Submissive Sarah
Keywords: Submissive, Sarah,
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"I've got this for you." I took the small box out of my cast-off trouser pocket and handed it to her. It's a little thank you." She looked surprised and opened it. Inside was a gold chain with an small Ankh hanging from it.
"It means 'Life' "I said. "Thank you for a new life"
I took it from her limp fingers and fastened it round her neck.
"It's beautiful" she said "Thank you so much. I shall wear it always."
She hugged me and kissed my cheek. I thought I saw a tear as she pulled away.
It was a dream evening. After the meal we sat close on the sofa and just admired each other. We discussed clothing and underwear and what we liked. We talked about makeup. How to determine the colours for a particular skin tone. I was in ecstasy. The clothing against my skin was haunting me with avert slight movement and the thong was playing a large part.
Eventually, after drinking all the wine, we parted for the night. I regretfully closed the door to my room and started to undress. The nightgown was back on the pillow and this time I put it on. I could no longer control my emotions, The feel of the silk from breast to ankles caused an erection I couldn't ignore and it only took a few quick strokes to bring me to a, more or less, satisfying climax. I was able to sleep afterwards curled in the erotic feel of silk.
I woke early next morning and put the gown on over the nightdress as I went to the shower.
"Go in and help yourself" Michelle called from the kitchen. "Find something to wear." Now there was a thought. An invitation to investigate her lingerie. I opened the drawers and pulled some panties and bras aside. I was spoilt for choice. I wanted to try them all on. I settled for a white satin set and camisole. I dressed in these and found a pair of honey coloured stay-ups. Opening the wardrobe posed even more of a problem. I had no idea what went with what so I chose a green mini skirt and white shirt top with short sleeves. I retrieved my wig and did my best with it but the makeup threw me. After several attempts I wailed for help and Michelle came in laughing. She fixed my face quickly and expertly and we went into the kitchen for coffee.
"I like what you're wearing" she said. "you have good taste. "
"It's what I would like to see you in" I said. "And I know you have good taste."
We spent the morning playing with makeup and by lunchtime I was getting good at putting it on myself. We had a bite to eat and afterwards I decided I wanted to go shopping. The internet of course. I placed my plastic on the desk and said, "Michelle, these are for us. I want to buy he clothing today for both of us. We share. OK?"
"If you say so." She replied smiling. "But I have expensive tastes"
"Good. So do I" I said.
I spent a fortune that afternoon. She showed me all the best shops to buy clothing and we discussed each item in detail. I also managed to order my own set of breasts and something called a gaff which looked awful but apparently would be needed if I wanted to hide a certain bulge.
We also did some deportment lessons. I hadn't got out of spreading my legs when I sat down – something even I noticed and definitely un-ladylike. Se showed me how to walk more attractively and even how to stand.
In the evening we just listened to music, drinking malt whisky, talking softly about our tastes in clothes and discussing hair styles. Michelle had a lot of fashion magazines which we happily browsed through, metaphorically spending our annual wages several times over. It was two o'clock before the first yawns started and we headed off to our rooms for the night. I was getting quite frustrated now, having to say goodnight to a beautiful girl without even a kiss and going to sleep in a negligee but didn't know how to approach the subject without spoiling everything. I was also still aware she was a man dressed as a woman but it didn't seem to matter now.
Sunday morning we both slept late and dressed casually in short skirts and tops. It was a warm sunny morning without a cloud in the sky.
"Let's drink our coffee into the garden" She said smiling "Don't worry, no-one can see in and the fresh air will be nice" Nice wasn't, perhaps, the best word to use. The light breeze around my stocking covered legs and panties was very erotic. It was a new feeling altogether. The thought that my balls were only separated from the outside air by the thinnest of nylon started an immediate erection. I covered it as best as I could but I thought Michelle had noticed.
Wow, "I said "This is amazing. "I feel as if I've got nothing on"
"I thought you'd like it," she said "I often come out here where no-one can see me."
We sat at the garden table and sipped our drinks. "Are you enjoying your weekend as a woman?" she asked. "Do you still think it's for you?"
"I thought a few moments and replied "I love the feeling of the clothing. It's totally different to being dressed as a man. Every article has a texture all of it's own and each one is exciting. I also like looking good..."
"Looking beautiful, you mean" she interrupted. "You look beautiful she said more softly.
I blushed and continued, "But I don't really feel like a woman. I'm still very aware I'm a man playing dress-up."
"I do as well, "she said quietly, "I don't know If I will ever feel a complete woman. Perhaps time will tell."
"Perhaps, "I said "In the meantime, yes I am enjoying all of this and I'm not looking forward to having to put my old clothes on and spend a week in trousers and shirts."
"Why don't you take some clothes home with you? You could dress in the evenings and sleep in something nicer too." She said enthusiastically.
"No" I laughed. "They're your clothes.
"I've loads of clothing here" she said "Go on, take some with you."
I thought a few moments. The idea did sound attractive. To be able to slip into something nice sexy after work had definite appeal.
I smiled. "OK, lets go for it. "
"In fact, don't bother changing to go home. Just go as you are." She suggested. "You don't have to get out of your car till you get home. No-one will see."
This suggestion took a bit more thought. Suppose I had to stop somewhere. Suppose the police stopped me for something. Neither of these had ever happened before and there was no reason they should happen now.
"Ok" I said, grinning "Thank you I will."
So, that evening Michelle packed a small case with clothing we had chosen and I drove home with them in the boot. It was a totally uneventful journey, fortunately. Every time I stopped at lights, I thought people would stare but apart from a couple of appreciative looks from men in the lane beside me, It was a quiet journey. I parked up in front of the house and took the case from the boot. I had forgotten the neighbours but as it was dark, I didn't think anyone had seen me. "Anyway" I said to myself "I don't think they'd recognise me".
So that night I slept in my own bed in a white satin baby doll nightie and woke early Monday morning, feeling wonderful.
*Chapter 7*
The week passed slowly and work felt more tedious than usual. Each evening I would shower and change into stockings, panties and either a chemise or dress and browse the internet for make-up tips or hairstyles. I bought a new wig for myself. Long, blonde with loose curls. There seemed masses of hair and looked fabulous. It covered my shoulders in a shower suited my face perfectly. It arrived in time for the weekend and I tucked it away so could surprise Michelle. I also bought her a new wig in a similar style but brunette with red highlights.
At last Friday evening arrived and I rushed home to shower and change. I dressed in a brown and cream print dress made from the thinnest material that flowed seductively round my body. A white camisole peeped out of the v-neck and I wore a thin gold chain around my neck. I took special care with my make-up thought the final result was pretty sexy. I loaded my suitcase into the car and set off to Michelle's house. On the way, I stopped at some lights and a large BMW pulled up beside me. The driver was a young man wearing an expensive looking suit. He looked in at me and smiled. Feeling naughty, I lowered my lashes and gave him the sexiest smile I could. His eyebrows lifted and his grin grew wider. The lights changed and I drove off smiling to myself. I hadn't found him at all attractive but the encounter gave me a lot of confidence in my appearance.
Michelle opened the door as I walked up the path. She looked incredible and very desirable. "Hey you look wonderful "she cried as I carried my suitcase inside. "How was your journey?"
I told her about the guy in the BMW who had looked at me and told her about my week. "It was great to be able to wear lovely clothes all week" I said .
"I thought so" she said smiling.
All our internet purchases had arrived and the evening was spent, each of us trying them on and parading around.
"How about we go shopping tomorrow?" she suggested. I must have looked horrified. "Not local, into the city. No-one will recognise us and we can shop till we drop" she laughed.
"But I'm not sure..."
"You look great. " she interrupted. "Really beautiful. Trust me."
"Well, OK" I said but it didn't feel Ok. I felt very nervous.
Saturday morning we were up early, which was just as well as I took ages over my appearance. Nothing seemed good enough for me. I tried on every dress, skirt and blouse we owned. Altered my make-up a dozen times and brushed my hair till it crackled.
"Well you have one very feminine habit" she said grinning. "Come on for God's sake. We're going to miss the shops at this rate."
Eventually, we climbed into her car and set off. "I feel so nervous "I said weakly
"I know how you feel, remember. " Michelle said "Just don't worry. You really do look good you know." I nodded and looked out of the window.
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Keywords: Submissive, Sarah,