A New Perspective · Part 1 (1/2)
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NOTE: My girlfriend doesn't get what I get out of bondage. She tolerates it when I tie her up but won't tie me up anymore. Like all things, the less you get something, the more you want it, the more
I think I'm willing to try and the darker the fantasies get. That's all this is I'm afraid to say; a work of fantasy. Who knows, I might get lucky; my girlfriend might read this and decide she wants to act it out. I'm also English so I use the word tights instead of pantyhose which I normally see on the site. Also, it was written to be one story but if the feedback is good, I might continue it.
Sitting at home, surfing the net, I'm trying to enjoy the last working day of my week off work (it's Friday). If my girlfriend didn't start at 7:30am (finishing at 5:30pm) and hadn't insisted I get up every morning at 6:30 to take her to the hospital where she works, I could've enjoyed laying in a lot more. I didn't realise until later but the messages came in at exactly every half an hour, the first at 9:00.
"Hello Slave," it began. "This is your Mistress. I might be a long way away but I know you'd never disobey me, would you?"
I smiled as I read the message, my mind already working overtime as to what she could be planning but quickly typing a reply. "No Mistress.
I would never disobey you."
Her reply was quick, almost as if she'd already written it. "I didn't think so. Now, the first thing I want you to do is go and shower. While you're in there, I want you to shave everything except your head. Face, armpits, groin and legs, I want you bald. And I want before and after pictures to prove you've done it. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress," I quickly text back. We both own camera phones to sending a picture to her wasn't going to be a problem. Switching off the computer, I got naked and took a picture of my hairy legs then went to shower, doing as she asked. I've never shaved my legs or armpits before, it was a unique if longer than I expected experience.
I took pictures of one of my armpits, now bald cock and balls and one of my hairless legs.
"Hello Slave," said the next text message. "Very good job.
Now tell me, and don't lie to your Mistress. What are you wearing?"
"Nothing Mistress," I said truthfully. "You didn't tell me to put clothes on so I didn't."
"Well done slave. Now what I want you to do is go into my drawer, find a matching set of my underwear and put them on. Then send me pictures. GO!"
This was new territory for me and I had to think about it. I'd never warn women's clothes before. I felt embarrassed but knew I was in my own home and alone so in the end, I did it. Knowing she only owns thongs didn't make my choice any easier as I eventually settle on a silk black and red set. We're almost identical in size (I'm a little bit taller) and even have the same size feet so her clothes fitting me wasn't going to be an issue.
Putting them on, the feeling was a little cold albeit smooth and soft.
I adjusted my genitals for best fit in them, trying to make sure the material didn't disappear too far up my ass crack. I did feel very silly posing for a picture of them but I knew the punishment from my Mistress would be a lot worse than feeling a little embarrassed. After a minute or two, the material warmed up and it didn't feel all that bad.
I eagerly awaiting my Mistress' reply but with each passing minute, doubt began to enter my head. Did she like it? What if she hadn't? What would she do to me? I felt silly and embarrassed and even considered taking them off. How would she know? It was when my phone went off at 10am exactly I began to get some idea of her timing and felt better about her not replying sooner.
"You look very nice slave," her message began. "But you need some padding. Put toilet roll or something in the bra. They need to look like proper breasts. And while you're at it, take some tights out of my drawer and put them on. Not dark ones, just tan.
I want to be able to see my panties through them. I know it goes without saying you're not to play with yourself or cum but I'll say it anyway. I expect pictures soon."
Looking through her drawer again, I panicked when I could only find dark ones that didn't have a ladder in them and wondered where I was going to get a pair from. Briefly, I considered texting my Mistress and asking her what I should do but guessed she'd tell me to go and buy some and dressed as I was (she wouldn't let me wear anything except perhaps my jacket) that idea didn't really appeal to me. Luckily, another search found a tan pair in good condition.
I'd seen my girlfriend put them on several times and knew you had to start at the feet and move them up very carefully. I'd never seen her have the problems I did with static electricity as I pulled them up.
They lived up to their name as they were tight, pushing the panties into my groin and sending a rush of blood to it. I will admit, seeing my erection out of the top of women's underwear but seeing it unable to escape the top of her tights was quite a turn-on.
I'd added some kitchen roll to her bra, trying to get them even and round, even if the edges scratched a bit. Taking a picture of my tan tight covered erect cock and panties, I sat on the sofa, held my camera
/ phone above my head and sent a birds-eye view of my tight covered legs and "cleavage".
Knowing I had 15 minutes before she'd text again, I did what all men who was wearing women's undergarments would do, I washed up. Pressing against the sideboard as I did, felt weird but a good weird as the small barrier of material provided unique sensations. I had to stop as
I knew I'd cum otherwise. Timing it nicely, I finished the washing up as 10:30 arrived and my phone went off.
"I like your style slave but I bet you must be cold in just my bra.
Go into my wardrobe again and find a blouse. Put it on but leave the top three buttons undone. It's such a pretty bra, I want to be able to see it in the picture."
As soon as I'd read the message, I went to do what it said. I can't say I was enjoying it (though any time I'm in control of my Mistress is a good time) but any clothes would be better than what I was in.
My girlfriend had ordered things off e-bay. What if they got delivered today? I know my Mistress wouldn't tolerate any excuse for not answering the door, even dressed as I was. In the end, I picked a plain white blouse and put it on, leaving the top three buttons undone. Looking down, I noticed the bra clearly visible through the blouse but decided not to change it, took and sent the picture.
I went back on the computer but soon got off again. The temptation to look at porn in my state of arousal was too great. Just wandering around the house, trying to avoid windows didn't really kill much time but the feelings in my legs as the tights rubbed together was a nice enough distraction, as well as the rubbing on my still erect cock. Soon enough, it was 11:00, my phone beeped again and I had more orders to follow.
"All good so far slave. Now you need something to cover up your bottom half. A skirt. A mini skirt. Choose one that does NOT come below your knee. Picture!"
I knew for a fact that not one below my knee would limit me to a choice of four. In the end, I decided it would be one of two; either a tight denim number or a shorter, black pleated skirt. The decision wasn't an easy one but it was one I had to make quickly as a picture was expected.
In the end, I made the decision I felt was best and decided on the pleated skirt. The denim skirt might have been a little longer but sitting, I couldn't tuck it between my legs to cover things like the pleated skirt would.
Trying to decide what to do until my girlfriend sent me another message, I went into the bedroom and read a book. Looking down my body, I suppose I didn't look too bad. If my girlfriend had worn this outfit, I'd probably have jumped her there and then. I started to think about what she would look like in this outfit and, without really thinking, reached under the skirt, into the tights and started playing with myself.
It only took a dozen strokes and I was ready to cum. Luckily, my mind caught up with me and I pulled my hand out just in time. I put all my effort into concentrating on my book which was hard but it wasn't long until it was 11:30 and she text again.
"Very, very good slave but something is missing. Why don't you put on the wig I wore to the party last week? There should still be some toupee tape left. Use that. We wouldn't want it to come off now would we?"
The wig in question was one she wore to a fancy dress party when she went as Supergirl. Her naturally brown hair didn't got well with that so a long, blonde wig was needed to complete the outfit, and mighty fine she looked too. Not really sure how to use the tape, I put three strips on my head, put the wig on top and press down. Some testing tugs and even a bending upside down showed me it wasn't coming off.
A quick picture, holding the camera out as far as I could to get as much of me in the picture as possible before I sent it. This time, I used the picture message facility on my phone to send myself a copy through e-mail.
By the time I'd opened up Outlook, the picture was there and there I stood. Except it wasn't me. It was my body shape and traces of my face were visible under and around the wig but somehow, it didn't look like me. I wouldn't say I was an attractive looking "girl" but
I was by no means an ugly one. Having the pictures saved on my phone, I sent all of to my e-mail address and made a little montage of my change from me, to woman. Before I knew it, it was noon and my phone beeped again.
"So far, so good slave but need something else. Make up.
Lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, nail polish, the works. Get to it!"
Quickly finding the make-up bag in the bathroom, I set about doing what my Mistress told me. I started with lipstick, a fairly dark red which took me a couple of attempts to get right; I kept spreading it too far.
I did the nail polish next which might not have been the smartest move as it was still wet when I did the others. On top of that, the only colour I could find was a bright pink and I briefly hesitated but soon got on with it. I found a pale blue eyeshadow and managed to get it put on so it looked fairly even before putting black mascara on my eyelashes.
I took close up pictures of my face and hands, sent them to my Mistress and e-mail then went to look in the mirror in the bathroom.
I had to admit, I didn't look all that bad. The make-up was okay but not over the top, my hair was a little brighter than my natural blond colour and of course, a lot longer. The bra was on display but you couldn't see any kitchen roll and they looked almost natural. Running my hand up my legs to feel them, I couldn't help but feeling my ass too, flipping the skirt up to show my barely thong covered ass. Turning around and lifting the front of the skirt, I noticed my erection had fallen.
I wasn't completely soft but soft enough to move it around in the panties to try and remove a bulge. I wasn't 100% successful but felt confident enough that if someone did lift up the skirt, they either wouldn't be able to tell at all or it'd be a few seconds before they guessed what sex I was. I was still looking at 12:25 when my phone went off again, 5 minutes early.
"Aren't you just the prettiest little girl I ever did see," the message began, making me feel embarrassed. "You only need one more thing.
Put my knee high boots on. I know they fit you."
She was right, they did fit me. I put the pair of black, leather boots on, took and sent the picture. No sooner had enough time passed for it to have been delivered to her phone than a reply arrived.
"Oh, you're just so cute. There's just one more thing. I've taken a half day. Come and get me. No jacket. You've got 10 minutes or I'll have to get a bus home."
Immediately, I panicked, my heart started thumping and I felt sick.
The drive was 15 minutes anyway so there was no chance of getting changed and while being inside dressed like I was, was one thing but outside was a no-no. I thought as quick as I could and decided I thought I could get away with it. I could pass as a female if no one looked at how
I walked and if my Mistress had to get a bus home, the entire journey would be used to think of cruel and most likely painful punishments for me.
Grabbing my keys as quick as I could from my jacket pocket, I stepped outside nervously. Pausing as I took a deep breath, I locked the door and walked down the path. Looking each way before I stepped out of my gate, I walked as quick as I dared but with horror as the boot heel was metal tipped and seemed to bang on the pavement with such volume, I thought the whole neighbourhood would be looking at me. Cursing my luck that I'd had to park around the corner, on the main road, I had to wait for 3 cars to pass, all of them stared at me as they did so, and
I still had to run across the road to make it before a fourth came.
I'm sure the skirt must have lifted. If the driver would have looked, he would've seen my underwear.
Finally making to my car, I dived into it and tucked the skirt between my legs before I put the key into the ignition and sped away. I knew
I'd have to go quickly anyway as I headed to her but deliberately didn't look at any other drivers on the other side of the road. If they wanted to look at me, there wasn't much I could do about it. I stopped at a set of traffic lights and kept my head down. It wasn't until
I looked in the mirror to make sure the running hadn't moved the wig that
I saw a police car behind me. I think my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw them and since I didn't fancy trying to explain why I looked like I did when I sounded like I did, I drove up the road at the correct speed limit. Luckily, they turned off when I needed to go straight on so it was only for about 45 seconds but it felt like
45 minutes.
Carrying on at increased speed, I prayed for green traffic lights the rest of the way. Mostly I got them, except at a pedestrian crossing near the local college where I was the first car in the queue. Normally, I'd look to see if there were any attractive college girls but this time
I didn't, even though I could feel eyes watching me. I was even there longer than I needed to be. I hadn't realised the lights had changed and needed the car behind to beep me with his horn before I moved away.
Moving up towards the building where she works, I looked around, expecting to see her waiting outside for me. When she wasn't there, I panicked because I thought she'd got a bus instead. Looking in a window, I saw her standing inside and still in her scrubs. This meant she still had to get changed and that would take her at least 10 minutes. I took my phone out of my pocket and briefly considered sending her a message before realising that wouldn't be smart and instead, kept my head down and pretended I was texting.
Occasionally looking up to see if she was coming, she was already half way across the car park when I saw her so I leant over and unlocked her door. When she got to it, she waited outside, thinking I hadn't unlocked it so I leant over and opened the door as wide as I could. For this, she slammed the car door shut and looked through the window, raising her eyebrows as she did so. I couldn't believe it; she actually wanted me to get out of the car dressed like I was and open her door for her.
Reluctantly, I did so.
"Hello slave. My, don't you look good? Thank you slave,"
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