TAB is a weekly national Canadian adult contact paper

 

Dear TAB                       by: Miss Debi L. Johnson

 

Dear TAB. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Let me relate a bit about myself before I tell you why I thank you, okay? I am 5’ 4" tall, a wee bit on the nice armful size, but not too fat, and I wear a size 14 petite, with a size 9 ½ D high heeled shoe. So, for a guy, I am pretty small, which is the way that I like it. Even though I am small, I do not have a lot of confidence of myself, when I am dressed en femme, which is a way that I like to dress. I am one of those guys who really likes to wear pretty clothes, and act like a woman when I am in them.

Right now, I am sitting in my hotel room. It is 10:30 p.m. I am wearing a delightful pair of lounging pyjamas, in a very light pale green, silk, festooned with a floral design. They are my favourite sleepwear because the are so soft. I am also wearing a pair of white silk panties. I still have my makeup and my ash blond curly shoulder length wig on to. I don’t want to change quite yet.

I have just come back from a most wonderful date, and I owe it all to you. Thank you TAB.

To start the tale, about 6 years ago, I had met a man called Johnny, an older man. I liked him. He was really nice to me, but I had lost contact with him.

A month ago, I happened to purchase one of your fine publications, with the thought that I might like to meet someone, and I saw an ad in your paper, from an older gentleman who was interested in meeting girls like me, from the city that I live near, so I wrote to him. I had no idea of who it was that I was writing to. It turned out, that the ad was placed by my Johnny.

Johnny was the last man that I had ever had a date with, and it was over six years ago, so when I got his letter, I was quite excited. I called him, and I arranged a time when I would be in that city, to go to visit him at his apartment. I was thrilled at the idea that I was going to be on a date with a man again, after such a very long time.

Johnny had tons of ladies clothes when I had last seen him. His wife had died, and he had kept her clothes. As well, he had trunks full of his daughter’s clothes. He wanted me to try on everything that I wanted to try on, and I tried on nearly everything. I loved standing in front of him, wearing something that I knew he had last seen on one of his daughters. I have always loved wearing clothing that a real woman had worn at some time previous to me wearing it. It is just little extra charge that I get.

In the intervening mean time, since I had seen him last, he’d started going out with a woman that he really liked, but it did not work out for him. He had liked to wear female clothing some times, but she made him get rid of it all. But, he had felt that he liked her enough that he was willing to do that for her. It is too bad for him that it did not work out, but it is good for me, as you will soon see.

Well, Johnny’s girl friend had made him dispose of all the clothing, and he felt at a loss. He had advertised in TAB, in the hopes of meeting a girl friend like me, once again. I had written, responding to an ad, hoping that I would make contact with a man who liked girls like me. The man wrote back, and I was amazed that it was my Johnny. He told me in his letter about how much he loved me. How could I resist a line like that?

I checked into my hotel tonight at 5 p.m. I started with my makeup. I took a long time, as I wanted it to be just right. I wanted to impress him with how feminine I could look. I had always believed that I could pass, mainly because I had been told that I could pass, but I was still very insecure. Now, I wanted to really go to visit a man, while I was only dressed as a woman, for the sole purpose of being his lady of the evening, and then leaving his place, dressed as the woman who had visited him.

I had recently bought some new things, and I was very anxious to try them out. I had bought a new corset and a pair of panties with thigh and bum cheek paddings in them. I had bought some new outer clothes to. I had also been experimenting with makeup. I wanted to see if I could pass. I decided that I was going to take the chance, and go for it. This was to be my fantasy date.

I booked into a hotel that had a first floor room, that had a door way out onto the parking lot. Then I was able to find a parking space right in front of my door. Things certainly seemed to be going well.

Then, I removed all of my masculine clothes, and I started my conversion. I hoped that Johnny would think that I was pretty and feminine. I hoped that I would turn him on. I wanted to be treated like a woman, as I had not had this kind of treatment in a very long time. I wanted to act like a woman with the man, to.

It took me three hours to perfect my makeup and complete my dressing, but at long last, I was satisfied with how I looked. After the makeup came the dressing up.

I wore beige support hose, covered with dark beige nylons, so that my legs would look hairless. I put on my corset, white satin, boned all around, and I loved the way that it pulled three and a half inches in off my tummy. With the padded panties and reduced waist line, once I had my maroon coloured silk slip with a lovely lace bodice on, I looked very shapely indeed. I was quite pleased with my new shape. I hoped that Johnny would think it was nice too.

I put on a new white silk blouse that I had recently bought to. It had three quarter length sleeves, and had about a three inch ruffled cuff on the sleeves. Them hem of the ruffle came down to my wrists. What I really loved though, was that the blouse had a large fringe of three tiers of ruffles that extended from my chin to my skirt waist. I loved the way that it felt. It is a very pretty blouse, and has become my favourite.

For outer wear, I chose a pale grey two piece suit that I really liked. It was very conservative looking, as the skirt extended down to about two inches below my knees. There were pleats on the front of the skirt too, and with the padded panty under it, I adored the way my hips looked, not to mention the way my newly contoured bum filled out the back of the skirt either.

I selected a pair of two tone grey coloured shoes that were a wee bit tight in the toes, but I had always felt that sense I was not really entitled to wear them anyway, I should pay a bit of a price, even if the price was a bit of pain. I really liked what I saw in the mirror.

Then, I selected my most recent purchase. I had just bought it that afternoon, in fact. It was a lovely three quarter length spring and fall coat, that fell to below my calves. It was a very pale pink, a somewhat trench coat style. I loved it. It was ultra light in weight to. I could not resist it when I had seen it in the used clothing store. I knew that a real woman had worn it before. I put the coat on, and I fell more deeply in love with it. It was really pretty.

When I felt that I was ready, I examined myself in the mirror. I could not think of myself as being really pretty, but I was pretty sure that I could pass as a woman without any difficulty. I was certainly going to find out anyway. I was not going to turn back after all of this. I had been told a number of times that I could pass as a woman, but it had mostly been by guys, who wanted me to pleasure them. I did not really know if I could trust their opinions.

So, there I stood, in my pretty executive suit, and I had on the new pink coat, and I thought it looked fantastic. I put on my tan leather gloves then I slung my dark brown leather purse over my left shoulder, and I really thought that I did not look like a man at all. I really felt that I looked like a real woman. I hoped that I was not deceiving myself.

I decided that it was time to see if I really could pass. Once I left the room, I would have no masculine clothes at all, with me. I would have to pass, period. I had no other choice, considering the way that I was dressed. I took a deep breath, smiled at the woman in the mirror, and headed for the door. This was it.

It was mid November, so the night air was really cool. I loved the way the cold air felt on my lower legs, and once again, I marvelled that the cold air did not go all the way up under my skirt, but stopped around my knees. It felt refreshing, and I loved it.

Feeling like a lovely lady, I drove for all of twenty minutes, till I found Johnny’s apartment building. It seemed to be nice and clean. Once I got there, I found a parking space right in front of the main door. That was another good sign.

I steeled my nerves, double checked the address, then grasped my purse, slung it over my left shoulder, and I got out of the car. I had not realised that there were two guys coming out of the apartment building. They were about ten feet away from me. I panicked for a moment. When I saw them, they looked at me, but they were not too interested. They just kept on talking. I knew it was too late to get back into the car without arousing suspicions, so I put a smile on my face, and I locked the car door. I did not hurry.

The two guys kept on talking as they got into the car that was parked behind me. They drove off. I smiled with pleasure. I had passed their scrutiny, and I loved it. They had thought that I was a woman. I walked up to the lobby.

I pressed the right buttons, but I apparently got the wrong right buttons. Someone started to click the door, but I could not get it opened. A middle aged lady was passing by at the moment, and she saw my difficulty. She walked by, then walked back and opened the door for me, commenting that I was being buzzed in. I smiled my thanks at her, but I did not talk. She smiled back at me, and I knew that she thought that she was helping a woman. I was very pleased that a woman, in a brightly lit lobby, had thought that I was a woman. I was afraid to talk though, as I was not too comfortable with the feminine quality of my voice.

I walked to the elevators, and found another surprise. There were about five people sitting around on benches in the lobby, in front of the elevators. They all looked at me, and stopped talking for a brief moment. I wondered what they thought. I brazened my way through it, by standing in an overtly feminine pose, and I acted as though I had absolutely no interest in them or whatever it was that they were talking about.

It worked like a dream. They then continued on with their talking, after a very brief pause to examine me. I knew that I had passed their scrutiny. They had assumed that I was the woman that I looked to be, and I was up on cloud nine, a pink cloud nine. I was really happy. The light in the lobby was pretty bright, and so they had a very good look at me. I was just one more woman to them. What could be nicer?

I soon found Johnny’s apartment, and I lightly rapped on the door. It seemed like it took a very long time for him to answer, and I was beginning to be afraid that maybe I had the wrong address after all. I held my breath, preparing a plausible answer, if the wrong person opened the door. It seemed to take an hour. I did not know how I could deal with that situation. But, I knew that I had no choice but to act like a lady, or maybe have the police be called on me. I loved knowing that I was in a situation that absolutely demanded that I be a lady.

When the door finally opened, I saw him for the first time in six years. Johnny looked much the same as I remembered, a wee bit bigger tummy, but he looked better than I had remembered. In my three inch heels, my eyes were at the same level as his. He took one look at me. It was obvious at first, that he did not know who I was at first, but his recognition quickly registered on his face.

He knew that the last time that I had seen him, that I had been too insecure in my feminine persona to venture out alone, wearing nothing but women’s clothes. The last time, he had taken me for a walk on the main street, but I was so scared and nervous that I could hardly enjoy it. I noted that his eyes opened a wee bit in his surprise when he saw the way that I was dressed, and a very warm smile spread across his face. I knew that he really liked what I looked like. I was really pleased, that my boy friend was pleased with how I looked for him.

He bid me to enter the cluttered apartment, and I entered, walking slowly past him. I was euphoric with my reception. As I walked in, I was soon close to him. As I tried to pass him, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a very warm hug. He made me feel like a loved girl friend. The hug was not the kind of hug that one guy gives to another, but it was the kind of hug that a man gives to a woman. I felt his lips kissing my left cheek, and I was glad.

Johnny ushered me into his cluttered living room. I took one look at the clutter, and my maternal nature rose up. I wanted to start cleaning it for him, and make it nicer looking to live in. I sighed, reminding myself that I was not his wife, and Johnny lived the way that he wanted to live. I sat my purse on a chair, and Johnny came up behind me, to help me off with my coat. His hands lingered a wee bit too long on my shoulders, and I smiled because of it.

I sat on the only easy chair, and it was on the far side of the coffee table, which was between it and the couch. I had just gotten comfortable, when he came out of the kitchen with a glass of wine for me. As he handed it to me, he told me, not asked me, that he wanted me to sit of the couch, so we could "talk".

I kind of liked the fact that he told me where to sit, instead of asking me. Well, I was there as his lady, and I wanted very much to feel that I was obedient to his desires. After all, that was why I was there. I wanted to be a seduced woman. I wanted to walk in his wife’s shoes for a while. I went over and sat on the couch. He had been watching a hockey game.

I sat and sipped at my wine, while he sat down beside me, and sipped at his vermouth. He had this really lovely vermouth that he had made, and it was nice. He made some small talk, then it was not too long before he placed one hand on my knee.

Then he told me how much he had missed me. He told me that six years ago, when I had first met him, that I was the first man that he had ever tried kissing, and it was because he had thought that I was so feminine. He told me that he did not like kissing men, but that I was so womanly, that it really turned him on to know that I was really a man under it all.

I asked him if he really thought that I was passable, or whether he was just trying to get into my panties. He told me that he really thought that I looked and acted very much like a woman, that he thought that no one would ever be able to read me, and that he also wanted to get into my pants. I smiled, and he continued talking. He told me that there is no way that anyone could read me, even if I talked. He knew lots of women that had lower voices than I did. He really tried to assure me that I was completely passable, and that this was why he was so interested in me.

Johnny had grown a moustache since the last time that I had seen him, and as he kept on talking, I could not help but to wonder what it was going to feel like to be kissed by a man with a moustache. I could hardly wait to find out. I reached up and lightly touched it. I told him that I had never been kissed by a man with moustache before. He quickly solved that little problem for me.

He continued trying to reaffirm my feminine persona as he told me that my skin looked very smooth, and that I was very pretty. Even wearing my men’s glasses, I looked very womanly. Naturally, he was talking his way right into my panties. I knew that, and I loved the process of being seduced by this man.

I sipped at the second glass of wine, and we talked. He kept telling me how he had seen my picture in a paper advertising TV contacts, but it was not even the right address. He said that he had recognised me right away from the picture. I was even more glad that I had written to the guy in TAB.

After a while, he asked me if I wanted to see a movie. I agreed, and he put on this porno flick, of a beautiful woman sucking a cock. I looked at it, and I knew that I was going to be in her position pretty soon. I could hardly wait. I love being submissive to a man, and I feel very submissive when I suck a cock.

Then Johnny wrapped his left arm around me and started to really kiss me. I loved the way his moustache pricked at my lips and cheeks. I lay back on his arm, and enjoyed the way he was just taking charge of the situation. I loved being the seducee. He kept kissing me, talking about something that interested him, then returned to kissing me. Soon, one of his hands was also caressing my nyloned left knee. I let my left hand go up to his shoulder so that I could run my fingers through his short hair. He caressed my breasts, and told me that he loved the way that they felt. They are made of a soft rubber, with nipples.

We talked for a bit, and he asked me what I wanted out of our date. I told him that I wanted to be treated just like he had treated his wife, when she was alive. I told him that I was there to be treated like a woman, and that I wanted to act like a woman for him.

He told me that this would be no problem, because in his mind, I was all woman. He was saying that, just as his fingers hit the front of my panties, and he started to gently manipulate me. It was wonderful. Boy, did he know how to turn my crank. He told me that I was very pretty, and that he really wanted to see what I was wearing under my business suit.

I asked him if he wanted for me to show him. He said yes. I submitted to his will. I stood up, and I slowly raised my skirt, to reveal my slip. He really liked that. Then I raised the slip to show him my panties and nylons. He really liked that one, and I could see his eyes open with his appreciation.

I loved being the seductress, and knowing that he could get so turned on, just by seeing me in the clothing that I was wearing at the time. I knew the kind of power that a woman has over a man, and I revelled in it. I made the decision then, that I could get Johnny to do all the things that I wanted him to do to me.

Then I sat down beside him again, falling into his arms again. He kissed me again, and he asked me if there was something special that I wanted to do. I smiled and I reached over to gently rub the front of his pants, and I told him that I really hoped that he was going to let me suck his cock for a while. He said he would, if that was what I wanted to do. I smiled, and I assured him that I wanted to suck his cock later on. I asked him to promise me that he was going to let me suck it for him. He promised me.

I then took further advantage of the situation. I told him that I had brought a French Maid’s uniform with me, and I wanted to know if he wanted to photograph me wearing it. He was more than interested in seeing me wearing it. I was surprised at his reaction, and very pleased at how enthusiastically he responded to that idea. He wanted to know if it had a short skirt, and I assured him that it did.

He said he wanted to see me in it. I told him that I also wanted to take a picture of him spanking me, while I was laying across his knees, while I was wearing it. He said he did not know if he could really spank me, but he would be willing to pose for the picture, if I really wanted him to. I did, so I asked him if he wanted for me to change into the maid’s uniform. He said okay, and he cleared out his bed room for me to have a place to change in, for him.

I put on the pretty black satin uniform, whit was trimmed in white lace complete with my feather duster, white lace apron and a lace trimmed hair band. I had bought a special pair of pink satin bloomers with about three inches of white lace trimming on the legs. They went down to just above where the short hem of my uniform’s dress with its white lace trimming at the hem. I also had a very short slip that had wonderful six inch fringes of white lace trim over the satin under slip, on the hem. They were very feminine. I felt utterly feminine, as I dressed for the sole purpose of pleasing my man.

Once I was dressed, I decided to double check my makeup. His kissing had completely destroyed my lip stick. I went to the bath room to refresh my makeup. Then, when I felt ready, I walked back into the living room. I smiled shyly at him, and I executed a pretty curtsy for him, acknowledging my submissive feminine role. He loved it. His face nearly spit with his grin, as he eyed me up and down, and he told me for the tenth time that night, that he loved my very sexy legs. I felt him undressing me with his eyes, and it really exhilarated me to be treated that way. I knew that I was being treated like a sexy lady.

He stood and came over to me. Soon I felt his arms around me, his lips kissing my face, and his hands caressing my back and my bum. What could I do? I put my arms up around his neck and I pressed myself against him. He told me that he really liked the way that felt, and his left hand went down to caress me through the front of my dress. I pressed harder into his hand, and he liked that. I liked it even more. I had already had him spending a great deal of time, with his hand on the front of my panties, and I loved feeling it there.

I was really amazed at how aggressive he got, when he saw me in my maid’s uniform. I loved being the cause of it to. I wanted him to be a man with me. He was treating me like a woman, and he was going to get his way with me because of it.

We sat on the couch again. I sat close beside him, because he told me to sit down beside him again. I absolutely loved the feeling of submissiveness that I felt when I felt when I was submissive to whatever he told me to do. Soon, I was again wrapped in his arms, and one of his hands went up under my skirt, and began to caress me through my panties. I was ecstatic. I have always felt that one of the nicest things that a girl can feel, is to be felt up when a man was kissing her, and Johnny really seemed to enjoy doing that to me. I hugged his neck, wanting deeper kisses, and I yielded to his exploring hands, by opening my legs for him. I opened my legs, to let him know that I loved being felt up in such a way.

After a long time of kissing me, and feeling me up, while he kept telling me how much he had missed me, and how much he loved me, and how feminine and womanly that I was, all the while he was gently caressing the only maleness I had, albeit it covered in pink satin with white lace trim. I adored being treated in such a fashion, and I lay back encouraging him to take the lead, and to seduce me. I loved being passive, and being made love to, so very unlike the male drive to conquer and possess. I wanted to enjoy becoming the possessed one. It was so lovely. Johnny was not in a hurry either, which prolonged my ecstasy.

He finally asked me if I would be willing take a picture of us together. I asked how he wanted us to pose. He chose for us to be in the kitchen. He wanted for me to hold the pink feather duster, and he wanted for me to show lots of leg for him. I set the camera, then I went over, put my arm around his neck, and I raised my right leg so that my knee was over his crotch.

When he saw what it looked like, he was ecstatic. I liked it so much, that I wanted to take a picture for myself. In this one, my left arm was around his neck, and my right hand, with the feather duster, was down at the front of his pants, while he was kissing me. I was cleaning his clock for him. I liked the pose. It was very sexy.

Then we took two more pictures. In these ones, I was sitting on the couch, being kissed, with my right hand on the back of his neck and my left arm around his masculine shoulders, and his had pushed up my short maid’s uniform skirt, and was grasping me through the pink satin bloomers. We liked how the picture turned out, so we took another one of the same pose. That way, we would each have a picture of my seduction. I really liked that idea.

Johnny continued to kiss me in that fashion for a long time. I loved feeling his hand constantly moving across the front of my sating panties. I loved for a man to touch me in this way, and Johnny was doing exactly what I wanted him to do.

He asked me what I wanted to do next. He said that he would do whatever I wanted to do. I told him that I really did want to have a picture of me laying across his knees, while he was spanking me. He said that he did not know if he could do that, but he was willing to pose for it, as long as he did not have to really hurt me. Johnny is such a dear man, isn’t he? I loved him for that.

I went over and set the camera, then I lay myself across his lap, while smiling at the camera. I felt his erection. I absolutely loved the sense of submission that I felt, as he lightly spanked me with four or five spanks, while the camera was getting ready. I knew for the first time, for certain, that if it was not really painful, that I would like being spanked by a masculine man. I am too much of a sissy though, to want the spanking to hurt me.

I could not resist looking at the camera, as he pushed my skirt up, and he began to lightly spank me. I liked not having any pain, but I also liked knowing that my ultra submissive pose was being recorded to. The picture clearly showed my pink bloomers, as he was spanking me. It also showed that I liked what was happening to me to.

Johnny then asked me what I wanted to do next. I told him that I wanted to be treated just like his wife. I asked him if he would take some pictures of us lying on his bed. He loved that idea. Soon, the camera was set up. The first picture showed me laying beside him, still in my maid’s uniform, with my panties down to my knees, and he was kissing my neck, as he was masturbating me. I felt exquisitely feminine to be made love to in such a fashion. Then he asked me if I would take a picture of him, while he was sucking me.

What TV does not want a guy to suck her, while she is wearing her pretty frills, satin and lace? I agreed. We took two pictures of him with me inside of his mouth. In these ones, my feminine attire is very evident, and I felt like such a seduced and loved lady. Johnny really seemed to like being the one who did everything, and that was just fine with me. I wanted to be his lovee, not his lover.

Then I asked him if he would let me do what French maids do, and let me undress him. He agreed. He stood up, and I stood in front of him. I let him embrace me for a long time, then I started to pull his grey wool pullover sweater up, and off, over his head. When his chest was bare, I let my hands run over his chest. I just loved feeling his masculine chest, knowing that I was his lady.

Then I smiled at him, as he kissed me again, and I reached for his belt. I told him that this is what French maids were supposed to do, and I opened his pants, and freed his cock for him. I watched my hands open his pants, because I wanted to know what I looked like, as I undressed a man. I was surprised at how big it was, even though it never got really hard. Once he had kicked his pants free, I told him to stand still, because I wanted to fulfil another fantasy.

I kissed him, and I told him to remaining standing for a few minutes. He knew what I wanted to do, and he let out a very meaningful sigh, as I knelt down in front of him. I wanted to feel this kind of submission to this man. I slowly lowered myself to my knees, looking up at him with a smile. Then, I took his cock into my mouth, and I sucked it for a few minutes. Then I looked up at him again.

"Well, I guess that this really proves it, doesn’t it?."

"Proves what, Debi?"

"It proves that I am now your fully fledged sissy faggot cock sucker, aren’t I Johnny? I’m your sissy girl?"

"No... Debi. You are not. To me, you are all woman. You are a very sexy woman."

Then, he lay down on the bed, and I took another picture of us. This one showed me with my short skirt kind of hiked up, as I was masturbating Johnny’s cock for him. I looked at the camera and smiled, so that the picture would show that I really loved what I was doing. I felt kind of slutty, but so what? I wanted to record myself in a very feminine situation. I loved the feeling of womanliness that I felt.

Then, I just absolutely could not resist the next desire that I had. I told Johnny to lay back on his back, and spread his legs. I set the camera, then rushed over to where he lay. I knelt across the bed, my short skirt showing lots of leg, and I took Johnny’s cock into my mouth.

I had only the head of his cock all the way inside of my mouth, when the camera flashed to tell me that it had recorded my effeminate degradation. When I saw the print develope, I was very happy. I was, without a doubt, an effeminated sissy cock sucker. I had the proof of it to. I was ecstatic. I had really proven that I was a French Maid. I’d Frenched a man I was dating. I told Johnny that I really liked being his effeminated little sissy, but he told me that I was all woman, in his mind. He certainly knew the right words to get me to do anything that he wanted for me to do.

The next picture showed me laying back, Johnny kissing me, his hand on my cockette, and my arms were up in utter submission to what he wanted to do to me. I loved this picture to, as I was only in my lingerie, and was completely submissive in my pose.

We decided to stop taking pictures at that point. He asked me what I wanted to do next. I told him that I wanted for him to treat me the same way that he had treated his wife. I told him to lay on top of me, because I liked the feel of a man laying on top of me. He lay on me, and kissed me for a long time.

I whispered in his ear, and I asked him what he did to his wife, and asked if he wanted me to pretend to be his wife for a while. He told me that he fucked her. I told him that I had never been fucked, but if he had condoms, that I would be willing to let him fuck me. He told me that he had all kinds of condoms, as he got them free. But, he never did end up fucking me. Oh well, maybe the next time?

I then asked him what he really wanted to do to me. He said that he wanted to suck me. I asked if he wanted me to cum in his mouth, and after a moment, he told me that he did. He asked if I would let him, and I told him that I wanted him to treat me just like he had treated his wife. I told him that if he wanted to suck me, and make me cum in his mouth, that I would do whatever he wanted me to do.

I lay there, my arms up over my head in feminine surrender, and he decided that he wanted to suck me to orgasm. His prickly moustache sometimes caused me discomfort, but that is what a lady has to endure, right? So, submissively, I lay there, and I let him make love to me. Then his right hand went down between my legs, and started to push up into where my cunt would have been, if I had been a real lady. I was going crazy with what this man was doing to me.

I asked him if he wanted to make me cum, and he told me that he really did want to make me cum. I asked him if he wanted to make me cum in his mouth. He thought about it for a minute, and told me that he would really like that. I told him that they way he was treating me, was certainly going to make me cum.

He asked me what I wanted, and I told him that I wanted to be treated just like his wife had been treated. I wanted, even for only a brief few hours, to walk in her shoes. I wanted to be his wife. I told him that I loved being his little sissy wife, as I bucked around. His fingers between my legs was driving me wild, as he sucked me gently.

This drove me right over the edge. I adored being made love to in this way. I told him that I loved being his little sissy girl, and he kept reminding me that I was not a sissy lover, but that as far as he was concerned, I was being a very lovely and very sexy woman for him. I adored hearing these words. I can not tell you how much I loved hearing those words. Johnny sure knows how to turn my crank.

He asked me what I wanted, and I told him that I wanted for him to pretend that I was his wife, and that I wanted for him to treat me the same way that he treated his wife. I wanted to walk in her shoes, with her husband. I wanted him to make me orgasm, like he’d made love to her before.

He finally made such love to me, that he made me cum. I was delirious. I had laid back, arms up over my head, enjoying a pose of utter submission to a man, while his hand was exploring my most intimate parts, gently caressing me between my legs, while his mouth coaxed my orgasm out of me. I was deliriously happy with being his girl friend for the night. His fingers caressing and poking between my legs, drove me wild with excitement. I felt utterly under his control, and it was delightful. He was making love to a woman and I was she.

I asked him what he had done with his wife, and he told me that he had fucked her. I told him that I had never been fucked, but if he wanted to treat me like his wife, that I would be happy to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. I was hoping that he would decide to take my cherry for me. I wanted to feel this man, this husband type of lover, inside of me. Well, maybe the next time?

I kept telling him what to do, what was making me feel really nice, and all the time I kept repeating how much I loved being his woman for him. He did what I asked him to, and he continued to suck me, making me reach the edge. When he would bring me to the edge, he would stop for a while, and come back up to kiss me tenderly. I asked him if it really turned him on to see me in my frills and my satins, and he told me that I was a very sexy woman to him, and that he loved me in my lace and satin.

When he finally brought me to the orgasm, it was completely different than any orgasm that I had ever had before. Usually, orgasms were all physical. This time, there was a great deal of emotional release, in being seduced and loved to an orgasm, by a man, who made love to me as though I was his woman.

It was so wonderful. I felt such a deep sense of release. I felt such a sense of deep completion. I was so drained that I did not want to move. I just wanted to float there for a while. I kissed this man, with a deep appreciation for what he had made me feel. I felt that I had been thoroughly made love to, and it was satisfying more than anything I had ever felt before. I was floating on a lovely pink cloud.

After he had done making love to me, he lay with me, embracing me for a very long time, holding me tightly, and caressing me. He had rolled up onto his left side so that he was facing me, and with strong arms that would not let me disagree, he rolled me up onto my right side, so that I was facing him. My arms went up and embraced his neck as he held me in that position for a delightfully long time.

I was euphoric as I kissed and was kissed, and I told him how wonderful he had made me feel, and how much I had loved being his woman for a while. I had truly felt like I had been a seduced and a loved woman, for this man. He had treated me exactly in the way that I had always wanted for a man to treat me. I luxuriated in a wonderful feeling of having been completed.

Johnny had made me feel like I really had been his woman for the night. I loved it.

Then I got to experience something that I had never even thought of experiencing, and it also proved to be a very delightful emotion to.

Johnny sat on the edge of his bed, and he watched me, as I got redressed in my executive woman’s business suit again. I was acutley aware of his eyes on me, and I felt utterly feminine, as I pulled my slip down over my head. Johnny started to redress himself, as I buttoned my blouse back up. He watched me, as I stooped over, stepped into my skirt, and he helped me to tucky my slip and blouse into it, as I put it back on. I knew that these were the only clothes that I had to wear and it thrilled me to know that I was in a situation that was completely feminine in orientation. I loved it.

Men like my Johnny, had seen women like me, get redressed up again, in such a familiar fashion, after having made love to them, many times, I was certain. It was a first for me though, to have a man watch me dress in women’s clothes, after he had made love to me as his woman. I loved every second of it to. This was what a normal woman does. Knowing that these were my circumstances, really pleased me.

We returned to the living room, so he could catch up on the hockey game that he had been watching, and we sat on the couch, to talk for a long while. He was obviously treating me in a rather familiar fashion then, but I decided that he had earned the right to treat me as though I was his personal girl friend. After all, had I not acted like his personal French maid? He now had rights to me, as far as I understood. I liked feeling like the girl friend to. I was Johnny’s girl friend. He treated me like I was his girl friend.

After a while, I finished my wine, kissed him one last time, thanked him for treating me like a real woman, and he accompanied me down to the exit door. I was still feeling euphoric as I walked to my car, to return to my hotel room.

At the time of this writing, I am planning to see my lover man again. I loved being his woman. He treated me from the first second as though I was of the feminine gender, and every time I even mentioned that I was nothing but a sissy faggot cock sucker, he would disagree with me, telling me that in his mind, I was completely a woman. He liked me because of my womanliness, not my sissyness. I really liked the way that I could turn him on just by wearing my French maid’s uniform. That was definitely the reaction of a man to a sexy loking female.

I did find out that he had only had sex with one other male during the six years, and that kind of made me feel very special. He told me that he had never kissed a man, before he had met me for the first time. This made me feel really special. He certainly spent an awful lot of time kissing me. I hope that he was not misleading me, just to get into my panties. Men are like that , you know? But. Johnny was one man that I would let into my panties anytime he wanted to get into them.

I know one thing for certain, Johnny knows how to treat a lady, and treat her in such a way that he gets her into his bed. Way to go Johnny... You are a winner, man... I compliment you on your success with me, even if it was me that you managed to seduce. You saw me, you conquered me, and you made me love being conquered by you.

I really loved it, and I look forward to having you seduce me again.

Well, it is midnight now, so I think I will need to go to sleep, wearing my lovely new sleep wear, and I will be dreaming of the one chance that I have had, to really have been your lady. It was wonderful. I loved waling in a wife’s shoes for an evening. I hope he will let me do it again, soon.

With love, Miss Debi Johnson e-mail me at dljohnson@cnwl.igs.net

 

 

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