A Sissy of My Very Own ( F/M )

[LunaDog]

Now then, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is somewhat of a landmark post for me. For i about to leave the 'Centennial' club, in order to join the 'Millennial' club. Yes, this will be my 1000th post on this magnificent site. So, i'd better make it a good one, eh? But, for this, my latest story, i going to ask you all to be patient here. It is told by a woman, recently widowed and rapidly approaching her 50th birthday, who has discovered the world of 'femdom' on-line, and wishes for a piece of that action for herself. But it IS a 'slow-burner,' with no actual bondage appearing for some time.

A SISSY OF MY VERY OWN.

As soon as clapped eyes upon my daughter’s latest ‘conquest,’ I knew that THIS was the male whom I’d been looking for ever since the tragic death of my husband, some two years ago now. And possibly before even that, although I never would have betrayed him.

My Jeff had a been thoroughly decent, completely honest and really hard-working husband, our life together had featured many an outstanding ‘high,’ contrasting with very few ‘lows,’ which we’d got over very swiftly. A truly happy marriage, unusual these days I admit, tragically cut short, as some idiot unfortunately believed he could still drive having consumed a large number of alcoholic beverages during a company Christmas bash. Finding out that he couldn’t, having slaughtered my husband in the meantime.

There was, however, one aspect of life that was beginning to prove problematic though, just showing that not everything was a ‘bed of roses’ within our, seeming idyllic relationship, sex. Jeff was very much a ‘man’s man’ when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, ironically just how I wanted him at the beginning of our time together. He was highly skilled in between the sheets, strong, manly and passionate, every girl’s dream or so it seemed. However, not long before our time together was so dramatically ended, I’d began to fancy being the dominant one in bed, I wanted to take charge and be the one setting the agenda.

I completely accepted Jeff for who he was, never once trying to change him. I married him entirely of my own free will, actually wanting him to be precisely what he was at first, but I’d began to read stories of dominant women on the internet and started to fancy a piece of that sort of action for myself. Although I did manage to suppress those feelings, my Jeff would never play the submissive I knew, and as for the idea of him wearing female lingerie, which by now I quite desired, well there’d be more chance of Accrington Stanley winning the Premier League than that occurring. But then, all of a sudden, he was gone.

A massive loss, as you can all imagine, and for quite some time sex, whether in the form of what I believe is called ‘femdom,’ or otherwise was the very least of my concerns. As well as all the emotional aspects caused by the sudden dis-appearance of a loving spouse, whether we like it or not this world revolves around money, so there was a huge financial issue to resolve too.

Fortunately, matters in this regard soon became settled very much in my favour. Jeff had held a very lucrative life assurance policy, which paid out substantially, hardly surprising as he’d died so young and not by the actions of his own hand. And the very competent solicitor that I engaged, managed to obtain a huge pay-out from the guilty party’s insurers. Meaning the mortgage upon the former marital home was redeemed totally, leaving a rather large sum with which I was able to obtain a very generous annuity. With then result being that I don’t have to work for a living, and although I do still have a job, it is through choice rather than necessity.

This then, being my position in life the first time that my Joan brought Simon through my door. One look is all it took to see firstly that he was quite effeminate, and that here was a male who almost certainly was just what I was looking for, a male to dominate and control, just like in those stories that had so amused and entertained me.

Although there was one small problem, he had stepped into my home with my daughter’s, Joan being the only child resulting out of my relationship with Jeff, hand firmly clasping his.

[40 plus denier]

Congratulations on the milestone @LunaDog

[tiedinbluetights]

Cool start and congratulations on the milestone. Don't stop and keep on posting! Threads that get deleted have a nasty effect on that count, so I'm looking forward to many more posts!

[LunaDog]

Congratulations on the milestone @LunaDog

Thank you very much. Appreciated.

[LunaDog]

Cool start and cngratulations on the milestone. Don't stop and keep on posting! Threads that get deleted have a nasty effect on that count, so I'm looking forward to many more posts!

Thank you my friend. Don't worry, i fully intend to keep posting, i've this story to finish, for one thing! Next part should be up soon.

[LunaDog]

And here it is. However, i we again have to ask you to be patient, my female lead character is, very much, playing the 'long game,' and there is still no bondage yet.



However, I know my daughter, and in many ways, she takes after her late father, rather than myself. Fiercely independent, although she’d yet to reach her twenty-fifth birthday, she’d, with her good job helping tremendously, moved out of my home and bought her own property, a small two bedroomed house. Just like her dad, she knows how to work hard.

And here’s the point, she also follows Jeff’s lead in the bedroom stakes too. I was quite amazed just how she’d picked Simon as her new boyfriend, sensing that their relationship wouldn’t last too long. Like her dad, she seemed to believe that the man should control the bedroom, and this Simon appeared to have no idea of how to just do that.

So, I resolved to take no action yet, I might have got this wrong after all, but I did seek as much information as I could about this young man, in case I was correct about him. Like where he lived, his job but more importantly his habits, naturally if I did want to contact him on the event of him and Joan splitting up.

An event that happened even quicker that I’d anticipated, because only about three weeks later, as a furious Joan stormed through my door, slamming it HARD after her! Responding to my enquiry as to the whereabouts of Simon, with a terse “don’t talk to me about that utter wimp!”

“Why? What’s gone so wrong, Darling?” Trying my very best, successfully I might add, to conceal the absolute joy that her revelation had triggered inside of me.

“Did dad ever ask you if he could wear some of your stockings? Because that pansy sure asked me. Can you Adam and Eve it? Bloody stockings, I ask you?”

“No, he never did in all the time that we were together, Darling.” Secretly feeling completely delighted of course. After all, I WANTED him in stockings myself. But I couldn’t tell Joan this.
“Are you sure, Darling? You may have just misheard him, or simply misunderstood.”

“There was NO misunderstanding, mum! There I was putting on some myself, and he came straight out with it. ‘Can I try some of those, I always fancied finding out just have good my legs would feel in sheer nylon?’ What an effing”, we’d always hated unnecessary swearing, both Jeff and I, “PERVERT! Anyway, him and I are DONE!”

“Yes, I can see that, Darling. Clearly, he wasn’t for you. But don’t be too hard on him, ok so he’s not your cup of tea, and I take it that you’ve made that clear to him. However, he struck me as decent and honest, after all he WAS straight with you, and didn’t try to hide his fantasies, being up front and truthful, not trying to deceive you or act behind your back. Sure, you don’t agree with what he wanted, but because of his cravings he’s now lost you. Isn’t that punishment enough?”

Joan seemed to calm down, reflecting upon my words. Of course, she had no idea of my desires, that I wanted to move in upon this, how had she put it, pansy. And what she clearly didn’t want, or not yet, I’d have probably reacted in the same way at her age, I most certainly did. “Thanks mum, the fountain of knowledge, yet again. Yes, you’re right, there’s no need to slag him off publicly, as I was going to. I’m not with him anymore, and now I’ll simply settle for that. Onwards and upwards, eh?”

“Precisely, Darling.” Cue a long mother and daughter cuddle. And then, after a good and strong cup of coffee, Joan left to go to her own home.

Well, that was one problem solved then. I could now make my move without betraying my own daughter. But that left another. How would I contact him, and in such a way as to not arouse suspicion in his mind? It had to appear to be purely accidental, a total coincidence, not at all planned or actually wanted, Cue that ‘homework’ I’d done on him, once I’d decided he WAS for me, if not my Joan.

Just like me, the company he worked for was one of those whose working week ended at Friday lunchtime, and by now I knew that Simon nearly always chose to eat lunch in a café located just around the corner from where his employment was situated. And it was quite handy that for my employer lunch commenced at half past twelve, whereas for his it started at one o’clock. Meaning I had a ‘head start’ on him timewise.

It was also fortunate that said café was housed within a block containing several other shops, one of which was a rather special butchers, who had a reputation for making some, utterly delicious and very high quality, if a bit pricy, ‘home-made’ meat pies. Giving me the perfect excuse to be in the area, I could pretend that I wanted one of these for my dinner tonight.

Having parked up, I was able to see him enter the café before I entered the butchers, I mean these pies were expensive and no, I wasn’t in the business of wasting money despite my advantageous financial position in life. But with my prey ‘in sight’ as it were, making such a purchase was the perfect excuse, so I entered the premises, and selected a steak and kidney variety of the many types available. Oh, and some ‘home-made’ scotch eggs too.

Duly purchased, I made my way to the café, clocking Simon sitting alone at a table, reading a book while he waited for his order to be cooked and brought to him. Pretending not to have noticed him at all until I’d ordered and been presented with a simple coffee. Turning around, this was the moment, as I suddenly exclaimed, “Simon. What a pleasant surprise!”

He almost seemed embarrassed at the sight of me, remember he’d recently split up with my daughter, for a reason that many people would consider perverse. He, quite naturally, tried to avoid my gaze, as he responded, no doubt hoping I’d simply go away, “good afternoon, Mrs Johnson.”

But I was in no mood to let this ‘fish’ off the hook. “May I join you, believe me I’m in NO mood to judge.” Nodding his, reluctant, assent as opposed to issuing an oral reply. So, I sat down in the chair opposite him, and took his hands in mine, an action with, no doubt, greatly surprised him. I guess that he expected me to be angry with him.

When he finally turned to my face I started. “Look I know that you and my Joan haven’t worked out, and yes, I’ve heard her version of just why. I’m not going to interfere, and I accept that situation. But, as I said to her, you acted with total honesty towards her, not trying to deceive her or lie to her. In short you respected her enough to be completely straight with her, and so you’ve earned MY respect. Ok, so she didn’t react in the manner that you’d hoped for, and to be perfectly honest I’d have probably done the same as her when I was her age. But I’m far older and wiser now, believe me I have NO problem with you.” Smiling at him in the most welcoming way that I could.

“Besides,” lifting up my skirt so he could quite clearly see that I was suspender clad myself, quite deliberately as you can all imagine, “wearing stockings and suspenders is utterly delicious. I can FULLY understand just why you feel the way you do about them, and anyway, why should it just be us girls who can delight in their pleasures?”

His eyes virtually bulged out of their sockets at the sight of my stockings, and his lips moved into a very revealing smile as I took one of his hands, placing it upon the sheer nylon covering my own pins. “I know Joan sees things differently, but, believe me, so far as I am concerned there’s nothing wrong with you, and nothing for you to be ashamed of by wanting to taste the utterly beautiful feel of nylon on your own legs.”

However, for now my seduction plans needed to be put on hold, as a waitress arrived with his food, which I allowed him to eat the majority of in silence, just gently sipping on my coffee in the meantime.

And then, as had been my intention all along, but giving the impression that it has just occurred to me, I beamed a welcoming, warm smile in his direction, and simply asked, “are you busy this afternoon?” It was time to get serious, time for the business of this day.

“No, not at all, Mrs Johnson. Have you anything in mind?” From my point of view, the perfect reply. Game ON, it appeared.

“Well, whilst I am busy, but that isn’t until another hour or so,” mustn’t appear to be TOO keen. “Time enough for you to come around to my home and for you to try on some of MY stockings. Up for it?”

The look of sheer and utter delight upon his face told me all that I needed to know, I’d hit the jackpot alright! “Really? You’re not playing some sort of game here, Mrs Johnson?”

“No Darling, I don’t play games with other people’s feelings. I’m serious, if you wish you’re welcome to come to my place and see for yourself how wonderful sheer nylon can feel against the skin of your legs. Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll be telling NOBODY, particularly Joan. It will be strictly between us; you CAN fully trust me here. One more thing though, less of the ‘Mrs Johnson’ please. My name is Elsie, I’d like you address me as such, especially if you’re going to accept my genuine offer. Which comes with NO strings attached, by the way, I’m not demanding or expecting anything from you in return. Just the satisfaction that comes from helping another human being.”

Come on, was there the slightest chance that he was going to refuse? Not a hope in hell! The look that I received in return for my offer was purely and simply a total joy to behold. “Yes please, Mrs John.. sorry I mean Elsie. I’d love to come back to your place with you.”

He didn’t even bother to finish his meal, rising to his feet and following me to my car. We didn’t really speak at all during the ten minutes, or so, journey to my home. Nor when we reached our destination, wherein I took his hand in mine, as I led into my house, guiding him up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Going over to my, quite extensive it must be said, lingerie collection, soon I selected a suitable satin suspender belt, and then a set of sheer nylon stockings. And a set of my, very skimpy, satin panties. Handing them out to him, “do you want me to leave in order for you to have some privacy? Or would you like me to stay and help you get into these? Don’t worry, I was a married woman, and so I’ve seen it all before!”

I wasn’t sure just what to make of his reply that he’d like me to stay. Sure, it meant I’d earnt his trust, but I guess that it also signified that sex with me, although clearly not my aim today, wasn’t on the agenda. I was his ex-girlfriend’s mother, obviously old enough to be his own.

That actually suited my purposes, as I was playing the ‘long game’ here. I’d completely lied to him about the need to be somewhere else this afternoon, not putting any pressure to go to bed with me at all on him this day. Although, that was exactly what I wanted, and with him not just ON it, by the way, I knew I had to take things steady, for the aforementioned reason, if nothing else. I had to entice him, break down his resistance, bit by bit. And that would take time, I fully accepted that. And, although those internet ‘women’ made things look so easy, remember I hadn’t played the seduction game for quite some time now. Well over twenty years in fact.

So, apart from removing my leather jacket, and that action was purely down to the relatively high temperature inside of my house, I made no move whatsoever to take off any of my clothing, no doubt reassuring my target, that if sex was off his aims for the day, it was absent from mine too.

Therefore, I simply sat on my bed, offering to help him in any way, but making it crystal clear that I wouldn’t act unless he asked me to. Soon he was absolutely naked, and once he’d relieved his body of his own garments, it was time to adorn himself in mine. With me clocking but making no comment at all, his reasonably sized cock, about six inches, or one hundred and fifty millimetres for those who deal in such units, in length.

He went to grab the panties first, and now I did intervene, if only in the form of words and not actions. “Put the suspender belt on first, Darling, it’s best to feed the suspenders UNDER the panties.” Lifting my skirt, leather to match my jacket incidentally, to show him that’s precisely what I’d done myself. “You never know, you might well meet a woman who, unlike my Joan, accepts you in stockings and wants the panties removed!” Winking at him, who took it that way it was NOT intended, as a joke and not a hint! Never mind, it was still early days, and he did indeed follow my advice, putting on the belt first, and then the panties.

As he grabbed one of the sheer stockings, it became abundantly obvious that he didn’t have slightest clue of how to fit it correctly, forcing me, apparently reluctantly but in reality, nothing of the sort, to intercede. “Sit down on my bed, Sweetheart, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

I rolled the stocking upon itself, in the time-honoured way, putting over his toes, and then, in the normal manner, pulled it over his foot and ankle, gently up his leg, where I left him to attach the suspender clasps. This was a bright and intelligent lad, he’d paid attention and made a very fair job of fitting the second stocking himself, managing to do so without laddering it at all, and bear in mind Ladies and Gentlemen, that I do NOT purchase cheap stockings that are not sheer, ever. He was fully ready.

Simon’s quite a good-looking lad at the best of times, and to both of us this was one of those occasions. Getting to his feet, delighting in the utterly delicious feel of sheer nylon on his legs for the very first time, I considered him to be an absolute joy for my eyes, and my wet pussy come to think of it. Oh, how I wanted to undress myself, and take him to bed, right there and then? But I managed to stop myself, just where the self-control came from, I’ve NO idea!

Instead, I had him pace up and down my bedroom, taking out my ’phone and taking a snap of him, dressed thus. But not before asking him if I could, having assured him that, completely honestly, said snap was for my own private viewing only. Also asking him for his own number, which I dialled immediately. Why, when he was in my own bedroom, about two feet away from me? So, he’d have my number in his possession, of course, I wanted him to be able to contact me in the foreseeable future.

Because now, after a period of roughly ten minutes, I lied to him, stating that I, untruthfully, needed to go out myself, making him remove my lingerie and put his own clothes back on. Whereas I could have simply allowed him to keep it on and place his own apparel over it. Why?

Because then if he wanted to taste the delicious sensation again, he’d be able to do himself, and wouldn’t need to come into my ‘parlour,’ as it were, again. Whereas I wanted him to begin to associate ME with wearing stockings, accepting my home as the only place he could do so, and not be mocked, judged or any other negative reaction. Hopefully, at some stage in the future, be shagged instead! Shagged in the manner of MY choosing.

Why hadn’t he simply purchased his own stockings and suspender belt, I hear you ask, a not unreasonable question, it must be said? I could only speculate here, but I guess he’d considered them as FEMALE items, only being allowed to be purchased by a woman, and he felt the need of a female partner when he indulged, as it were. Well, if that was the case here, then I wanted ME to be that female.

So, then I replaced my jacket over my form and ran him home, pretending to then depart, for my imaginary rendezvous. Instead, I returned to my bedroom, stripped down to my lingerie, and pleasured myself with my favourite vibrator. Would my ‘fish’ take to bait? Oh, and just to ‘tie up the loose ends’ as it were, I did have that steak and kidney pie for my evening meal that day. Utterly delicious it was too!

[LunaDog]

I began to wonder if my plans had been fruitless after all, as Simon kept me waiting until the Thursday evening of the following week, before his call came through. But as soon as it did, I knew that it was time to move on to the next stage of my planned seduction of him. I responded to his request to visit my home again, to be placed within my lingerie once more, by informing him to perform all of his necessary chores, BEFORE he came around to my house. Because, as I informed him, I had nowhere to go upon the following Saturday, and he could stay for a long time, even overnight if he so wished. Oh, he was going to, make NO mistake about that!

Because this occasion was the one where he was going to be introduced to my bed, if not yet tied to it. And my leather suit would be nowhere in sight, in fact none of my outer garments would be. I selected a very sexy satin basque, one that I’d had for some time, if my Jeff would never consent to being placed within female lingerie, like most red-blooded males he had NO objection to me wearing it, far from it; together with the obligatory sheer stockings to welcome him into my home when he called. I even considered not wearing any panties at all, but decided against it, after all they could be removed quickly enough, if my plans came to fruition!

Now, at this stage, there’s something that I need to point out. In my early twenties, the age where Jeff and I had started our union, I’d been, simply, stunningly sexy. Slim, fairly tall, my golden hair cascaded from my head, featuring my beautiful visage, I’d been the target of many a male. Although I’d selected the very handsome Jeff to become my life’s partner, and neither of us had betrayed the other during our time together.

Point is that although at was less than two years until I’d spent complete half-century upon this earth, whilst that age had diminished my natural beauty somewhat, there was still a fair amount left over too, meaning I was still a stunner. I’d looked after myself well, for example while I wasn’t teetotal by any means, I’d never really overindulged in excessive alcohol consumption. I’d also exercised well, if not obsessively. Meaning I could still really ‘turn it on’ when I wanted to. As I very much did so now, hoping that Simon was one, as most of them were, submissive males who’d come to almost worship older women.

So, when Simon knocked upon my door, just before lunchtime on that Saturday, I opened it just wearing the lingerie items that I described earlier, although they were covered by an, almost see-through, dressing gown. As he entered, clocking the sight of me thus adorned, there basically was one of two ways this could have gone. He could have taken one look at me, realised just what my intentions for him were, turned turtle, and effectively run off as fast as he could do, muttering an apology informing me that he had no desire for that, and the ‘Mrs Johnson’ would have probably been back instead of ‘Elsie.’

To my immense relief though, he did no such thing. Instead, he took the other option, eyes almost popping out of his sockets, as he simply stood there, utterly speechless, taking in the sight of me, and my overt sexuality. He WANTED this and he wanted me. For, when I described that I played with myself, caught fully in desire for him after he’d spent that, all too brief, time dressed in my stockings earlier, what I didn’t know is that he’d done the exact same thing when he’d returned home himself. Just I’d hoped for, that dressing up had made him want me as much, if not more, than I desired him. Yes, he’d often dreamt of being the sexual property of a M.I.L.F. a role he’d hoped that I’d fulfil after that memorable afternoon. It seemed, beyond any doubt now, that I’d worried over nothing.

I gazed into his eyes with my own, fully clocking the desire that burnt within them. Just as I hoped, it was a full desire not to have me, but for him to be had by me. He clearly wanted to be mine, he craved belonging to me, of being my sexual property, for me to do just I wanted to him. I’d hit the complete jackpot, it appeared.

So, after I’d undone and dropped the dressing gown, I found his lips with mine, his mouth had been fully open at the sight of me, and initiated a kiss, into which I put every amount of passion and longing that I possessed, although please bear in mind it had over two years since I’d played these games. Whatever, it sent my prey the very clear message that he was utterly mine now.

“We’d better wend our way upstairs my Darling. To where my bed awaits, and yes, upon it are my, or should I now say your, stockings and a suspender belt. Oh, and some panties, although it rather seems that we won’t be needing them now.” Wiggling my way out of my own such items.

We almost ran up my stairs and this time I had to place him into the stockings myself, once he’d quicky stripped himself naked, because in the grip of total sexual excitement, as he clearly was, he’d have undoubtedly laddered, or somehow damaged them. Then we almost fell onto my satin covered, although a champagne shade instead of the ‘fully in one’s face’ black, bed. I was about to indulge in my first full sexual liaison with a male since the death of my husband!

Well, did the earth move? No, not exactly, for a variety of reasons that I’ll explain in a moment. But nevertheless, it was a fully satisfying afternoon, gradually improving in quality throughout, until after a good few couplings I finally obtained a climax, although not earth-shattering in any way and quite mild. Although not a fantastic time, it left us both wanting more, both of us fully knowing, that as D:Ream once sang, ‘things can only get better.’

So, what had stopped this sex from being the outstanding session that we both so desired? Our complete inexperience for one thing. For although this was far from the first time I’d shared a bed with a male, please remember it had been the first such occasion for over two years, it was also the first time that I’d been expected to take the ‘lead’ as it were. In ALL of my previous times, most of them with Jeff of course, but there had been some before I met him, it had been the MALE who drove things, I had simply responded to his agenda.

But now I was sharing a bed with a man who desired for me to push matters along instead. Which proved to be a damn sight more difficult than I’d ever imagined, God those internet ‘women’ had make it look SO easy! Add this to the fact that this particular male was very inexperienced in between the sheets, he’d only lost his ‘cherry’ a few weeks ago now, to my daughter of all people! Clearly not possessing the first clue on just how to go about things.

However, I believed that another factor was present here, please bear in mind that neither Simon nor I brimmed with self-confidence in general. There was one more step for the pair of us to take to finalise my ‘conquest’ of him, I needed to tie him to my bed. Do you know of that situation, where one knows what the answer will be just what one is looking for, but one still can’t believe that the other party will consent, and not refuse in the long run? I truly believed that was the score here, neither of us were completely certain, I still had doubts as to whether he’d allow me to tie him up, whereas he possibly didn’t believe that I wanted to.

Well, as we were both drifting of to sleep, at the end of this day, I summoned up the courage to raise the question. Grabbing both of his arms, I went for it, “Darling, how do you fancy the idea of these being secured to my bedposts? And your ankles down the other end of my bed? So, you’ll be utterly mine?”

[tiedinbluetights]

Wonderfully told story! Eager for more parts! And I do love the Mother's wise words to both her daughter and then her daughter's ex. An excellent setup for the "slow-burn".

[LunaDog]

Wonderfully told story! Eager for more parts! And I do love the Mother's wise words to both her daughter and then her daughter's ex. An excellent setup for the "slow-burn".

Thank you. You know, the more i think of it, the more i'm pleased with creating these two. With neither of them full of self-confidence, they are both 'fumbling' into their relationship, yes, both making mistakes upon the way. But, both Elsie and Simon are fundamentally decent and honest people who have the same goal, a loving sexual liaison that is driven by her. However, she is doing so with her customary kindness, making him feel he can totally TRUST her as they stumble along. Above all, i feel that their tale is, above all, realistic.

[LunaDog]

Now that bondage has finally entered into the equation, Ladies and Gentlemen, shall we see how Elsie manages to tie up her captive?



The look of pure devotion, combined with joy and relief, confirmed his utter agreement. After all he wished for this as much, if not more, than I did. “I’d utterly LOVE for you to do that, Elsie, I wanted that ever since you first allowed me to wear your stockings. It feels like my destiny! The answer’s YES!”

After a quick kiss, I announced, “well that’s settled then. Although let’s, both of us have a good nights sleep first. I have this feeling that we’ll both need to be at our best, stamina wise.”

Somehow, that’s what we both achieved, with the pair of us far too excited to worry about any breakfast at all, although both of us recognised the need to visit the bathroom, to toilet at either end, and to thoroughly wash ourselves of the sweat and other bodily fluids generated by our efforts so far this weekend. In fact, I insisted on the pair of us changing stockings, the ones we had been wearing full of said fluids, and in my case, I needed to change the basque too. Now instead of being in black, as I had been yesterday, the satin and nylon adorning my body was bright red instead. Black still being the colour for my partner, however

I had in my possession at least four satin dressing gowns, and it was the belts from these that were going to consist of my bondage ties. With those in hand I bade my potential prisoner lie on the top surface of the bed, yes fitted with a new, clean satin sheet, like me also in red now. And spread himself out. He obeyed instantly, and without question, come on this was HIS fantasy too.

Now, while this was the very first occasion where Simon was going to allow himself to be confined thus, it was also the first time I’d ever indulged in the art. Whilst I wanted to be sure that the bondage that I was about inflict was utterly secure and inescapable, my main priority was always going to be Simon’s safety and welfare. I wanted to ensure that my ties weren’t too tight and wouldn’t endanger his blood circulation for example. In other words, there was far more to this bondage lark than meets the eye.

Well, I’m utterly certain that I succeeded, my very first bondage attempt don’t forget, as far as safety was concerned, and I was pretty sure that I’d also got the security part right as well.

Although I’d taken at least twice as long as a professional or experienced dominatrix to fulfil the task, here was Simon, now the complete captive of my bed. He was now mine, mine to do just what I chose to him, how I chose and for as long as I chose, with him in no position to stop my desires here. Although I hoped that he felt he could fully trust me, I intended him no harm whatsoever.

There was one more aspect that I wished to inflict upon him though, I wanted to deny him the power of sight, as many if not all, of those women on the internet had done to their partners. I hadn’t invested in a proper blindfold just yet, after all my plans for Simon may not have worked out, but I did have a black silk scarf, that would do the job quite satisfactory. My now captive certainly believed so, making absolutely no attempt of any resistance at all as I fed the scarf around his head, making sure that I knotted it on the side, so he didn’t have to lie on said knot at all. Finally, he was ready, ready for me to ravish him on my terms.

Let’s just say that the quality of the sex today was vastly superior to that of the previous day. Several factors contributed to that desirable state of affairs I believed. Firstly, although mistakes had been made then as we fumbled our way into this relationship, lessons had been learnt, by both of us, from those mistakes. We both clearly wanted this to work, and we were patient enough to realise that might take time.

But I felt the overwhelming factor is that we’d both relaxed, the question of bondage having been addressed, and to both of our satisfaction, that question and the nervousness that it had generated was firmly out of the way now. We could both calm down to a very large degree, and start to enjoy things instead.

So, whilst the sex on this morning wasn’t still of the highest order that I’d ever participated in, it was a damn sight closer that of the day before. Enough for me to bring myself to some very good, if not great, climaxes and I’d even made fair progress in the art of timing them to coincide with his own.

Oh yes, by the time that exhaustion began to overwhelm me, forcing me to bring matters to a head, about two hours later, something had been established between my captive and I. That things were now progressing well, and that we both wanted to continue this affair, that was developing very nicely now. And there was a major opportunity just over the horizon, a legacy of Simon’s doomed relationship with my Joan.

For, as I soon checked with him, they had planned to spend a week together away from home, and he had booked the time off work. Which was still the case. “Now, then Darling, have you any idea as to how you will spend that week off, now? For I have a suggestion, no it’s an ORDER now, as to what you’re going to be doing then.”

“What do have in mind, Elsie?”

“That’s Mistress Elsie now, Darling. Simple really, you’re now going to be here during that week, and you going to be my complete sex slut within that time.”

In all of my life to date, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a face so full of longing, so full of almost puppy devotion than I clocked at that moment. “Yes please, Mistress Elsie. I’d just love to spend that week here, under your total command. I need to be yours; I want to serve you in any way I can. Please keep me here all week and show me no mercy!”

I assured him that he was indeed to be shown none of that particular commodity, and after he’d left to return home, I fired up my computer, I needed to purchase some ‘goodies’ for that week alone together ahead. Like a few proper blindfolds, sure my scarf had acted as a very satisfying substitute, but there was nothing to compare with the real thing, was there? And these were those proper, expensive ones, the type that allow NO light to penetrate at all, plunging their wearer’s world into TOTAL darkness! At least one of them was red instead of the normal black, that was soon becoming my colour of choice.

And a good few more stocking and suspender sets. Whilst my lingerie collection was already quite extensive, bear in mind that there would be two people present, with both of us suspender clad for the whole time, unless we were bathing or showering. And that would need a few changes of nylon leg coverings, due to the main theme of our activities that week. Some more items were duly purchased then, ones that fully alleviated my fears over the quality of my ‘rope work.’ Several cuff sets, both of the leather variety and also of the, fur lined, steel sort. With none of them being the cheap type, one with latches that possibly the wearer could undo themselves with. Oh no, when my captive was going to end up in my hands, he would do so in a completely inescapable manner! To that end I even ordered some small padlocks, to hold the buckles of those leather cuffs shut, once I’d fastened them thus. He was going to be mine alright! But there was one final item I purchased, one more thing that revealed some more of my plans for him that week.

There was just the matter of my securing that week off as paid leave, but that was never going to be a problem for me. For as I explained at the very bringing of this tale, I was in a very smug financial position, basically I did my job, heading the accounts department of the engineering company that employed me, because I enjoyed the work and not because I depended upon the money such employment paid me. Meaning they needed me more than I needed them, and so my holiday request, despite the short notice period, was never going to be denied. For if they’d done so, I’d be gone on a permanent basis, and they knew it.

My God, didn’t the time before that week just drag? But finally, the Friday afternoon that marked its commencement arrived, and as normal, we both left work at lunchtime. I’d ordered him home first, in order to make his preparations for being absent for this forthcoming week effective. I also had a few matters to attend to myself, without him being in my way.

[LunaDog]

So, it was as afternoon was passing into evening before he knocked upon my door. Which was opened by me wearing a red suspender belt, holding up stockings of the same hue. NO panties! Although, at this moment of time, this fact was concealed by a dressing gown, I mean it just might NOT have been him at my door!

Naturally, as soon as it became established that my visitor was Simon, and he’d passed through the door, which I both shut and locked behind him, that gown fell straight to the floor. He turned to me, with a slight look of dis-appointment on his face. “Mistress, far from it for me to question you, but where’s the basque? You look SO delicious within it, not that you don’t look great anyway. Nice tits, by the way.”

Putting on a fake ‘Southern Belle’ accent, I responded with, “why thank you, kind Sir,” before my tone changed completely, becoming far harder and more authoritative. “How dare you question me, your supreme Mistress? Although, whilst I may well punish you later, I will deign to give you an, underserved, reply. What does wearing a basque cover up, whereas not being within one leave exposed?

“Your tits, Mistress?” Hoping he’d answered correctly.

He had. “Exactly, My tits. Which you, yourself have just commented upon the quality of, just now. And up until this point you have never chewed upon, have you?”

“No, I haven’t yet enjoyed the pleasure Mistress.”

“No, you haven’t. Now whilst I accept the responsibility for that, it was my decision to ‘encase’ them within a basque each time we’ve met before, now I want that situation to change, and you WILL be servicing them later. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m so sorry that I was so disrespectful just then by asking.”

“Apology accepted, although as I’ve already said I might punish your indiscretion later. But let us turn to more positive things, let’s attend to the matter in hand. STRIP! And then put all of your clothing, including your footwear into that holdall bag over there!” Pointing at just so a container lying on the floor.

Naturally he obeyed without any further questions, and once he’d done so, now completely naked, I issued another command to him. “Zip it up!” There were, in fact two zips on this bag that met together. I now threw him a small padlock. “Lock them together.” Once more he complied and now, with my prey having absolutely no idea where the key to said padlock was located, he’d kissed goodbye to wearing any male clothing until I, and ONLY I, decided otherwise!

“Into my living room, please.” He didn’t know anything about the cuffs that awaited him upon my bed, and that final item I’d purchased lay within my spare room, as yet I also wished for that to be a surprise for him. He swiftly did as I commanded, well aware that he’d made a very poor start to proceedings, by questioning his Mistress.

There lay another scarlet suspender belt and stocking set. “Put them on! Now!” Another swift compliance. But there was another item present, the red blindfold that I’d bought. “Fit that.” He did so, and now, of course, he could see nothing.

So, I had to guide him up the stairs and into my bedroom, where my satin covered bed, complete with leather cuffs fitted to each of the four corner bedposts, waited. Assisting my prey onto its satin covered surface, I soon manoeuvred him into the central position where I wanted him.

I was soon standing right by the bedpost nearest to his left arm, taking hold of said limb, I began the process of enclosing his wrist within leather. An action that had him almost squealing with delight. “Mistress has been busy!” Delight that simply intensified when the ‘snap’ sound betrayed the fact that I’d secured the buckle firmly shut with the little padlock present there.

As I moved around the bed, I secured each limb by turn, so by the time I returned to the upper end of my bed, both of his ankles had leather rings surrounding them. In a few moments his final limb, his right arm had also found itself attached to my bedroom furniture, and his capture by me was complete. He was mine!

It was exactly now that I showed just why I wasn’t wearing a basque today. For I wanted some foreplay here, I mean we had all week available to us, there was no rush. Into his waiting mouth I guided my left tit, for him to chew upon the upstanding nipple there.

I don’t know whether he’d ever performed such an act before, had he, for instance, had a chew of Joan’s? Whatever, he proved to a master of the art. His chewing of that nipple was exquisite, gentle but also firm at the same time, wetting my aching pussy to an almost unbearable degree. After a minute or so, I withdrew my nipple, offering its sister to his mouth instead.

But, of course, my pussy was becoming impatient, to a degree where it couldn’t be ignored any more. Delightful though this servicing of my breast was, it could wait for that annoying period when he’d cum, and his batteries needed to re-charge. Time to get straight to it!

So, I moved backwards upon his body, raised myself onto my hunches, and for the first time of that truly memorable week, I lowered my glistening pussy upon his rampant cock, that was as hard as a steel rod. Utterly DELICIOUS!

In fact, it felt SO good that I simply held myself there, his organ fully immersed within myself, for some time as I fully savoured the wonderful feeling it generated. And then, very slowly at first, I started to ride him, commencing the motions of sex. Gradually increasing the speed and frequency of my pumps, until I was pounding my captive at ‘full throttle,’ my vaginal muscles starting to earn their living.

As so often occurs between sexual couples, that first time was over far too quickly, but at least when the climax arrived, and ecstasy took over, it was almost simultaneous and a bloody good one. Allowing to me reflect, when I became actually capable of thought that is, just how far we’d come together in the relatively short period of time we’d been with one another, proving the wisdom of not giving up on each other after those unsatisfactory early fumblings. Yes, it HAD been worth it, most assuredly.

Naturally, now started that annoying period of time where Mother Nature torments us humans, and his cock had gone completely limp. Time for my tits to come back into the equation. Once again, I resumed the position in which I could feed them into his mouth, and this time there were no distractions to divert my attention from the outstanding effect that my captive’s chewing upon them generated. I could, and most certainly did, savour the experience.

Pleasant though that had been, it was not the main business of the night, and soon my companion’s cock had restored itself to a condition to allow that to resume. Which, naturally, it did. Lasting a little longer this time, before the same, thoroughly enjoyable, outcome, or should that be outCUM, occurred. Both of us screaming loudly, firmly within ecstasy’s TOTAL grip. We were getting rather good at this!

Therefore, our first shagging of this week together continued in the same vein, one thoroughly enjoyable climax after another, until finally my strength and stamina began to fail, and we stopped. I released him immediately, with the whole week available there was no point of prolonged the session, when we’d be able to continue once I’d regained my freshness. No, down to the kitchen we went, and as I fully intended, I cooked for the last time that week. He’d be taking over that particular task for the rest of our togetherness, although he had NO idea of this for the moment. After supper, it was back to my bed, but purely to sleep now.

After the sun had already made an appearance, next morning, that state of slumber had ended for me, long before it did for him. Long enough, for that when he did awaken, he found himself as my complete captive again, I’d succeeded in fastening those leather cuffs without stirring him awake, and it was the ‘click’ sound of me securing the buckles shut, with use of those padlocks, that had bought his slumbers to an end. He awoke to find that he was already helpless!

Although, the delightful look upon his face displayed the undeniable fact that this wasn’t a problem as far as he was concerned, no, his visage betrayed the situation that this condition I’d reduced him too was just what he’d wanted. As did his eyes, until I covered them with the blindfold, that is. Having successfully taken him, with the sleep having had the effect of restoring my stamina, I set about him. Again, much to his delight.

Having enjoyed two very high-quality shags together, I bought matters to a halt, I had other plans for this new day. Plans involving that purchase I’d made. And I’d released him, it was time for us both to shower, him in my main bathroom, whereas I cleaned myself in the en-suite of my master, or should that be mistress, bedroom.

Showering had resulted in the complete removal of the lingerie that we’d both been wearing, items had now had the smell of last night’s, not to mention this morning’s, activities lingering within them. Our first change of the week, and not just the lingerie itself, but also the colour. Back to being in black, with the return of the basque. For me anyway. It was time to introduce him to my mystery purchase, which awaited in my spare bedroom.

I led him into said room, and there it was, laying upon the bed. A full French Maid’s outfit, made from utterly delicious black, with white accompaniments, satin. Also manufactured, very much, with sexual stimulation in mind, rather than actual labour. However, not for me. The normal household tasks, not to mention meals, would still need to be performed during this week together, and I’d decided that sex wasn’t the only manner in which he was to exist within a state of slavery to me. Far from it. And, besides, although my Joan now regarded this male with very low degree of esteem, that view did not extend to her opinion of his abilities within the kitchen. For as she freely admitted, he’d proven himself to be highly skilled within the confines of said room, during their all too brief liaison. Why shouldn’t I simply tap into this ability? Quite.

“Put yourself into that, please, then take yourself to my kitchen. I’ve been famished by all that sex and fancy a Full English. Which you’re going to cook for me, and for yourself as well if you wish it. Well, chop, chop, what are you waiting for?”

[LunaDog]

I actually assisted him to place himself within his new uniform, like for instance zipping up the back of it, which although he could have done himself, would have proven difficult. I had considered then giving his face some make-up, but that could wait until later. I hadn’t lied when I’d declared that I was hungry.

Once he’d cooked my ordered breakfast, doing a portion for himself which was fully permitted, and having taken his time, I soon discovered that Joan’s high estimation of this aspect of his life, was, if anything, slightly understated. The reason just why he taken such a long time to cook this meal became revealed as nothing less than a desire to do a proper job. My God, hadn’t he done just that? Every item upon the plate presented to me was cooked to absolute perfection, forming a meal that was simply delicious and, needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed eating. What else could this man, who could no doubt have been a top chef, if he had so chosen, come up with during this week together? My mouth almost began to salivate at the prospect.

Having enjoyed this meal, beyond any doubt, which had been washed down with proper, not instant, coffee, and freshly squeezed orange juice, it was time to clear the table and rinse off the cutlery and crockery, before placing them into the dishwasher. A task that, naturally I left to him. Like I say, his slave duties now extended long beyond just being mine in bed!

Taking of that, as well as changing our respective lingerie because of the undesirable product of our earlier activities, sweat for example, so too did the covering of that piece of furniture need replacing. Which of course, was another task I left to my ‘maid.’ Just as we had ‘changed colour,’ so did my bed, just like us, it went from being covered in red to end up with a black satin sheet over its surface. And when he’d finished?

Something that my hunger, for food believe it or not, had postponed. Until now, “come and sit yourself down in this chair, please. Time for Simon to become Simone!”

Once he’d obeyed, something he did without hesitation, my first act was to shave of all his facial hair, as tightly as I could. Applying a fair dollop of hair removal cream for good measure, afterwards. As the Irishman once said, ‘to be sure, to be sure, to be sure.’

Diving into my make-up collection, I attended his needs, which just happened to co-incide with my fantasies, I then applied the final touch. A very expensive, good job that I was so financially well-endowed, but utterly classy female style wig, of almost the same shade of light brown as his natural hair. By the time I’d finished he was looking at a fully female version of himself, in fact he informed me that he’d have fancied himself, such a good job I’d done. With his, quite natural, effeminate looks assisting me greatly, I’ll be the very first to admit.

His, or maybe by now her, work was still far from finished today, however. My house is generally immaculate and spotless, that being down to the fact that I dust and clean on a regular basis. Not this week though, I had had a ‘maid’ to do all that. And so, he, or again should that be she now, did perform said tasks, with quite some relish. He really did want to serve me well.

When the house was spotless, to my demanding satisfaction, with ‘Simone’ displaying that his high level of domestic skills were far from limited to the kitchen alone, it was off to bed. With him, having stepped out of his new uniform, being confined to it of course, without the use of his eyes once more. I shagged him, good and hard, basically until my stamina ran out, both of us thoroughly enjoying the ‘sexperience!’

You see, especially once I’d become fully aware that the rumours concerning his very levels of domestic skill were NOT exaggerated at all, in fact quite the contrary, I resolved to keep all of the passionate sex to the hours when the sun shone, and not the evenings. Allowing us to savour fully the results of his culinary efforts and share a glass or two, or maybe bottles, of wine to accompany the delicious food he served up for us. And although I’d made sure I’d stocked my larder and fridge extensively beforehand, as we were eating that evenings offering, utterly delicious as ever, he did inform me that certain ingredients for some of the dishes that he’d planned, now he knew that he was to attend to all of the cooking duties, were missing.

Never mind, although the following day was Sunday, meaning that the major supermarket on the edge of town would be open, if for shorter hours than a ‘normal’ day. He could simply go shopping for them. However, there was a catch for him. No, it wasn’t payment, I knew that I could fully trust him with my bank card, having even supplied him my PIN. No, he would perform his shopping duties as a female, he’d go shopping dressed in MY clothing, not his!

As by now I just knew that this suggestion would prove to absolutely no problem to him, he almost squealed with delight when I informed him of this decision of mine. No, there’d be no disturbing of that holdall, now simply slung unceremoniously in my under the stairs cupboard. No, not only was he not afraid of the idea, he actively wanted it.

So, after we’d breakfasted, which in itself didn’t occur after a couple of morning bondage shags, and he’d done his cleaning up chores, it was out of the French Maid’s outfit, and into my leather suit, the one with the skirt just long enough to conceal the fact that the nylon upon his legs were in the form of stockings and not tights. Under the jacket, it was his turn to be placed within one of my basques, with the appropriate level of padding to make as if he possessed, well you know! Covered by one of my beautiful satin blouses, one in a lovely shade of royal blue.

As he departed to go shopping, I remarked to myself that he really did look female, as a quite good-looking young lady. This relationship between us was progressing fantastically, he was proving to be just what I wanted him to be, and I rather suspected that then reverse was also true, I was up to his expectations too.

Well, he returned having thoroughly enjoyed himself, he’d loved wearing my clothing, although he did admit to me that he’d utilised one of the ‘self-service’ tills, avoiding direct contact with another human, enjoying it even more when I allowed him to continue to adorn himself in my gear as he produced a home-made spaghetti bolognese, that took over three hours to cook from scratch, and tasted absolutely divine. With the food being this good, and with a couple of bottles of a classy chianti being consumed, there was no further bedroom action that day.

A state of affairs that I was in no mood to allow to continue as the next day dawned. Oh no, the primary purpose of this week was sex, when all was said and done. First thing next morning therefore he found himself, fresh, clean stockings for both of us, back confined to bed as it were. With the other sort of hunger, the need for food, not prevalent today I could and did keep him fully within my sexual grip, for as long as wished to, or to be more honest, until I was utterly spent! Setting the tone for rest of that truly fantastic week.

I week that I spent satisfying my hunger, in both senses of the word, using my slave’s considerable abilities mercilessly, in the bedroom and the kitchen. Cementing our relationship, fully realising that both of us were precisely what the other wanted them to be. So much so, that after that amazing period of time came to an end, we continued to such a degree that Simon left his rather pokey rented flat and now lives here with me, completely under my domination, just as he wants it. Spending all of his time within these four walls in female attire, and although I do allow him to report to work wearing male clothing, there’s always some stockings underneath his trousers. Oh yes, he’s mine alright, I think it’s fair to say that he has become, very much with his agreement and actual desire,

A SISSY OF MY VERY OWN.

[tiedinbluetights]

Vey nice continuation. To bad the story ends here! Nevertheless, I look forward to reading more of your stories @LunaDog

[LunaDog]

Thank you once again. I can assure you that i intend to keep writing, indeed one of benefits of my recent illness is that, being forced not to go to work, i have plenty of time on my hands for writing. And hopefully i will continue to enjoy creating characters as much as i enjoyed the telling of these two.