception as
Pattie (or Lady Patricia) had never been one to keep surprises.
More details were filled in by all but when the clock struck midnight, it
was obviously time to end the evening. Linda cleared the tables while
Lady Patricia showed Rick and Jane to their room and decisions were made
on tomorrow's activities.
As Linda escorted Lady Patricia to their room, Patricia pulled Linda
tightly to her and kissed her deeply. The kiss was returned with fervour
for several minutes.
Finally Lady Patricia broke the clinch and looking fondly at Linda said,
"I don't know how this is going to work out with our real lives but I do
want to explore it more. It will be a learning curve and we will make
mistakes. Fortunately, I have a solid resource with Mistress Beth (the
local salon owner and of course, Rick and Jane are always available by
phone and are often in our area. I will try to provide more Linda time
and to make it clear when I want my husband and when I want my slave....I
need both, is that clear?" Linda nodded for she fully agreed.
"Alright then slave. I understand you foolishly allowed someone to give
you semi-permanent makeup and those nails look way too lovely to remove.
Furthermore, I like having the opportunity to see you suffer with these
(she tweaked the nipples) so you won't be wearing pants of any sort,
women's or men's for at least two weeks. Breakfast will be served on the
patio at 10. There will be three at the table and there is a list of
chores for the maid. You will find her uniform in your closet."
"Now get cleaned up and put on the night gown in the bathroom. I am
horny and I don't care if you can't get an erection." With a seductive
wink, she said, "Jane showed me that there are plenty of other ways for
me to get satisfaction." With that she slapped Linda on her ass and sent
her scampering to the bathroom. As she passed the open closet Linda saw
several leather outfits on Lady Patricia's side of the closet and what
looked suspiciously like a penis on a leather harness on the shelf above
the clothes rod. She shook her head at all these changes and continued
into the bathroom and into her new role.
Rick and Jane heard the slap of Patricia's hand on Linda's butt and the
subsequent yelp. They smiled at each other, turned off the light and
enjoyed themselves.
THE END
Dear Readers - Thank you for your patience and kind words. This story
was my first attempt at writing fiction and was done on my iPhone in four
days. It seemed to flow from my brain to my fingers. I would like to
answer some questions or comments were posted.
Background - I am a 60+ crossdresser who has been dressing since his
teens. I have been married 35 years (just like Linda and Lady P) and
before I proposed I took the chance to 'out' myself to my potential
future bride. It was a gamble as she could have been repulsed and shared
my CD activities with our friends and family. She didn't although she
didn't really understand it (did I back then?) and she never got into the
bondage element. Dressing was limited for many years due to many
circumstance, primarily our children but with the approach of retirement
I really wanted to bring Linda out more and I have been desperately
seeking a "Mistress Jane". My writings are based mostly on my fantasy of
serving someone although I have had the good fortune to have some short
exposures to femdom and I have been dominating a good CD friend (Marci)
on/off for the past three or four years. In my interaction as her domme
I use the same skills I would love to see used on me...severe rope
bondage and sensual teasing.
Location - I was asked where this story takes place. I will say it could
be Canada or the US although the spelling of many of my words will give
the country away.
Zoloft - a kind reader noted that my use of the drug would not achieve
the effect Linda experienced. I am not a doctor but I did stay at a
Holiday Inn once (sorry, a reference to their TV commercials). When I
decided that the introduction of a drug to the story was appropriate I
simply googled "male libido reducing drug". Zoloft lists many possible
side effects and lower libido was one. I suppose everyone would have
different reactions to the same medication and since this was a fictional
story, I felt comfortable using it as Rick and Jane's method of taking
away Linda's erections.
Sex references - while the story certainly comes up to the line (or maybe
across it) many times, I did not write it to be a tale of sexual service.
As noted in my background, I have been married for 35 years and I take
our vows seriously. Although my wife has encouraged me to find a
dominatrix, she has done so knowing that I won't break our vows. That
has certainly limited my search ability and to be honest has been a deal
breaker with some dominants. I feel sad that I am struggling to find
that woman who would accept Linda with her limits but I have my reasons
and honour at stake. I will not have sex outside of our marriage and if
I die without experiencing my life long fantasy so be it. I apologize if
the story didn't meet the expectations of some who look for that element
but I do not apologize for my standards...they are mine and again, this
is fiction.
Mistress X - this is a character that I did not do a good job of
camouflaging. I suspect most readers knew immediately who she was when
she appeared at Jane and Rick's home. I will take that mistake as a
lesson learned and try to improve.
What next? I have written a sequel which speaks briefly to how Lady P
and Linda might make this new kink relationship work before taking Linda
on a very fast and steep learning curve. It was very fun to write. It
introduces some new characters that I know will play roles as the
adventures for Linda continue. That sequel has been formatted and I am
ready to upload it to Fictionmania if there is an interest. I have also
written a short story to follow the sequel and am in the throes of
writing a fourth. Both short stories are written in the genre of those
childhood stories I loved such as Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys but of
course, I am writing about kink. Book Three is also formatted and ready
for upload. Book Four will be done soon. If there is a desire to see
more I will release them in order (sequel, book three, book four). I
think I will be uploading larger files so the stories won't drag on as
long.
Readers - do you desire to see more about Linda? Let me know please.
Thank you,
Linda
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