Real Stories - July 2005

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He bathed me and dried me. He was getting excited and he started to fondle me, but I stopped him. My confidence was growing by the minute. I looked deep into his eyes and told him to repeat: "I must not touch my loving wife Ingrid, without her permission." While he repeated these words, his face turned red and his voice was thin and trembling.

He then helped me dress. While I was applying my make-up, he commented on my boots and skirt, so I told him to keep quiet until I gave him permission to voice his opinion. He began to argue, so I gave him a sharp slap across the face, then another, just to remind him who was in charge now. He reacted like a stunned rabbit and instantly stopped in his tracks, much to my amusement and satisfaction.

I told him to get undressed and sit at my dressing table. I covered the mirror, combed his hair in a ponytail and tied it in a big white ribbon. I applied his eye-shadow, liner, mascara, blusher and lipstick, then varnished his finger-nails and toe-nails.

I handed him a pair of tight-fitting white frilly panties with pink lacing, and told him to put them on. His knees were shaking so much that he nearly fell over.

A matching bra and suspender belt followed, then long nylon stockings长袜 — a close-fitting covering for the leg and white sling-back sandals with ankle straps. I fixed a white bonnet with pink lacing to his head and a matching collar项圈 — a band worn around the neck around his neck.