Message-ID: <16959eli$9811061633@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jewelie@my-dejanews.com Subject: The Red that is Gold 1 of 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,soc.sexuality.spanking Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f X-Rcpt-To: sss-post@amythest.com X-Auth: soc.sexuality.spanking Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <70k12i$rd8$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> The Red that is Gold by JW Introduction Sally and I had met on IRC some months ago and it turned out to be love at first sight, rather at first chat. A few flights to visit each other on the opposite coasts ... that was proof of love, putting up with the flights. She visited me first, staying at a local motel to start. I took her to dinner that night, a modest place with good food that didn't charge for the decore. The right sort of place, not to try to overwhelm on the first date but more than good enough to know there would be at least pleasure in the food if we did not hit it off in person. But we did hit it off. At my place the next afternoon we poured over my collection of magazines and some videotapes in the background. It was quite an unusual first meeting, much like teenagers before the pill was invented. There we were, literally pouring over the material that stimulated both of us to no end but we had sworn not to do anything until we were sure of each other. Both of us contributing "I've tried that"s and "She always gets me hot"s and all the other comments that let us know we had found something to share that we both loved passionately. "What is it you feel when you look at these pictures?" she asked ernestly. "Envy. Envy of the woman who is tied or getting spanked. Always envy of the passive one in the scene." I knew that was the right answer the moment I said it. Her eyes told it all. "Would you like to see my toy collection?" "You know what we promised," she reminded me but she had a deliciously impish look in her eyes. "Just look, I promise you." And I meant it even though I was more than half way aroused. My previous "lives" with women had been good five ways from Sunday but never in this sixth way. She went through everything. All of it virgin to anyone but what I had used on myself. As virgin as I to all of this. The image of being a late-blooming virgin had a certain poignancy to it. My toy box was my trouseau. I had tried it all on but never worn it for anyone. "This all looks so unused," she commented, clearly expecting an explanation. "Mostly unused, yes," I stated clearly, ready to confess, no longer really feeling embarrassed. "I did not mislead you. I know the theory. I am well read and a quick study. And I love the mind set of it all." "But no woman to play with?" It was like a probe into my soul that demanded I give to her but she would not take from me. She picked up the leather cuffs and looked at me and licked her lips. "Turn around," she ordered. "We promised," I objected but none too seriously. She picked up a ball gag, "Shush and turn around or I'll shush you for real." Her eyes were more lust than twinkles, certainly mirrors of my own. The velcro closed them snuggly. I struggled for her. She leaned me back on the floor and lay a bit on top of me. Suddenly her pelvis was grinding into mine. I shot in that moment and she quickly followed. Arrgghhh! like teenagers. But then maybe that is the way people are meant to discover each other when new lives are young. Maybe I will tell the full story of our first meetings some day. But for now it is enough to say that I moved to Florida and together we bought a large house with walled grounds for us to share as our playground. PART I Sally left early that morning. I had barely been awake when I got her eggs and toast ready. If the coffee had not made itself by the timer I might not have been awake enough to do that. It was turning into quite the life we had hoped for. She had a job she enjoyed. I didn't have to work as I had more than enough income to carry both of us. And I am certain we would have carried the other just to be together. I took care of the house, domestic chores and like although that had lead to a few discipline sessions which was also what both of us had hoped for. She was teaching, I was learning, we agreed with the method. Agreed hell, we loved it. The chores were not much really, we had a twice a week maid service for the regular maintenance. It was something I just loved doing and that Sally loved having me do. I loved to cook and was good at it. I was re-learning french style now that I had someone to cook for besides myself. And otherwise I still had time for my contract work, what I did to keep my hand in the business should I ever get restless enough to get back into it full time. But for me the best part, dressing all day, every day, except when I went out to run errands like groceries and dry cleaning. Still then I can wear my underwear, panties at least. Thigh-hi stockings are easy and it was surprising to find just how easy it was to find women's tennis shoes that didn't stand out. After we moved in together I started getting together a nice collection of exceptionally man-tailored cotton slacks and blouses. They were light and airey By paying a little extra or exercising my skills with the sewing machine all my slacks were lined giving my legs delicious feeling. All of this made me conscious of having to be more careful of them while wearing them. So not only did I get the physical sensations but it worked on my head. It got me into a frame of mind that made me so comfortable I was even able to buy my cosmetics without pretending the compare the items carefully with a written list as cover. When I first did this there was a problem. When everything was sharp, neat and spotless people seemed to be able to read me. I got knowing looks. I didn't want any looks. I wanted no attention. I just wanted to blend in. So I became adept at ironing in some wrinkles and wearing things around the house passed the point where they were in need of laundering before wearing them in public. That was what I called my grunge camoflauge. The clothes might not be fully masculine but certainly I was not trying pass. And it appeared people would get as far as the wrinkles or the touch of dirt and look away, not wanting to embarass me. Early on, I began to wonder why I had not done it before, on my own. Most of it was I had no one to dress for. Sure it is fun to dress up, get excited, relieve yourself and get back to something comfortable. It is another to have someone to wake up to, know they may come home during the work day, be beautiful for in the evening and then be bedded. You find you want to look nice for them. Any my fortune beyond all good fortune was finding a woman who wanted me to look nice for her in this way. She wished me to wear well tailored womans clothes that looked good on me. She wished the colors to work together. She wished attention getting accessories and jewelry on me. Her wishes were my enthusiastically obeyed commands. Sally did her part to get what she wanted. She taught me how to dress, how to put outfits together, to mix and match. Once it is explained so you get the hang of what you are doing it, it really is fun. A real challenge too, like finding the perfect accessory that can make many outfits look different with it. Three outfits and the perfect scarf is like having three new outfits for the price of the scarf. I can't explain it really. I'll see if I can get her to write one of these stories some day. I know you are just dying to know ... Yes, I have a french maid outfit. I only wear it on special occasions. It is not a fetish but a fun thing to wear at times. It is just one costume in a growing collection of costumes. And several of them are far from submissive though I have to admit being less partial to those. They are all part of the variety that spices our life together and keeps it fresh and alive. Around the house during the day I dress casual. Usually a simple housedress. I only wear slacks when I need to get them "grunged" for wearing in public. I am usually in flats, sometimes barefoot, rarely more than one inch heels. When I know Sally will be stopping by for lunch, something a bit fancier but it still daywear. Sometimes I just a hugely oversized teeshirt or that football jersey Sally got for me and I love so. I'll have to know you better before I tell you about my underwear. :) And that was today, a bit of laudry, some writing, reviewing a business plan, and studying home decorating catalogs for the rec room in our new home. Not only was it bare but still unfinished. It was my chance to do something like this from the the barebones start. Sally would be home around six and it was time to luxuriate a bit. Going into the routine it still felt like a waste of time but I was getting to love the long soak in the tub. And she loved me fresh and soft and powdered and I wanted to do that for her. I got my hair in the hot rollers, slid my bathcap over them and slipped into the water. Everything seemed to melt away in this sensation. I had long learned what luxuriating felt like. I wasn't much on the bubbles yet but the scented bath oils were something to look forward to. After they changed from being an irregular private experience into an almost daily experience they also stopped being something that caused a raging erection. They simply put me in an intensely erotic mood with thoughts of Sally's reaction to me this way. And of course the body shaving, still a bit annoying for the time it took but it was something to do as the relaxing hot bath cooled to just warm. Besides, I loved the look and feel. Even short stubs of dark brown hair looked and felt much better than dense curly hair all over. And it wouldn't be forever. The electrolysis treatments were working their way up my legs. They were almost to my knees now. As the water got towards cool and I reluctantly left it. I patted dry, not really necessary but an affectation. I dusted with perfumed talc. Not really a necessity but both of us loved the feel and the fragrance. It was like I was marking my territory, leaving my scent in the air, on her, everywhere I went. And she loved being marked. I wrapped myself in a white satin robe and went to get dressed for dinner. This was an anniversary dinner and a Friday. I was going to make very special for Sally. Which anniversary? Let her guess ... I had learned that trick. If she didn't guess correctly, I got flowers or jewelry or more until I stopped being hurt. My underclothing was basic black in lace and satin. And there were sheer black stockings to a matching garterbelt. And I added a black slip. The outfit I planned didn't need it. But the lace trim and wide lace hem would do wonders for Sally's attitude when I moved so she could see it. I loved what I could do to Sally, getting her so hot and horny. I loved teasing her this way. And it would give her more to unwrap later. I was making myself into a little present for her. I love being unwrapped. Makeup, makeup, makeup. Still learning here but practicing real hard (big grin.) I had not gotten a bit of style to it until meeting Sally. And then she had convinced me to do just one thing that had given me motivation, lip collogen. I had objected but she kept at me until she threw me in that briar patch and I had gotten lips, really full lips. Before then the easiest thing to do had never worked for me, lipstick. I was a man with colored lips. I just did everything for the feelings not for the looks. Afterwards, even without color there was something feminine about my face. That was one huge incentive. I wanted to keep them colored just to attract attention to them. And it was passable outside home. Sally was so great at supporting me in becoming what I wanted to become and what she wanted me to be. And after I was so happy with my new lips she started encouraging me to more surgery. I was almost convinced to have my eyes widened along with the face lift that was scheduled for next month. "This way you won't have to go in twice," she kept saying as though it was a foregone conclusion that it was going to happen eventually. I still wasn't sure of getting a butt and hips but with Sally around they seemed inevitable as well. It was a matter of time before she had me comfortable with the idea. And I was always looking longingly at the way her skirts draped so loosely from her hips. But just with my new like doing my eyes had become a compulsion. She still did them much better than I but if I took the time I could do something credible almost doing it right. The more feminine I looked and acted the more aroused, the happier she was. Making her happy was one of the great motivations in my life. So I completed my make up -- facial hair I had had electrolized on my own years before meeting Sally. Foundation, facial color, mimicing Sally's treatment of my cheekbones. I then started on my hair, taking it out of the rollers, spraying and brushing as I went. It wasn't that long yet but I was able to work up a bouyfant style with curves surrounding my face and some modest height on top. It was only a bit lighter than I was born with. Sally had me slowly lightening it so that I would not be a shock to me and a discouragement for me to ever leave the house. I mean it was not like I was a real woman. Acquaintances were not going to come up to me and say they loved my new hair. I was not going to have any help gaining public confidence so her plan was to take it slow. I felt that it was working. I checked the time and found barely an hour left. Time to get moving. I stepped into a short black chiffon skirt. I loved it. It had arrived only last week in the mail (mail order is the only way for me to surprise Sally.) I had tried it on quickly when it arrived and it was lucsious. Next the metallic gold blouse with princess neckline and keyhole closure in back. It draped my D silicones to perfection. I was ready to kiss myself. I fastened the self belt with its gold buckle and slipped into my black 3 1/2 inch pumps. The heels matching the length of my feet. I happily wore 5 inch heels on occasion but where Sally wore 3 inch for formal occasions, 3 1/2 inch was about in proportion for me. And then the big breath in the full length mirror. I could eat me up. I was lovely. I twirled and watch my skirt flare out. I moved quickly to watch it swish around my hips. I was a match for the model in the catalog ... well almost. :) If I could just lose about a third of my body mass including bone structure ... ah, some things are not meant to be. Last little touches. perfume in all the right places including under each ear where she loved to nibble my lobes. And some long dangling earings to get her attention to them. What else? Ah yes, a thin gold slave chain on my left ankle, one of Sally's most treasured gifts to me. It contrasted so well against the black nylon. A sparkling cocktail ring, a gift to myself, on my right hand, the hand that would move the most as I was right handed. The evening was wonderful if I do say so myself. I had dinner set to be ready right after we shared cocktails, chilled gin with the vermouth cork passed over it lightly and a short incantation. And, I may add, my careful control of amount of alcohol per male and female intoxication levels so we were about equal. Sally was wearing her burgundy business suit when she arrived home but when she took off her jacket and adjusted her blouse and freshened up she again showed me how much I had to learn. Suddenly it was as though she had dressed for dinner. Her blouse was loose and open. I was happy for my full skirt as it would not allow the nether parts of me to ruin my image. I was attentive. I asked after her day. When she said something I found curious, I remembered to open my eyes widely instead of narrowing them and wrinkling my forehead. So many mannerisms were becoming second nature to me. They seemed to go so naturally with my new lifestyle. I timed my drinking to hers so we were finished together. It was another way of following her. I gladly refilled our drinks. She made me so happy letting me be a good wife to her. Sexually it was even more fun. I had practiced (and remembered) how to show the slip lace and to almost give the panty-peak. My legs crossed casually but not quite open enough to see my panties but just enough to have to adjust my skirt over my slip. I regularly drew her eyes to my crossing legs, legs agleam with the sheerest black nylons and a hope of a glimpse of my pantied crotch. When I walked I turned quickly so my full skirt swirled out and showed the lace hem of my narrow slip. I had practiced in the mirror and learned it would not work with a slip with a full cut skirt. It appeared the only use for the full skirted slip was to avoid it being seen. Dinner I hoped was lovely. I did my best. Candlelit, the best set table I could do. I tried to be "sparkling." I had an obvious objective, that she not remember what she ate that night, only that it was good. That she remembered only me. I took every opportunity to get up and serve something new. That drew her attention to the sounds of my skirt and stockings, to spread my perfume around her, to let her see my long legs accentuated by my gait in my heels, to give her another glimpse of my slip. And the heels did draw her attention to my ankles and that slave bracelet that I loved so. Of course I reserved the right to hold not remembering the particulars of the meal over her -- I had slaved so :). Sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose. She loved that too. I was helping make her my man, my husband, as much as she was helping make me her woman, his wife. Some day, some day soon I hoped, we would have that wedding ceremony I had dreamed over so many years. I was already mentally planning my gown and trouseau. 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