Haven't written anything in a while so here goes. I remember when I was a child around 12 my mothers clothing fit really good. It was the days of hot pants and boots. Lingerie was babydolls and I couldn't wait for everyone to leave the house for long periods of time. By the time I was a teen I could roll my hair, put on make-up and completely dress as a girl. I thought then I looked pretty good, my body was thin and still soft. I never was hairy in fact the girls teased me about shaving my legs I would have but I didn't have to. Pantyhose felt great and I wore them often even out of the house. I painted my nails mainly my toenails since it was more dificult to remove the polish quickly from my finger nails. I remembered being so facinated with girls and everything about them. I loved the agressive girls that were very feminine. I love the girls with curly long hair and their soft but domineering attittudes which demanded to be treated in such a way. I had a some try to put makeup on me and as much as I wanted it I wouldn't let most of them. The teasing from my first real love was so magical that she made me cum in my pants more than once, but we never had intercourse. She was a true princess and I treated her as such. I wanted to tell her everything but she wouldn't have understand. She thought I was a macho athlete, but if she would have only known the truth she would have been disgusted most likely.
Later after I was dumped I started being pursue by a girl 3 years younger just 13 years of age, she looked like a indian princess. Her hair was dark a straight but was only shoulder lenght. She was about 5'4" tall and about 100lbs. She was such a fun and loving girl if she would had only known I was hers. We explored sex except I didn't want her to get pregnant so we didn't have intercourse often, but I sure enjoyed burying my face in that dark soft patch of fur and even farther down the trail. She would often wear her mothers crotchless panties and even slid them on me once we she was in one her many playful moods. After I turn 18 I was afraid to touch her I didn't really want to go to jail. But many times I wasn't strong enough to stop a little oral sex and she was so good. I didn't want to dominate her life and told her she should date people her own age. She moved and her mother didn't want us to see each other since we were getting so close...not a bad idea for a mom.

I started dating a girl closer to my age. She was about 5'7" with a 36C-24-36 and could fill out a pair of jeansas well as anything else. We fell fast and I often would take her to the mall and buy her clothes, shoes and makeup during those times she would tease me and would often let me eat her or give me a hand job or oral sex. She had long light brown hair that had a natural curl with beautiful green eyes. We grew closer and I allowed her to play in my head more than any other girl. We married and had sexual intercourse for the first time on our wedding night and it was well worth the wait. She kept me horny and I opened up to her and we did just about anyting and everything a couple could do. I was often embarassed when my young bride would bend me over the bed and screw my ass while spanking. How humilating laying there made up dressed in female clothing from top to bottom with my skirt flipped up on my back. She usually would blindfold me and tease me about some hunk in the apartment coming in and screwing both of us and making me get hime ready. This never happened but was one of our fatasies. She took pictures of me and threatened to show them and often I would be wearing panties while she wold make commits to tease me while we wold be shoppping or with friends. There was nothing I would not have done at her direction. She dressed me in feminine clothing and would take pictures while making me pose. I took thousands of pictures of her in every imaginable pose, she truly was a sight. My sexual drive was great and I would want to cum 2-3 times daily and would give her oral stimulation as often and as long as she would let me. Many nights while watching movies I never seen any of it because I would be buried for the full show and beg for more. I guess she got bored or found someone else and things got bad and she didn't want to have sex with me and it broke my heart, the rejection. We divorced and I went back to my old ways where sex was plentiful and not meaningful. I became the aggresser and I was quite good at it. The dominant role came as easy as the submissive role if not easier, since thats what people expected. I didn't have any problems getting girls to submit to being tied spreadeagle and takin advantage of every orfice I desired. Iwould instruct them to dress in any way I chose. I had them purchase maid outfits and clean my house taking pictures and threathing to send them to their girlfriends. Or having their girlfrinds over and having 3somes. I think some of them woulod have went for it but I didn't ever try. I did have fun.

I had a few that wanted to turn the tables and we dabbled but I felt like for the most part it was just away to control who I dated and not a true dominate woman. So mostly I controlled them, many of them. Getting blowjobs and sex in public places, fingering them and making them lick my fingers clean, teasing them at the mall while looking for clothes or jewlery. Embarassing them in front of strangers was something some of them enjoyed and I used it effectively. I never paid for a date and life was good and exciting.

Lonely at times

As I sit in the car awaiting the plane to take off my phone rang. It was her and my eyes lit up. She told I was a doll for taking her to the airport and she didn't properly thank me. She told me when she got home the list of chores she left on the bar should be done. She also told me she had a new maid outfit she wanted me to wear while I performed the chores. She reminded me "no playing with my little thing" she was talking loud enough for others to hear and I could hear giggling i the background. I was so embarrassed but excited at the same time. Do you understand she said? I said yes. She said yes what? I said yes mistress. Much better you are such a little doll and I love you. Just when I was going to tell her I loved her too she said bye and click was all I heard.

I sit in the car until the plane I thought was hers took off. When I got home I looked for the new outfit... It was hanging in my bedroom in a big pink bag with a white bow with my name on it. I couldn't wait to see it it was a sissy maid outfit mostly pink with lots of lace and ruffles. It had cuffs, choker, a little hat and a apron all made of satin. I felt pressure in my CB6000 which was left on for the trip. The stockings were white with a pink bow at the heel. The shoes were white Maryjane's with 4" heels and the buckle had a small lock, I didn't see a key so I better not use the lock I thought, but I wanted to.

It was hard not to put on everything but I had some errands to run before I could. So put on some pantyhose and silky top under my jeans and t-shirt and out I went. It shopping was pretty uneventful for awhile. I smile at a few people as we passed and and had small talk with a few others, then I ran straight into one of my wife's good friend. She wouldn't let me pass but actually turned her shopping cart around with me. I always wondered if any of my wife's girlfriends knew of our arrangement. After a few minutes I was pretty sure Dawn did. She touched me on the cheek with along lingering caress down my shoulder and seemed to pause at the strap of my undergarment then down toward my nipple. She told I was so sweet for doing the shopping while my wife was out and made a comment about me doing hers as well. I just smiled not really know what to say. We shopped together until the we were finished. She was scaring me with her little comments about being the wife of the house and being to pretty to be a man, You should have been the wife she said with a teasing smile. Well Dawn was a very sexual woman, she was about 5'4" tall at about 120lbs but her breast were at least good B or maybe a C cup. She always showed ample cleavage. Her look is that of an America Indian, jet black hair and dark eyes, she showed much strength in her personality. She was wearing a tight black top with spaghetti straps and tight jeans and cowgirl boots, she was very hot. Her makeup was done to perfection as usual. She workout all the time and I could see the muscles in her arms.She wore dangling bracelets and earrings 3 on each ear. Her necklace was very masculine but sexy. She looked strong and sexy and she knew.

I headed for the car and unloaded into the trunk and was getting in the car when she called my name. She ask me t help her unload her buggie. So I unloaded her cart into her Red Mustang GT, she wanted it in the back seat and every time I bent over she commented on my butt saying things like it sure made an easy target bent over like that and after the last bag she made good of the comment and gave me a pop. She kind of cornered me after I help her and put those beautiful lips on mine and pinched my nipples. I was in shock and really didn't know what to do, my wife told to always treat her friends with respect but I'm not sure she meant this. I told her that she was beautiful but I'm not sure my wife would approve, she said maybe she should call her and ask if she could borrow me while she was away. Her hands went down to my crotch and finally a look of surprise. She said I guess I'll have to talk with her if I ever have need that, and looked down. She ask me how long it had been on without release. I'm sure I was blood red now and told her a little over a week. She cooed and said poor little baby. So I could take you back to my house and I'd be perfectly safe. I was so hot and thought this had to have been planned. She gave me another hot kiss holding both sides of my head and forcing herself into a grind and me against the car.

She told me after that I had messed up her lipstick and removed a tube from her purse and reapplied hers and then held me by the hair and moved the tube toward me. She said pucker up and of course I did as I was told, yours is messed up too as she applied it to my lips and a little to my cheeks and rubbed it in. She said yours cheeks need a little color too. She told me I had better go now but we would be in touch. One more kiss on the neck and squeeze on the butt cheeks and she turned away and got into her car cranked it up back up and never gave me another look.

I stood there in shock wondering what just happened.

surprise, surprise....

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I should have listened

I should have listened when she told me not to be touching myself. She walked in on me and there I stood rubbing myself. I was hard and already horny just thinking about all that had went on. As she stood there watching me I didn't notice her and I masturbated and came all over my hand and onto the floor. That's when she interrupted just when I reached down to the floor to cleanup my mess. She said you won't need a cloth my tongue will do just fine. When I looked at her I realized she wasn't joking. I went on all 4's and began to lick up my cum from the floor. She told me not to leave any behind that it couldn't be wasted. From now on someone would have to receive it when I cum. After I cleaned the floor I cleaned my hand. She just called me her little sissy cum slut and left the room laughing remarking how much fun her life is becoming.

When all my duties were finished in the kitchen. I heard her calling me. I went into the bedroom and she stood there in a black corset, black stockings, black pumps, her hair was pulled back and her makeup was dark. She was stunning. She motioned to the bed and I got on the bed on my back and she told me to roll over. I did and she attached me to the bed. She open the night stand and got out a blindfold and placed it on me. I heard her getting something else and her entered my rear end easily. It was lubed up and she worked it in me. I don't know how many fingers were in me but I could tell I as being stretched. I began to push toward the pressures. She smacked my butt an told me I had to beg permission to enjoy myself that this is punishment. She withdrew her fingers and replace it with something large and hard. It kept expanding me and then went small. My butt grabbed the object and I realized she had placed a large butt plug in me.

The next thing I knew she tearing my butt cheeks up with an object. She was spanking me and telling me that the next time I was told not to play with myself that I would obey. The spanking was very painful and first I begged for mercy. Then I started pleading and next came the tears and I began to cry, cry like a baby. She talked to me like a little child and I got worst. I don't know how long it lasted but it seemed to last for ever.

She stopped but made me lay there. I heard her fiddling around with something. Then I heard the TV and it sounded like a beating, then I heard my voice. She had recording the whole incident. She took of the blindfold and turned my so I could see the TV. She hit rewind and then play and there I was licking the floor clean. How humiliating, me licking my cum off the floor all the way to getting a butt plug and a beating until I cried.

I wasn't sure where all this was going but we were moving fast.

Cierra's new life

The decision was bitter sweet. I had never been so happy and satisfied. I hadn't been making any decisions over the last week. Mistress decided what I would wear, eat, go, even how I would act. I stayed in a constant state of arousal. I haven't had so much sex since my honeymoon. She was incredible and I didn't know if I could live without her. When she gave me my ultimatum I was hurt. After I beared my soul she would leave me. I told her so, but she told me that after she had experienced the real me she would settle fornothing less. I agreed to her conditions and she was happy and said I should be rewarded for the right decision. She sit back on the couch and removed her panties. She told my reward was just a tongue away and if I could make her orgasm in 10 minutes she would rub me for the same amount. I went to work but it was more like fun. I loved to eat her and usually begged for a longer time. I started using my finger and she said just my tongue. She did have an orgasm but it took 13 minutes she said, so I had to keep licking until she told me to stop. She teased me by telling me that the top of my head never looked so good. She said I had to be the best pussy eater she had ever experienced. The she started calling me a little sissy pussy eater and told me that she didn't know if I'd ever be able to stick my little penis in her again. I was about to explode and she knew it. After about an hour she had 4 orgasm and told me to stop.

She told I did deserve a reward and for me to get down to my panties. She rubbed me through the panties telling me how pretty they were and how good I looked in them. She started telling that I shouldn't even have a cock. It so small she said. That if I had a pussy she would be locking it right now. Or maybe she would screw me like the little sissy I was. She told me to drop my panties and stand up. I did as I was told. She said I have 5 minutes to cum or I wold have to wait. She looked at me and said I'd better get busy, start playing with it sissy and you better make it look sexy. I started masterbating in front of my girlfriend, she took my panties and stuck them in my mouth. Next she picked up a video camera and started videoing me and I was so embarassed and humiliated. She talked me through the whole ordeal. She swatted my butt, my nipples were pinched and twisted, my penis was flipped and slapped. She said time up and I didn't make it. Poor baby she said as sshe pulled the panties out of my mouth and put them on me.

She told me to go fix breakfast, in just my panties. I headed off to the kitchen. She said not to be touching my my clitty.

She named me.

When I wake the next morning she is playing with my hair and smiling. I ask her what she was thinking. She said she ws thinking she might just keep me to herself. She told me she loved me and she felt lucky to have found me. She told me she was not going to continue to call me by a boys name because she felt that I was more girl that boy. She thought for a moment and said Cierra, I call you Cierra. That was the name I always liked and thought about naming a girl if I ever had one. And now I do. She then starting laying down some rules.

1. Today you will call each of the girls you date on a regular basis and tell them you have committed to me.
2. This week you will have a Tattoo place right above you butt that says Cierra and I will go with you and help with placement and design.
3. Today you will shave everything from the neck down and stay that way.
4. You will let your already long hair grow even longer. We'll put a perm in it with some highlights.
5. You'll keep your toenails painted at all times and I'll pick the colors of the week or maybe even daily.
6. My name will be tattoed above you pubic area with my lips under that.
7. I will be your mistress and you will call me that.

If don't agree I will leave tonight and expose you for what you are with all the pictures I already have. Do you understand?

It was a long night

When we got home she was ready to go or should I say she was ready for me to get started. She was teasing me and she was getting personal about my past marriage. She noticed the look from my ex and knew quite well there was more than just a humdrum relationship. She ask me why my ex didn't seem surprise when she noticed my painted toe nails. It was confession time. My ex had dressed me many times as her little slut. She had screwed with a 6" strap on me in my male pussy. She had taken advantage of my submissive side but seemed to have got bored. I pretty much took care of the house. She wanted a real man as she put it. She wanted to be treated like the slut she was not treat me as the slut I was. So she started looking around and found men willing to do just that. So now instead of me on my knees suck on whatever she would stick in my mouth it was her. She could suck a dick size didn't matter with little effort she could make a 8" cock disappear. She taught me well and had threatened many times about bring someone home to do us both, but never did. Although I cleaned her out on many occasions after we had sex, she seemed to enjoy this immensely. On weekends I was usually dressed as the maid. She never exposed me mainly because she didn't want our friends to know that I was such a sissy. That would have been embarassing for her. So instead she just decided to call it quits and start over. I took the blame in our divorce so she was free to pursue a new life.

After spilling my guts my girlfriend just continued to love of me. Then she said it was time to show a little appreciation and get a little exercise. She sit on the couch and lifted her skirt and point to her neatly trimmed pussy. I was more than willing and immediately got busy. For the next hour and 3 orgasms I licked that sweet pussy of her. She lifted me up to guide my hard penis into her but I didn't last long because of all the excitement. After I had cum she placed her hands on my head and pushed me down. I looked up at her and she nodded as to let me know what she wanted and told me I needed to clean up my mess. I kissed my way down until I found my destination. She was full and cum was trickling out of her. She said for me mot to lose any that I would have to start over. I licked and suck out my cum and she kept telling what a good girl I was and if I did a good job she would buy me a new dress. I sucked and licked and she came and came at least 2 more times. The next thing I know its 3 in the morning and I wake up laying between her legs with cum all over my face. I wake up and cuddle up beside her with a sense of accomplishement and pride that I may have pleased her.

And away we go!

After she painted my nails she said she was hungry and ask if we should beat the crowd. I told her I thought it wold be a good idea. I started to go to the drivers side and she told she would be driving but I could still get the door. I humbly shut her door after she got in and walked to the other side. As we drove to the resturant she teased me unmercifully about how pretty my nails were. She ask me if I had noticed hers and as I looked at them I immediately noticed they were the same color but her fingers also were painted the same color. She said guess what else matches. She looked at me and smiled and said we'll match a lot of things from now on. As we drove she ask me how I thought my other girlfriends were going to take to my pantied butt and painted nails. All of a sudden it hit me, how would I continue these intimate relationships. She told me I could continue seeing them and she would even help if she could. I ask her what she meant and she told me she had found there numbers on my ID caller and wrote them down. She told me she would be glad to dress me up from head to toe and call them over. She said she thought about doing it the first time she dressed me but so little time that it could wait. She ask me how they would take it. I honestly don't know, but I didn't think it would be good. She continued to tease me about going out with my nails painted. She ask me about the possibility of one of my other dates showing up where we were going. Of course that got me to thinking. I started begging her not to make me go into the restuarant. She said she wasn't making me do anything, that I could stay in the car as far as she cared, but if I came in it would be worth it and she promised that. If I didn't go in she'd take it as I didn't enjoy our game and wouldn't do anymore. We pulled up in front of Outback and about 12 cars were in the lot. So what are you going to do come in or sit in the car, she ask. Then she grabbed my dick through the pantys and I immediately started to react. Then she let go a got out out the car before closing the door she said, are you coming? I looked at her in fear and got out. She met me at the back of the Firebird and grabbed my hand and we walked to the door.

The Hostess was a pretty brunette about 17 years of age and stood about 5'5" she ask if we needed a table for two. Before I could answer my girlfriend said yes and could we have a booth in the corner. We were lead to the booth and I didn't make eye contact and didn't notice if my pretty painted toes had been spotted. As we got to the booth my girlfriend told me she wanted to sit on the outside and I slid in with her right beside me. When the waitress came my girlfriend ordered for the both of us. She said we'd split a steak and potato with an extra salad and unsweet tea to drink for me and sweet for her. She told the waitress that I had decide to loose some weight. It seemed to me she was enjoying the role with her in control. I was teased the whole meal and her almost getting caught with her hands in my unbuttoned shorts. My panties were on display if someone just wanted to look. She told the waitress which was a very attractive blond about 28, that it was my birthday which it wasn't. Later in the meal several servers came to the table to sing and my girlfriend told that I should stand up, knowing that my shorts were opened and yellow panties exposed. I was actually saved by our waitress that said that wouldn't be neccessary she would just point the light toward me. I'm sure my face was as bright as the light. Then I started wondering if our waitress had seen my predicament, somehow I thought she had. The rest of the meal was uneventful, but I was not so lucky on our exit.

As we were leaving there stood my ex-wife. I couldn't believe it I hadn't seen her in several months, but there she stood with her new boyfriend. She was as beautiful as ever with her long, wavy mossy colored hair. She had on a flouncy mini with a halter like top and was tan with no apparent lines. Her sandals were stylish and had straps up her sexy legs. I had actually forgotten how pretty she was. Her new dude was as I would have expected nice clean cut that appeared to have a little money. As we approached my girlfriend spotted her and kind of smirked as she pointed her out to me. I just said please. She made a point to speak to her and ask me if wasn't going to say hello or just be rude, so I did just that. The dude gave me the once over but so did my ex and when she got to my toes she smiled and said that I looked very nice and seemed to be well taken care of. My girlfriend said that I was quite a catch and hope she found one just as good as she looked at her date. I couldn't believe it but my girlfriend actually kissed my ex on cheek said something about her being gorgeous in a whisper and said goodbye to her and my ex's date.

My face had to be beet red as she grabbed my hand and told me to come on. As we left my ex just winked at me told me goodbye. We get to the car and my girlfrind opens the door for me and closes it behind. What was she up to...she was becoming more daring by the minute. As we drove it around talking and it started to get closer to the house and becoming dusty dark she told me to take off my short and shirt. I did as I was instructed. The T-top out of the firebird, music playing and my girlfriend rubbing me gently while telling how submissive I was coming and how much she was enjoying it.

The delivery

In she walks with bags and says she has a surprise that she thinks we'll both enjoy. More clothing female clothing; she says she doesn't want me to wear those boys panties that I'm much to pretty for that and she starts handing me all kind of panties. Some are playful cotton like Hello Kitty and the Tasmanian devil and Betty boop. Some are pure lace in every color that can be found. Nylon tricot in pastels with lace edges she said would be my everyday panties. Thongs, bikinis, hipsters, boy shorts, g-strings and even a few crotch-less panties were in the bag. In the bags were PJ's, long gowns and baby doll lingerie. I was blushing and she asked me what was wrong. I told her that I loved her but was a little frightened at what was going on. She walked into my bedroom and told me to follow. She opened my underwear drawer and ask me to make a choice. She held up a couple of boxers and briefs and pointed to the new gifts, or these. I ask why not both and she said make a choice right now. I was a little scared at the choice but was also excited. She knew that and made a point to show me that she already knew the answer. She said your body has already chosen now I want you to verbally answer so we're clear.

I said that I love the new things and wanted them. At that time she reached in my underwear drawer and started bagging up all the items in a garbage bag. She replaced them with my new stuff. She then told me to get my suitcase. She said that they needed their on drawer and started making room for them by throwing out old t-shirts and other clothing. She hung up my dresses and other female clothing in my closet. Well actually she handed them to me and told me where to put them. They were in plain site when the closet door open she wouldn't allow me to put them in the back.

She told me to change my boy briefs that I had on and put on the yellow nylon panties. More surprises were ahead. She had me take off my shoes and socks. My toe nails got freshly painted a pretty shade of yellow to match my pantie. She was going to paint my finger nails the same color. She mentioned going out and I begged her not to paint them yellow and she agreed to clear. But I would have to wear sandals if I was going with the clear finger nails. I couldn't change her mind so I guess I was going out with yellow toe nails. I was very scared but in the same sense very excited.

Calm, cool and collective

Well I showed her my stash of female clothing and she didn't show herself to be surprised. I looked at her awaiting the rejection and it didn't come. She picked them up one by one and held them up then she folded it up and laid it down and went to the next piece. I stood there somewhat humiliated at my perdicament. Then she told me to undress. She started dressing me until I was completely dressed as a girl.

She laid me down and kissed me all over until I was about to bust. I was in my pink silk panties and pink lacy C cup bra stuffed with socks, White stocking and pink lacy garter and to top it off was my pink sweater dress. She raised up and placed a wig on me, it was a long blond with ringlet curls. What she did next was a surprise. She started talking to me and telling me what a pretty girl I made. She said I should have been born a girl and if we had time she would do my makeup and nails. She said I could expect that in the near future. My 35 mm camera was beside the bed and she started taking pictures. Then she picked up some lipstick and said I needed a little color. Pucker those sexy lips, you hot little girl she said. Open you mouth. I just followed the orders as she gave them. I had never been so submissive to anyone, but I was in a trance. I couldn't take it and started rubbing myself. She started getting more confident and ask me what I thought I was doing. I stammered about and said I was so horny. She told me girls have to show control. She said I must need some help and tied me to the bed.

I was at the edge of orgasm and hadn't even been touch. I could tell she was loving the power that she now had over me. She played around with me for a few minutes until I was about to bust. Then she stopped and started undressing down to her g string panties. She found a good seat right over my face. She was already wet and rubbed her panted covered pussy all over my face. She was tell me how good it felt and this was a good spot for me. I begged to lick her wet pussy and she gave in to my wishes after about 10 minutes and one orgasm. Then off with the panties and back on the face. Her juices were all over my face and I was in a delightful state, right where I had dreamed for years. After 2 more orgasms she was exhausted and just laid down on top of me. She started gently rubbing me but I was already hard, very hard. She said, "you don't want to cum do you" I begged and promised anything and everything. she started telling me that she should call my other girlfriends and let them see what I had been doing behind closed doors. Please don't do that I begged. She finally had mercy on me and finished me off and allowed me to cum. I shot so hard it landed every where from my belly to over my head, which meant my face had plenty of cum on it. She started teasing me about the cum on my face. She finished the roll of film and took out the film of the camera. She said she was going to blow up the pictures and frame them on the wall of her apartment. I ask her not to and she said she think about it but had to go she was late for an appointment. She gave me a wet kiss and untied on hand and headed out the door. On the way out she said for me to keep my schedule open.

The suit case.......

.....once it was opened it was much to late. It contained my other identity, never named but definitely a part of me.

You see I had played around with cross dressing since my pre-teen years. I remember my mothers lingerie and how it felt the first time I slid it up my 12 year old smooth butt and hairless legs that was completely natural without a razor. I don't know why I moved to her drawer but I did. I actually remember dressing up GI Joe in my cousins Barbie's outfits even before the first touch of something silky. I was such a little sissy. I played sports and was very good usually one of the best in whatever I attempted. If anyone would have found out I couldn't even imagine what would happen. What an embarrassment of being found out, but what's weird is that was and has always been a fantasy. Well I have been caught on more than one occasion, but that's another story.

My beautiful girlfriend had short blond hair like Roxette and was captivating in an odd way. She wore stuff like high heels and lacy ankle socks, with short skirts that were very feminine. In fact she was a little prissy girl not something I was usually drawn to. I usually was drawn to girls with long hair and stood about 5'6" or better because with heels we were close to the same size. My sexy girlfriend stood about 5'3" and weighed about 100lbs. Her breast were small and her legs and butt were shapely. Her eyes green and her attitude was confident but not aggressive. She truly is a one of a kind.

So back to the suitcase. She had placed panties on me which I thought were hers but in fact she had purchased just for me. So I thought she had figured me out. I thought I'd enlighten her to the extent of my fetish. She didn't seem surprised but found out later she had no idea. Out comes my own panties, bra, stockings, garter belt, shoes, dresses, you name it it was in there, even my own makeup and nail polish. So she starts dressing me up around the house. She actually turns me into a lusting tranny.

Nothing stands still and we progressed in our playing as we called it.

The last twenty years....

....have been good. She was a very patient young woman and I was drawn to her. I had just survived an unwanted divorce from a marriage of about 7 years. I really dont know what happened but we grew apart. Maybe it was my sex drive, fetishes, or my personality. But she quit loving me and I was still very much in love, lust whatever the case may have been. I met her the first night she went out after her divorce. Me, I had started getting sinacle. I didn't want to be single but I had difficulty in finding someone to grow old with. During our dating period we both dated other people without showing jealousy. My nature is to please and I like quality time with those that I love. One by one the others that I dated decided the work was not worth the wait. My new love kept getting deeper and deeper in my head. She seemed to be adventuresome and we had an exciting love life. She loved role playing and even though she poteet with a sexy body and a flair for style. The first night she put her panties on me and teased me unmercifully well I guess I was hooked, emotionally. Without knowing she had touch a deep secret that had only been shared with my ex. That was the beginning of our adventure. What happened next I guess was a surprise or shock to my girlfriend.