'Miss' April and her 'Designated Suitor'

Although I knew that the wicked beautifull demi-goddess that was my darling mother wouldn't return from her out-of-town dealings until much later tonight, I had obediently and faithfully kept to her rules and dressed to the nines for the night in a beautiful pale ice blue satin evening gown with silver trim and a sexy slit at the side. My now quite long dark auburn hair was done up in a lustrous high ponytail that was tied off with a pretty satin bow that matched the dress and I was wearing a gorgeous pair of silver highheeled sandals. Of course I wore the appropriate jewelry and I was perfectly made up, false lashes and all. I was wearing my prettiest undies and a pair of delicious tan-coloured nylons. Nothing but perfection was enough for mother. I'd had a small meal and I had just settled on the couch with a girly drink when 'mother' called to tell me that her solicitor would come by to bring round some papers for her to sign. She told me she'd be home around ten and I was to stand in for her and keep the gentleman entertained until her return. I don't think she meant anything directly sexual with that but I'm certain that putting me in an uncomfortable and potentially disconcerting position is definitely part of her kind of tactics. Me being home alone, all glammed up, being set-up to meet with a relative stranger was certainly still quite scary, especially in the light of her recent hinting at and mercilessly teasing me about me supposedly starting to get attracted to men. Even worse was the fact that she may actually be right as the concept of being desired, especially by men, seemed to be an intregral and natural part of becoming the irresistible young lady in the mirror. Mother herself insisted that the pretty miss I must become, should always be acutely aware of the effect such a young lady has on men, and if you hadn't guessed already, mother is always right.
Sir Geoff was a quite handsome, conservative looking gentleman in his late fifties. I had met the gentleman briefly before but only in company of mother. I was not certain how much she had told him. Of course, as a 'friend of the family' he must know that my parents never had a daughter.

Sir Geoff was mother's solicitor but he had also been a longtime businesspartner of my late father and for some reason I was quite sure that Sir Geoff was on the level with and by the sound of it even quite supportive towards my depraved mother's imaginative ministrations to completely feminize her obviously already effeminate son. When asked, she usually tells the 'o so very respectable' town's people that she was totally unselfishly supporting her troubled son with his gender confusion issues. Only a small circle of her peculiar friends knew that my 'pillar of the community' mother was really a rather depraved woman who had caught her kinky son crossdressing and who had fallen in love with the idea of transforming him into her ultra feminine plaything, her own living Barbie doll.
It hadn't just been about having me dressed as a girl on a daily basis. Just making me a girl wasn't enough so mother decided I had to become the ultimate feminine little miss who would only be allowed to dress in silks and satins, who wore girdles with real nylon stockings and who always wore the prettiest of high heeled shoes. It was going to be ribbons, bows and lace all the way. Money played no role and my closet was now filled with sophisticated cocktail dresses, glistening evening gowns, impossibly narrow pencil skirts and the most glamorous silk blouses. I owned several pairs of beautiful high heeled shoes and my drawers were filled with the most luxurious lingerie, foundations and stockings. I basically was made to live like a stylized grown-up version of one of these junior pageant princesses. Of course it wasn't as ridiculous, as mother had excellent taste in matters of fashion and style but just saying I looked overtly feminine was not enough. I had to be precious and exquisite now and I was only allowed to speak, act and move
accordingly. The young lady that now accompanied mother on her out of town shopping sprees was a picture of beauty and refinement. She was stunning and

I had to become the ultimate feminine
little miss who would only be allowed
to dress in silks and satins, who wore
girdles with real nylon stockings and
who always wore the prettiest of high
heeled shoes.

sophisticated, an overtly delicate and feminine delight. She possessed a true vintage moviestar glamour, a rarity in today's age for a young miss her age.

Of course I couldn't complain much as this had all started when she accidentally walked in on me in the old attic. I had been completely dressed as a girl and was posing in front of a large mirror. I had been experimenting with dressing up as a girl there since I found this strangely fascinating suitcase filled with all kinds of ladies attire, a pair of high heeled shoes and even a wig. In hindsight I'm not completely sure if me discovering the mysterious suitcase had been completely accidental. Anyway, that's when 'mother' took charge of things.

Mother had been intrigued as she had watched watched her 16 year old son admire his own girlified reflection in the full length mirror. She watched him elegantly spin around, his skirt and petticoat swirling with him. She smiled as she watched her son throw his reflection a little kiss. He looked as if in bliss, captivated and enthralled in his/her femininity and mother had fallen in love with the sight of pure and wondrous femininity that had come alive right in front of her. With his slender near hairless body and his refined features he would be perfect.  He had everything to become sugar and spice and a whole lot of nice. Her beautiful glamorous princess, overtly feminine and elegant, a pristine doll whose beauty was soon to rival her own.
No longer would he be allowed to be a rough and disobedient adolescent boy. He must become mother's doll, a picture perfect, sweet, and and adorable young lady....
Several months went by since and under the inspiring guidance of my mother I had entered into a fairy world of hopelessly delicate debutantes and helpless fragile damsells. Mother was revelling in her new power and sheer dominance over me. Her enthusiasm and the obvious pleasure she seemed to get from my virtual subjugation clearly said that it was at least partly for her own depraved sexual satisfaction. 

I hadn't actually been as if I had to be forced as mother made shure that my up to then hidden desires and fetishes were well catered for and under these extraordinary circumstances we may find it much easier to do and think what we are told than to make these decisions and choices ourselves. In the end things are not our responsibillity anymore either and that almost results in a feeling of freedom... As long as those things don't clash with more deepfounded needs or wants we may have, it's a hell of an attractive concept. And of course the silk dresses, luxurious lingerie and the stockings were completely intoxicating. I never had had a chance against such temptations.

So when Sir Geoff had arrived with the papers I had first showed him to a chair and poured the gentleman a brandy. When I went to put mother's papers on her desk, my mind was racing and i was close to panicking, wondering what my next action should be but when I returned Sir Geoff was already confidently sitting back in his chair, sipping his brandy and quietly smoking a cigar, seeming completely on top of the situation.... I only found out later that Sir Geoff, apparently having a penchant for this kind of very overt and deliberate femininity, had already shown an active interest in my development and  had been keenly aware of mother's little scenario from the beginning....
"Your darling 'mother' has made you look so very very lovely and feminine now, April my dear", said Sir Geoff, virtually drooling over my new appearance. Gaining some confidence out of his reaction, I put my hands on my hips and couldn't resist striking a sexy pose, glancing coyly over my shoulder at him and drawing the slit in my pretty evening gown up my thigh a bit higher, suggestively showing off a large part of my smooth stockinged leg to this lecherous older man."You are becoming quite a bit of an irresistible little seductress, honey" the elderly 'Don Juan' mumbled, only just keeping himself from salivating. Then he put down his drink and his cigar, nervously took a few steps toward me and now, standing quite close to me, proceeded to gently slip his arm around my waist . "Now tell me, darling....Your delightful 'mother' tells me that once you are all dressed up as the little lady we agreed you must become now, you desperately want to be held and kissed by a real man. Is that true, sweetheart?" "Yes sir", I mumbled, still slightly disconcerted by admitting it.Up to recently I still tried to deny it but it was true, as soon as I pictured myself as the glamorous young miss 'mother' made me portray, the mere thought of men lusting after me got me all tingly and excited. The whole time when I was mincing around the house in a pretty cocktail dress, full make-up and hair, wearing my highest heels, images of me being in the arms of and passionately making out with masculine older men kept racing through head to the point where I would actually cream my pretty girly panties at the mere thought." Does that include more mature men too, my darling April?" Sir Geoff continued, smiling expectantly, meaning that 'mother' had probably already briefed him on the details of my daydream suitors. I timidly flustered "yes sir" as the men in my fantasies had actually exclusively been somewhat portly masterfull older gentlemen who always wore a conservative suit and tie. Which was probably why my depraved 'mother' had set me up to be alone with Sir Geoff, who fitted the profile perfectly. Now understanding where this was supposed to go, I felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation going through me and at that moment I actually had to keep myself from shaking oncontrollably as I realised I was about to give myself to this depraved elderly aristocrat to do with me as he pleases by my own (relatively)free will. Sir Geoff, breathing heavily, had obviously taken his cue from my reply and now his large manly hands were holding me possessively around my waist whilst my

Then he put down his drink and his
cigar, nervously took a few steps
toward me and now, standing quite
close to me, proceeded to gently
slip his arm around my waist .

delicate manicured hands with the shiny salon nails were resting on his shoulders. And then he moved in to kiss me, and just like in my daydreams I immediately felt incredibly feminine and totally receptive towards his romantic avances.
The anxiety leading up to that first, still almost shy kiss had already gotten me to go weak at the knees, but when our mouths then met again with less platonic intentions and Sir Geoff began to French kiss me deeply and passionately, I was close to a spontaneous orgasm. I can still remember tasting the manly aroma of cigar smoke and whiskey on his breath, and the urgency of his thick muscular tongue invading me like it was his manhood. I wanted to drive him crazy with lust and desire for me and when I noticed his bulging manhood already growing throbbing hard against my belly I just gyrated my silk-encased young body against his as erotically as possible. By now his hands were everywhere, caressing my bum, my stocking tops through silk of my dress and then back to possessively pulling me against him whilst still frenching me passionately. Totally in ecstasy I moaned softly in between kisses. This successfull professional older man was so much stronger than me but however forcefull and passionate he held me, he still held me like I was something precious and delicate. I think I'm falling in love....with being made to be April.

 I only found out later that Sir Geoff,
 apparently having a penchant for this
kind of very overt and deliberate femininity
, had already shown an active interest in
my development and  had been keenly
aware of mother's little scenario from
the beginning....

   


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a Tribute to Madge and Timmy

I've just posted this on fictionmania. It's basically a tribute to Anonymous Writer, together with Cheryl Lynn one of the authors I follow on there. Of course I've incorporated some of my personal preferences and left out what doesn't quite tickle my fancies(like the threat of castration AW seems to prefer) but for the most part I tried to keep within the tradition. You can find the original Madge stuff HERE.

Madge's wonderfull Christmas-party

It was a rather festive do and all the guests were dressed to the nines, the ladies wore their prettiest dresses and the men wore their best suit and tie. Madge herself looked sublime as usual in a gorgeous black satin tailored pants suit
(Madge chatting to her  best friend Ruth)
"You'll be amazed, darling. I've been working on Tim ever since I found him in my bedroom lounging about in my  prettiest lingerie, dresses and high heels. I can't believe it's been nearly two years now.
Off course Timmy never would have been much of a manly man anyway. He was always too slight, delicate and much too pretty. The new life i'm forcing on him is so much more suitable to his meek fragile nature, you'll see when you meet him/her. I'm turning our little boy into a delicious wanton little lady, the wet dream of all the men that get the privilege of meeting him! You should see him as he elegantly minces and preens around the room wiggling his girly bum and teetering on his stiletto heels in a pretty dress and with his makeup and hair all done up nice and pretty. Can't even walk properly without his heels anymore as after wearing them for the past six months virtually permanently, poor Timmy's calf-muscles have adjusted to them. Timmy has always looked and acted more like a girl than a boy anyway and now with my help he's even more feminine than most girls his age. He's also started

developing little breasts now, even when I only have him on hormones every other month to keep some of the pervy boy thoughts alive that brought our little darling to us in the first place."

It was Madge's annual glamourous Christmas party and she couldn't wait to show off her latest successes with Timmy/Tiffany to all her friends and relations. Only a handfull of Madge's closest friends knew of Tiffany's true gender  and even they were convinced it was all Timmy's idea and Madge was just helping and encouraging her transgendered protege.

"The only problem I still had to solve was his uncooperative attitude towards dating men as up to very recently my princess had been very reluctant to accept her designated sexual orientation( of course if Timmy really had had such a strong preference for girls, he shouldn't have dressed up as one ) but technology came to the rescue. A friend of mine who works in neurology got me this tiny device that gives off pulses to certain nerve endings(in this case Timmy's erogenous area) via a small precisely placed electrode, giving me the power to reward Timmy's thoughts and actions with sexual stimulation. The full-on setting actually has our little lady in a total state of orgasm. This, together with a strict regime of carefully selected suggestive moviesequences and soundfiles about pretty girls like Tiffany falling under the spell of depraved older

gentlemen, have worked wonders. I even went as far as rewarding Timmy for verbally affirming his deep desires to be kissed and held by such men with delicious little orgasms. It was absolutely delightfull to watch. In the end i didn't have to use the device anymore, just the suggestion and hearing the words coming out his own pretty little mouth had him coming in his pretty panties all on his own. I have a feeling that tonight our princess is going to be very appreciative of the male attention she'll undoubtedly get."

Madge was almost purring with anticipation about the coming events as the two wicked ladies anxiously awaited Timmy/Tiffany's entrance.

"You see it's not only the conditioning and the rewards that make it work, the point is that before we tried to hook her up with boys her age and that made Timmy think of his own former life and in that light his subconscious mind translated this into a mainly 'boy on boy' experience and that did nothing to make Timmy feel like the girl in the setup. The situation with a mature gentleman turns out to be completely different as there is nothing that brings Timmy to the surface and Tiffany gets to both revell in her own now obvious feminine nature (especially compared to this 'man creature') and her newfound desireabillity."

Madge seemed quite certain of herself and when our debutante finally joined the party, looking like an absolute dream of sublimated femininity in an exquisite black silk sheath cocktailgown, a fox stole and a pair of absolutely impossible black patent stiletto's, even Ruth was stunned.  With her hair done up in a very glamorous Marylin-like style(monsieur Henri had spent at least 2 hours getting it just right) and all the details like her make-up, the salon- nails and jewelery totally perfect, she looked like a young nineteenfifties moviestar. Of course Tiffany(at that point the whole concept of there being a 'Timmy' seemed very very far away) first came over to greet her favorite aunt and her guest and even dropped a little curtsey to the ladies. When she hugged and kissed Madge, Ruth heard her softly whisper a very sweet and sincere sounding "Thank you, aunty" to her 'benefactor'. It was simply delightfull.

"Now you go and introduce yourself to our guests, young lady, and don't forget to stand under the mistletoe a lot. And remember the rule, my little lady is not allowed to refuse any kisses from the gentlemen, do you hear. I won't stand for it after all we've done for you, sweetheart."
Tiffany meekly answered "Yes of course aunty". With that our little ingenue was off to join the party, delightfully swishing her stockinged legs within the confines of the exquisite but very restrictive calf-length gown.
Tiffany of course politely greeted Madge's ladyfriends with a kiss on the cheek but when she was introduced to a gentleman, she almost melted into him when she stood on tippytoes to offer said gentlemen her lips.

"Wait untill she meets old mr. Braxton, my sollicitor. He actually knows about Timmy (as he's an accomplice in changing Timmy's legal status) but he has been flirting with Tiffany ever since he first set eyes on her. Up to know she just saw this as the innocent chitchat of a friendly old uncle but recently i had her declaring her romantic feelings towards this elderly cassanova whilst holding his picture on a regular basis with some help of my little electro device and i have a feeling that they are going to get on extremely well tonight. Love is in the air..."
Madge almost giggled with evilish delight at this prospect.....

As Madge pointed out a heavy-set graihaired gentleman in his mid-sixties, Ruth saw that Tiffany/Timmy was already moving in his direction. She also noticed that Madge had taken out a small electronic device with buttons. So when Tiffany found her friendly uncle already waiting under a strand of mistletoe and kissed him lovingly on the mouth whilst resting her beautifully manicured hands on his shoulders, Madge almost simultaneous pushed the button."Just a tiny bit of encouragement on the lowest level to get her 'in the mood' should do it",she whispered to her friend.

The result was instant as Ruth actually saw a shiver go through Tiffany;s slender silk encased body and it didn't stop at that as when that first kiss ended she immediately drew her elderly admirer in for more and even more intimate mouth contact. His strong manly hands slipped greedily around her waist and within moments our little lady was actually passionately making out with her old 'uncle'.

within moments our little lady was actually passionately making out with her old 'uncle'

Madge was purring like the proverbial Cheshire cat at her newest victory. "Isn't it absolutely delightfull and terribly romantic? They are so going to fall deeply in love, she chuckled."
A short while later our lovebirds had obviously slipped away and when Marge and Ruth had a furtive peek in the adjoining room we found the two on the sofa, his arm still posessively around Tiffany's waist whilst kissing her passionately. The skirt of the silk dress had ridden up, exposing her smooth stockinged legs, being softly caressed by her elderly beau. She was in her turn timidly touching the now obviously bulge in the man's trousers whilst giving off soft moans of pleasure inbetween his deep probing kisses.
"I'll leave at it for a while but of course I will have to make an end to this before it goes any further. One does not need to hurry this romance as I'm planning to have lots more fun with our little debutante. Wait untill the extremely religious, almost puritan mrs. Braxton finds out that her beloved husband has fallen hopelessly in love with such a delicious creature like young Tiffany. The whole situation has intoxicating possibillities for further depraved intrigues. I love it already. In the end I'm just a hopeless romantic", Madge giggled........

The nasty aunties.........

Always been a bit dissatisfied with the domme ladies in the Christeen art. All a bit too young, pretty and a bit bimbo-ish. Castre on the other hand is brilliant at the strict mommies but the victims stay quite a bit too male for my tastes(balding husbands in pretty frocks don't quite do it for me -I don't care about their uglyness or them being not that convincing, as that is part of the charm, but it's made a little bit too obvious.). Trying to find some middle ground for my own stuff. Not all that easy as there are quite few suited faces and pics of nasty elderly ladies to be found online and one needs a basis to work with. I'm trying though. Not quite found the right amount of nastyness yet but i'm getting in the right direction.

p.s. Castre's work can be found at  Petticoat Discipline Monthly

And you better start looking like you are really really enjoying your
new life or there will be consequenses, young lady..

Dirty Old Men

Always had it. I'm a bit older myself now but even as a teen transvestite i loved to be lusted after by much older men. Love their clawlike hands on my silk encased body, their strong necks, their thick muscular tongues invading my mouth. Love to go all teenager in love on them. Love the lust in their eyes, the desire, but also the thankfull gentle and generous attitude. Totally want to be their ultra femme dreamprincess and i go all out for that. Think it's their basic type of masculinity that makes ME the ultimate femme lady in the centre of his attention.. No real age limit on the upper side, my last gentleman friend was 81, grey and not the fit sporty senior(not my thing) and i was very much in love/lust with him......
Contrary to what you may think not the easiest targetgroup to fancy though. Get a lot of mistrust as a lot of these lovely men seem to asume it's some sort of financial gain i'm after. Being quite an attractive TV(even if i say so myself), men often just don't believe they have a chance with me at their age........Bit sad because they really really do.......
 Images removed through new puritan blogger rules

Marcia (and Her Delightfull Wicked Stepmother)

by: Saskia/Zee

Marcia part 1
(dating?)


My stepmother never really disapproved of my dressing up as a girl, which I discovered in my early teens. She actually encouraged me and provided me with the prettiest of girls clothes(at first supposedly accidentally as in "there's a box of your cousin's stuff I put in your spare closet for safekeeping"-strangely enough all brandnew and all in my exact size - later once she "accidentally" caught me dressed much more directly) as she found it "darling" as she regularly exclaimed in her sweetish taunting manner( in a slight foreign accent-she always reminded me of a brunette ZsaZsa Gabor). She thought I should have the complete experience of being a pretty teenage lady so in the end she made me  have boyfriends and relentlessly set me up on dates with young men she or her friends knew. She was ruthless and she never took no for an answer. She would take hours grooming me for my dates. My now long hair would be in curlers, she would do my nails and make up and she'd help me get into some extremely glamorous partydress she bought me for the occasion. Meanwhile her evilish but seductive voice would be ringing through my head instrucing me how to behave and especially how a lucky girl like me should feel and think on my date. This would go on and on for ages untill I seemed not to have a thought or a will of my own anymore. Mummy really knew what was good for me and by then I was feeling like a princess awaiting her wonderfull prince. It all felt so right and I loved mummy for making me see her way. I was the perfect date and would always try to please my boyfriend as long as there was no sex(I was to be a young "lady" looking for romance and kisses, not a slut). I would however be very willing and enthousiatically when kissing and making out with my "boyfriend". And the week after it roughly went the same way with a different dress, a new even more glamorous hairdo and a new boyfriend. She even set up a website for me where I was supposedly frantically looking for suitable men and where I(she) was posting my sexiest pictures. This of course attracted a more adult kind of men but mummy knew that it was what a girl like me needed......

Marcia part 2
(Marc)
I had actually planned to run away today. It's not that I'm complaining as I have been a very willing participant in the whole thing up to now but often the weirdness of my home situation gets to me. It was the last day of school before the summer holliday and I saw the few friends I had left planning all kinds of holiday activities, their camping trips and travels. I was totally loosing contact with that life and would probably loose the few oddball friends that I still had if they even had an idea about what my homelife was like. I was just getting very confused. I had written a note to stepmother to explain that I was going on a camping trip with my friends and that she shouldn't worry(although I had no idea where I was really going). It wasn't to be though as when I stood in front of the door and was going to put the letter in the mailbox, mommy opened the door for me and almost dragged me inside and I was as usual totally overpowered by her presence so nothing came from my escape. Probably meant that Marc would be away for the holidays in a very different way than I had planned. I knew I just wouldn't be able to resist the combination of Mommy's presence and the seductiveness of Marcia.
So here I am, reluctantly sitting at my vanity in my girl's undies, stockings, heels and satin robe, having my stepmother doing my hair and make-up and as we were supposedly celebrating the holidays it was going to be an especially glamourous look today. Looking at the mirror I already felt a change in my demeanor as I saw Marcia coming alive once again and I knew she would soon engulf my resistance and take over the wheel. I hadn't had a chance from the beginning. It just felt too good, Marc would soon just be a nagging voice in the background of my mind..........
Strange thing is that Marcia actually sort of disliked Marc for standing in her way when it came to being as perfect a girl as she could be. Without the voice in her head that kept her from embracing her girlhood completely she could have so much more fun. So as soon as mothers handiwork was done and I was looking at the real Marcia-me again(and I looked unbelievable, mother had me looking like a young fifties moviestar), I decided to tell her about Marc's ministrations to sabotage our plans for the future.
Mommy was of course delighted that her Marcia had won the battle for now and was smiling from ear to ear at my confession. She told me she was so happy that Marcia was here again and that if I was really committed to being Marcia now, she could probably help me to get rid of Marc for the time being.

"Look, she said , if you really going to be Marcia now, you will have to do something for mommy to prove that you are really serious about this. If you will do this for me, we'll have a little hypnosis session like we had when you needed some help with your deportment lessons and we'll make that nasty Marc go on holiday for a while. I can't promiss or tell for how long but for the time being he'll be off my little lady's case. Now, wouldn't you like that, my princess?"
"O yes please mommy", I heard myself say," make Marc go way. I'll do anything you want me to....Please...... ?"
Alright honey, then do this for mommy; there is a lovely email on your computer from your admirer mr.Johnson. It's virtually a loveletter. You will answer it, confirming that Marcia is falling in love with him too. I could of course send it to him myself but I want you to do it yourself as a first action to put Marc off and to show me you are serous about making Marcia reality now. Apart from that he seems to be a very kind and rather attractive gentleman. Just the sort of mature boyfriend I want for my lovely daughter. So here is what you are going to write to your beau......, I've written it down for you."

Falling In Love,

My darling, I've become totally helpless to resist your love for me. Over the course of these past weeks my now so utterly girly emotions caused my confused heart and soul to grow delightfully out of control. And although it's still only a fantasy, I can not help but love you ever so deeply. Your lovely way with words and the passion they transmit make me go weak at the knees like a teenage girl receiving her first kiss. Being in love with a mature manly man is the crown on my feminity and the man returning these feelings with so much desire and passion makes my heart flutter. My romantic thoughts are now all dedicated to my darling, my fiancee, my love. Whilst writing this I cannot help touching myself through the silk of the skirt I'm wearing, stroking my nylonclad legs and letting my hand wander to what's in my satin cami knickers.....I'm already moist.....I'm actually quivering when I imagine you near me and I'm again yearning for your deep continuing kisses. You make me feel like I'm your delicate little princess, your beautifull trophy bride.......Thank you for all that my darling. Hope we can meet in person soon.

With all my Love and Kisses

Your Marcia

"Now I know you still have reservations about dating a more mature gentleman but once we got rid of Marc you will see it's mainly Marc holding you back and you will realize a sophisticated lady like Marcia can't date schoolboys anymore and you will see this is much more appropriate. Just look into the mirror. You are way too sophisticated and glamourous now, those boys wouldn't  know how to treat a classy lady like you. Now go and do as I said and then we can do something about Marc."
Looking in the mirror and seeing a very glamourous and grown up young miss looking back at me almost convinced me she was right so I obeyed and went to my computer. When I saw mr. Johnson's message there was something that raised my concerns again as it said that he had actually talked to mother on the phone and that he was totally delighted she had approved of our budding love and us meeting for real.....This was all going a bit fast for me. In the hope mommy was right about Marc's disappearance fixing this I did however post the response mommy had given me..........

"Now come with me to my room ,darling so we can have our little talk about nasty Marc. And then afterwards we can get you properly dressed as mommy bought you something special for the occasion." I meekly followed. Afterwards  I could remember only vaguely what we talked about or what happened during the session but I could clearly feel something had changed. I felt very relaxed and somewhat euphoric and there was indeed no more nagging voice in the back of my head. I loved my mommy so much........
Meanwhile mommy was getting my new dress for me. I had already switched my suspenderbelt for a small waistcorset with attached suspenderstraps (apparantly the outfit mommy had chosen for me tonight needed it) and I had swapped my bedroom mules for a gorgeous pair of rhinestone sandalettes with a 5" heel. I was really getting in the mood now and when mother came into the room with a large box with the logo of one of the top fashionshops in town , I was purring and almost squeeled when I opened it. There it was, the most glamourous and prettiest gown I had ever seen....... It was a mermaid style dark green taffeta eveninggown.

The sort of gown that brings tears to your eyes...... It was an wonderfully impossibly restricted confection and it would be hard to move around in and it would make me feel as delicate and vulnerable as I desired now. Mommy added: "A young lady like you deserves to feel like a princess sometimes and as you've been such a good girl I'm to spoill and pamper my lovely new daughter a bit. Now come and have glass of champagne with mommy before we get you into your lovely new gown."
When mommy finally closed the zip on the dress, the reality of wearing such a confection totally overwhelmed me. I was almost totally helpless and I initially even needed mommy to support me just standing up and especially sitting down in it. Walking in it will probably always be a tour de force, even for the most elegant and experienced ladies. This, together with my body being constantly caressed by the delicious silk taffetta, the sound it made and last but no means least the absolutely delicious sexy totally classy young lady in the mirror, completely had me in rapture. Mommy handed me a small matching purse to go with it and said in her sweetest voice (she was almost purring) : "Now honey, I have one other surprise for you, sweetheart. You didn't think we got Cinders all dressed up for the ball for nothing, did you? ....Now be carefull how you walk and follow mommy, my darling Marcia."
When I carefully entered the lounge, I was again stunned as there was mr. Johnson, the man I had just sent such an embarrassing message. Strangely, and I'm still not shure if it was Marc's disappearing or something more mommy had added to our session, it didn't feel embarassing anymore...
Mr. Johnson was a bit bigger and a little older (I think he's somewhere in his mid sixties) than I had thought before, he was very handsomely dressed in a classy suit and tie. I was actually getting rather excited even being in the room with such a mature, strong manly man. Me, now being this helpless, vulnerable and delicate little thing and this big man obviously desiring me. It made me feel even more girlish than I already did. At that moment I was completely the girl who wrote that letter and as I felt myself walking over to this man as elegantly and feminine as I could master, I was olmost in a delicious trance. I felt like a virgin bride about to meet her strong handsome groom at the altar and when I finally stood in front off him and looked up at his loving face I felt a shiver going through my body......From that moment on everything happened almost automatically. My hands rested on his big strong chest and I stood on tippy toes to kiss my man lovingly on the mouth when I felt his strong hands holding my waist, again sending shivers through my delicate girly body. The gesture and the feel of his strength and size made me feel so deliciously small, vulnerable and in need of his manly protection and support, MMmmmm.

His hold on me was tight but never rough. He held me like a strong man carefully holding something delicate. When mommy gestured us to come over for drinks on the sofa, his arm was tightly and posessively around my little silk encased waist and I loved every second of it. When we sat down I sat down as close to him as possibly so to signal my total compliance to him handling me the way he did. I slightly rested my head on his strong shoulder a bit, and furtively and deliciously girly, touched and caressed the manly hand that was still holding me tightly around the waist. I was in heaven....... So, after a few glasses of champgne, mother suggested we'd dance and before she left us "two lovebirds" alone, she put on a smoochie cd and got us up so we would get to know eachother better. We certainly did. Feeling his strong arms all over my body now, caressing his neck, having sweet words of love and adoration whispered in my ears, me telling this complete stranger I was in love with him. It was almost too much to grasp and when I once again looked up into his eyes, I drew him closer to gesture his loving girl was yearning for his kisses now.

 This lovely man did not waist any time before filling my mouth with his hungry thick tongue and he made me feel like I was loosing my virginity there and then. I'm fairly shure I had an orgasm there and then. After the dance we sat down and kissed some more....and more and more. For tonight no need for more than  kisses, words of love and adoration  and lustfull suggestion........I was already in heaven.......
So when mother returned and found her beautifull new daughter sitting in the lap of this big mature men wiggling her little silkcovered bottom on his undoubtedly rockhard hidden manhood whilst the new couple shared sweet kisses and loving touches, she purred and smiled like the proverbial cheshire cat at her latest victory........It was all so delightfully pretty and dark.....


There is also an illustrated spoken-word version  of this one HERE