oral servitude

Well, a very nice surprise has come along. A very old girlfriend has invited me over to her place in Norfolk for “an interesting very long weekend” in 10 days time. Instructions are to follow. The last time that we spent together was more than interesting and definitely explored some new experiences for me, and also for her. And it is some of this that I will share with you here.

Elaine and I have known each other since University days. We went out with each other for a few years but didn’t get around to marrying, though it did come close. We would probably have separated anyway, but our lives have certainly been interesting in between times and in how we have developed.

Elaine is very close in age to me (being the same year at Uni) but she still retains her looks and size from those days, perhaps a little fairer in her hair than the brown she used to be and a little more around her bottom. She’s 5ft 4 tall, a size 4 to 6, small breasts (34 small B), pert nipples and a lovely little bottom.

We met in our first year and were soon like rabbits at each other, and we both thoroughly enjoyed exploring sex together. My cross-dressing didn’t feature particularly highly in the mix, partly with the size difference, and I guess just the phase of life, even allowing for my previous experiences in this area.

Apart from being very good friends and going everywhere together, we had a lot of fun and sexually, Elaine was very much into giving oral, being oralled, watersports (not so much my cup of tea), anal sex, toys, and we had explored some aspects of restraint and the dom/sub scene. We also had sex in a number of slightly more unusual places than the normal, such as in a car park near Loch Lomond in full view, though it was raing; so I guess there was an element of exhibitionism in her mixt. We hadn’t reached the stage of actively exploring our bisexuality; that was to come later; we did though fantasize of such scenarios.

As to the intervening years, we had kept in regular contact by letter then e-mails and the occasional call. Elaine married, went off to Suffolk, had her family at a fairly young age (now grown up) and was involved as a director a substantial company. She divorced before I did and I was one of her confidantes to bounce things of. And she was highly supportive of me when my turn came around.

We hadn’t met for a number of years, but as I came out of the whole affair, our e-mails got a little more sexual in nature and ‘exciting’ as we shared our interests and fetishes together. All of this has led to us meeting up occasionally for a weekend involving good food, walks and a lot of sex. This has been mainly on her terms so up to the weekend I am to describe, she hadn’t seen me fully dressed or never played with a gurl.

Sexually, Elaine is great; she is very fit, knows what she wants and enjoys, and very open. She enjoys sex for sex’s sake rather than romance though she has one. I know that she has had a few 3-ways and that she is still into all the activities I described above but now she is happy with a woman, though her preference is men. She loves masturbation and has a substantial number of toys; I have added a few to her collection and I too have ones that we have shared.

I said that Elaine is very fit. She loves prolonged sex sessions and getting very open and wet. She has amazing kegels and several times we have ‘knotted’ together with Elaine on top as my cock remains hard in her cunt and we verbally share our fantasies and thoughts.

She loves being taken in either her cunt or her arse and enjoys having a vibrator in there as well as feeling me in her other hole. She does have (to that point in time) an unsatisfied desire for double penetration and also for experiencing a massive cock at some point. Her kegels are such that she can manipulate a cock to the top inner are of her vagina and also to be able to pull off some interesting fucking by lowering herself up and down on a cock so as to literally frig herself to an orgasm. Her cum is fairly heavy and both her clitoral and vaginal orgasms are pretty intense. Taste-wise and aroma-wise she is not that intense as some girls that I have known, but she is always pretty wet and can ‘seriously orgasm’ when really turned on.

So a final description, a lovely nice cunt, not that heavily pubed, more of a natural strip. A well defined labial area and a nice protruding clit when it is erect, and a lovely puckered anus, devoid of any hair.

She is always lively company and has a lot of interests from cooking to horses and various sports. Her dress sense is fairly conservative being an English countryside girl and she has never been one for exotic underwear or lingerie. And, as far as I have known over the years, she has always preferred female jams over a nightie.

We e-mail each other about 5 times a week; most of it is irrelevant to this experience but the salient point is that obviously I get to hear some of what she has been up to sexually and the same is true the other way, and especially when we are feeling frustrated or whatever.

In mid January, I got a ‘sounder’ of whether I would be up for a long weekend at the end of February and that this would be at her house, rather than the previous time when we met up at a lovely little country inn in the Peak District. I responded with a yes, and nothing really was said until early March when I received a small parcel with a letter in it from Elaine; her writing is pretty distinctive in style so when it arrived, I knew it was from her.

I opened it up to read the title “You are to be my Sexual Servant for the W/End of March…” and Dear Clare (she knows my name and a lot of my experiences in this area as well as my want to become increasingly feminised even to the point of surrendering my male life to the right woman or man). She reiterated the invitation and the date and then “if you accept, by e-mail please, then you will spend the whole time with me as Clare.”

“As you know, I have never seen you dressed and when I do, I want to see what you can achieve and not allow (my name) to interfere. Therefore acceptance of this invitation will entail the following:

* The whole weekend to be spent dressed as a woman. You will arrive as a woman and leave as a woman.

* I will treat you to food, wine and other things as you have covered the previous two weekends. There are some things below that you may need to buy or arrange beforehand.

* That you will be my sexual servant and that I will use you in whatever way I see fit. You will not engage yourself sexually with anyone else between now and our time together and you must refrain from self-relief for a minimum of 5 days beforehand. I will not put you in compromising situations that I am uncomfortable with, but I may decide to push your/our limits.

To this end you will:

(i) Arrive only in women’s clothing and shoes. You may wear unisex clothing, but it must be of a female brand; however, I would prefer you to be as feminine in your dress as possible. You should also carry a handbag of your choice. I would prefer that you arrive by rail as this will mean that you have to travel in public and cross London as a woman. I would suggest arriving in Cambridge on the xxxx (mid pm) train from Kings Cross.

(ii) You will carry no men’s attributes in your luggage, other than shaving gear. Even your deodorant and other items must all be female. I’ll have the requisites in to make sure your pussy and my pleasure tunnels are clean.

(iii) You should be fully prepared as to smoothness of your skin, and your nails (both feet and hands) should be manicured and done. You should obviously do the most you can with your hair. You will wear your breasts and these should have been fixed so as not to come off for the weekend. I am looking forward to seeing and feeling them.

(iv) You should have your clothing for leaving and your time here. For here, I would suggest a couple of skirts for evenings, appropriate tops and shoes, and possibly some wool one pieces and leggings as it is still cold. However, you must bring a black silk blouse, preferably with a frilly or Peter Pan collar and also the following dress. (Here there was a picture and an outlet in my town that stocked it; I’ll leave the details for later)

(v) A minimum of three pairs of stockings, preferably Wolford, two black or charcoal, two pairs of tights (one ribbed and in black).

(vi) All lingerie to be in white, pink or cream. At least two bras will be underwired and two soft to give me a selection choice, also include one sports bra (and I would suggest matching panties), one matching set to include suspender belt or a waspie. Two silky nighties, one long and one medium length. I also want you to source a pair of white/off white/skin-tone panties like I used to wear at University and that you enjoyed feeling me under my skirt. M&S carry something very similar. (Elaine used to like to wear these slightly shiny satiny feel briefs and I enjoyed getting my hand under her skirt and feeling her bottom and sometimes cunt, and often in public such as flicking the back of her skirt up and ‘going in’.)

(vii) Bring at least three vibrators, including my favourite black butt plug one (this is about 6 inches long and like a series of rings). Two should be chrome or glass, as I only want to use heavier toys in our pussies.

(viii) I want you to mail me a cutting of your hair. Soonest please.

(ix) Open the small parcel and wear it during the whole trip.

Please send back your acceptance of this invitation and conditions by e-mail.

I opened the envelope and inside was a small present and inside that, a gold chain necklace. On it, to go across the nape of my neck, was a large gold and amber bead and joined up gold lettering spelling “I am Elaine’s”

I admit that time couldn’t pass fast enough. Most of the items I had but some shopping was needed and obviously for this dress that she had seen and it was very different to what I normally wore.

The evening before I packed and prepared myself, having also had a salon visit for my nails and some waxing. I duly fixed my silicons on, this time, just about a full B small C cup. I didn’t sleep that well with the anticipation of what was to come.

Next morning I showered, shaved, made up (lightly) and breakfasted. For my lingerie, as per instructions I decided to go for a fairly plain white bra that had a small white cross just under the cup join and this was matched through my white hi-brief panties where the cross was at the front top, and to wear tan pantyhose.

For my clothing, I went for a cream Massimo Dutti silk blouse with a rounded collar, a pair of Kookai caramel chamois-like pants, and then a muted fuchsia cashmere sweater with a drop neckline that revealed the top of my blouse, my chain and down to my breasts. Shoes were low heeled (I guess about 1 and a half inch) leather sandals by Banana Republic to match my outfit. I wore a couple of bangles and a ring that I had found at Topshop, so nothing expensive but they looked good. My handbag was a tan Radley bag, nice and spacious for those little accessories and wallet, phone etc. I didn’t forget the necklace and that was last on.

On with my coat (as it was still pretty cold) and I went for a dark grey one with a slight sheen I have and a (faux) toned light brown fur lining down the edges, sleeve cuffs and hem of the coat.

I had a taxi take me to the station, onto the train and then into London Paddington and another tax over to Kings Cross. I admit to feeling exposed as this was the first time I had travelled by public transport but I didn’t sense any overt glaring which I guess is, firstly,a testimony to what level I can achieve and, secondly, by dressing nicely and conservatively and to the environment you are in (and the same for make-up), you draw less attention. I even ventured forth for some refreshments from the M and S store.

So all this was fairly non-eventful and I arrived in Cambridge a couple of minutes late and came out of the station to look for Elaine. She was there but she did do a double take when she saw me, despite having seen photos of me completely dressed up in the past. She came across with a huge smile and we swapped a cheek to cheek kiss.

“Wow, oh wow,” was her reaction.

We headed to the car, dropped in the luggage and jumped in, only to go a short distance to park up just off the main street. This was to get some tea and have a chat, and then Elaine wanted to go shopping for something for me that she had found so I had to do the try on for sizes…..more on this later.

She couldn’t get over how I looked in the flesh and the ‘deception’ that I could pull. As she said, the only thing I had to watch was voice tone and a little on walking gait (to get my legs even a little more in front of each other so there was more wiggle behind), but my shape (especially my bottom), hands and (lack of) adams apple were all pretty good.

From shopping we walked down the street and then into a commercial yard and into a salon.

As we entered, Elaine said to me “Here’s your first surprise for the days with me. I have arranged for you to have hair extensions and that will help you look even more convincing than you already are, hence why I needed a cutting of your hair. Jenny is an old friend of mine and I have told her a lot about you.”

Jenny met us and led us through the salon to the back. I sat down and she went to work firstly wetting my hair and then she set in to place eight pieces of 16 inch real hair that was an amazing match in colour and held a slight curl to it all. This was a first time for me with real feminine hair and I loved it.

Conversation was between the three of us, with a glass of white wine at hand, and largely about my experiences and also hair care (not to be too hard in washing it) and in brushing it. Elaine said that she would help brush it out to get me on the right path; (Elaine’s own hair is more of a “fluffed up” bob style.)

At the end of it all, I had to twirl and get the feel of it and the sensation of hair down to my breast line and extended over my ears was tremendous.

“We should get your ears pierced, so you can wear a lot more than you do with clips.”

I was wearing simple gold clips by the way, but these were now largely covered by my new style, which was best swept right to left and particularly sexy when over my left shoulder. I gave them each a big hug and a kiss,

We headed back to Elaine’s village, some 30 minutes away on the Norfolk/ Cambridgeshire/Suffolk border. Her house is a large old cottage, detached, in some nice gardens, and has 5ood-sized bedrooms including her lovely feminine master bedroom.

I have stayed there a number of times in the past 2 years, so I know the layout and where things are. We pulled in and unloaded the luggage and bags and having done that, Elaine came across and gave me a long lingering kiss, her tongue to my mouth.

We opened a bottle of NZ wine and poured a couple of large glasses and I answered a range of questions that she had about my dressing. I had to describe the salon, also fixing on my boobs, and how I felt. I also tried teasing out of her weekend plans but she was pretty evasive about them.

We then headed upstairs to Elaine’s bedroom as she wanted to “inspect that I had met her conditions” – which I had duly fulfilled. She proposed that we would have a quiet evening and that I probably wanted a shower and to change out of my travel wear. We would head out to eat at a local pub restaurant, within walking distance of the house, so we could both have a few glasses of wine. She would unpack my clothes while I was in the bathroom and lay out what she wanted me to wear.

So off to the bathroom I went and peeled off my clothes, hose and bra/panties and took a nice short shower (with a shower hat on to protect my extensions.

It was amazing showering my naked, hairless, body, knowing that I had such long hair. Elaine had always enjoyed a naked mons pubis and we used to shave each other at University.

Shower finished and toweled off, a touch of make up and lipstick and it was back into the master bedroom, naked in a bathrobe with my hair hanging down.

Elaine had already gone downstairs but she had lain out on the bed what I was to wear. This comprised of one of the soft white bras and the “university” satiny full brief French style white panties, the black ribbed hose, the black Peter Pan collared blouse, and then something I hadn’t seen before which was a very, very short plait tartan style (green and black) skirt. This turned out to be her daughter’s (who wasn’t petite at about a size 14). Then my black ‘muletto’ heels that I had brought with me and a black long cardigan (not mine).

I slipped on the soft bra and immediately felt more exposed as it meant my breasts had more move to bounce around. I went to put on the panties which soon had my boy-clit going hard at the memories of these wonderful items on Elaine all those years ago.

And then the blouse, the hose and finally the skirt; this gave me the feeling of being hugely exposed underneath and that I would have to be very careful with my legs, though I did have the advantage of having the ribbed pantyhose on as it was pretty cold outside.

I lightly brushed out my hair and brought it over my shoulder so it hung down onto my left breast, and then some perfume. I grabbed a black bag I had and I headed down to find Elaine had changed into a similar short skirt and ribbed hose, with a green blouse and jacket on.

She gave a deep smile when she saw me and passed me another long kiss, taking advantage to slip her hand under my skirt and into my hose to feel my panties on my bottom.

“Very nice indeed,” she purred through her lips, “But later, let’s go and eat.” We put on coats and headed out into the cold air, arm in arm, down to this local pub/restaurant.

Dinner was fun and we had some good wine and we didn’t have to drive! We had a nice quiet table and were able to gently tease each other. This had been the norm at other dinners we had had before.

At one dinner, I had Elaine go to the Ladies and insert a vibrator that was then controlled by me, and also a butt plug with a similar control. We had gone for walks after dinner and then coffee with me playing with the sensations and intensity of feel inside her cunt or arse. Another time, I had her insert Ben-Wa balls and then changed them out for a larger pair as we stood on the cab line in front of the Savoy Hotel, one very cold January evening – she was in a fur coat.

This time she turned the tables and after desert she suggested I went to the Ladies and have a pee. I had to pre-prepare myself with this heavy chrome plug that she gave me. Inside the plug was a ‘solution’ that moved with my movements of my bum.

I came back to the table and Elaine was smiling. We had another coffee (after all we didn’t want to fall asleep straight away) and a cognac each. Elaine was whispering to me that she wanted me under her, pleasing her with my tongue and nose.

Elaine settled up the bill and we started to head out, however she had us go by the Ladies which were near to the back door. Inside told me to remove my pantyhose. She took hers off too and we put them in our bags.

“I want you to feel really exposed underneath against the cold air.”

So we went out and I must say I felt all but naked as the cold air moved around under my very short skirt. We were walking back when I felt Elaine’s hand come under the back of my coat and under my skirt to feel my panties, just as I had done to her to tease her all those years ago.

“Stop and lean over that bench,” she ordered.

I did and I could feel the very short skirt ride up on my bottom and my hair was hanging down in front of me. She leant over and kissed me and then came behind me and started to play with my panties, my bottom and to wiggle the plug in me.

The morning seemed to quickly arrive and I awoke in Jo’s arms. She gave me a kiss and said,

“Take your time, I will see to the children, but you will need to slip into your tracksuit bottoms or something before they see you in your pink glory.”

I slowly got up, did my basics, including a douche, threw on some clothing and went through to the kitchen and helped Jo make some scrambled eggs and bacon for the children, before they departed. There was the usual rush-around for the kids, making sure they had all that they need before heading off with their close friends. They were heading to Legoland for one of the days and would have a wonderful time and they loved going around to their place as they had horses and other animals, and it was a chance to really muck in.

Bob, their friends’ father arrived with the friends at 8.15 and kisses all around and they were soon off.

“Is there any more coffee, Mattie?”

“Yes, I think so,” and we went through to the kitchen and sat down on the bar stools.

“Ok, a big day to day. Firstly, we need to get ready and then it’s off to Wimpole Street for midday. I think we will be lucky to get out of there before 2.30 or 3pm but, by then, it should be pretty clear for getting out of London. We are not heading too far and I have booked us into a nice hotel in Bedford, Milton Keynes area, just to the east of the M1. It is an 18th Georgian country house and is on the up. Are you ok with that?”

“Yes, it sounds wonderful.”

“Well we have a great suite, with a massive four poster bed.”

“Great, anything special I need to take as I have mostly packed.”

“All I would say is no pants allowed this weekend, and I presume you will have a couple of basques packed; your cream and grey one perhaps, with the ribbon lacing at the back.”

“That’s in already.”

“Well, why don’t you go and start to get ready; we need to leave here by about 10.30. By the way, I am boxing up the ‘Stool’ as I fancy doing some reading and they have a DVD. Could you choose a couple of my used briefs; the more stained the better, out of the basket and ziplock them?”

“Oh, and by the way, I’ll choose some DVDs and what toys we need.”

We went our separate ways. I did my usual body check, a close cut shave and a shower. I tidied up my hair and made-up, nothing too heavy.

Back into the bedroom, and I chose a plain white Wacoal bra and slipped in my breasts; these I hadn’t fixed just in case Dr. Curtis wanted to inspect my real nipples and chest. I matched the bra with a pair of Wacoal white hisides with two simple lace panels either side of my ‘mons;’ these were one of my favourite pairs. I slipped on some grey hose and then chose a grey-charcoal blouse, black bolero jacket and for my skirt, an elasticated dark charcoal coloured one, with a swirling modern pattern in cream and grey. As it was a bit chilly, and also for the weekend, I put on my charcoal leather boots, that have a small ‘gold’ stirrup on their heels.

My gold necklace, charm bracelet, and my two rings, some Coco perfume, and I was ready. I also took my red Burberry coat in case it was cold or damp.

Joanna also had got dressed in her classic fashion. A pair of casual trousers in a beige colour, a dark brown rollneck sweater, socks and brown lace brogues, and no jewelry other than her watch.

We took the luggage out to the back of the car; we were going in our 4×4 SUV, so had plenty of room, though the back had three sealed boxes in, one I knew was the ‘Stool’ and the other two smaller ones contained our toys and DVDs. There was also a flat-pack carton, but I didn’t ask any questions. The futon mat went in as well.

We locked up and moved on out, Joanna driving just in case I had any butterflies, which I did admit to being a tad nervous. We headed to the M40 and towards London. Conversation was light and very little about what lay ahead of us. Some discussion about lunch and what we should do, and then we thought that we could find a wine bar or café near Wigmore Hall and just grab a quick bite. I commented that we would need a wine or three after Dr. Curtis.

We pulled into the parking close to the Hall; London was reasonably quiet for a Saturday. Joanna jumped out of the car and came around to my side and helped me out. She held grabbed my hand and gave me a quick kiss.

“Come on, Mattie, the first day of your new female life.”

And a mutual “I love you” and off we walked around the corner into that famous medical street, and once home of Paul McCartney. Up to number 25 and then in the front door and up to the third floor in the lift, a trip I knew that I was going to probably be making frequently. I was nervous now and Joanna held me tightly.

We entered the suite, and a young receptionist greeted us.

Joanna told her that we were here to meet Dr Curtis, Joanna and Mattie Brown that is and that I was the principal client. We were asked to take a seat and if we wanted a coffee.

About 10 minutes late, Dr Curtis emerged and he couldn’t have been nicer. He was about 40 to 45, dark short spiky hair, glasses and a nice smile, a hint of a Yorkshire accent on his voice.

He shook hands with us and led us through to his office. He introduced us to his counsellor, Sharon, and explained that she was an integral part of the support process and that it was good we were acquainted soonest. He then went through what would happen, a joint session with them covering my history both medically and life-wise, and then our history, our wants and needs. He said that we would run through extensive questionnaires and then I would have a one-on-one with Sharon. I asked if Joanna could be there as I had nothing to hide from her. This was agreed. Following this, there would be an extensive medical assessment.

Joanna handed over an envelope with my paperwork all completed. I had just provided the proofing and the signatures before heading out. Along with the forms, informed consents, and a gender biography of me that Joanna had written, plus some references to Joanna’s data, there was a copy of the letter of potential support and medical reports from our GP whom Joanna had approached.

The doctor, a female, had raised the subject at our annual health checks when she noticed that I was in panties and given my ‘androgynous’ clothing. She had concluded by offering that if we wanted any gender treatment in the future, she would support us if it was done properly. She had also conducted a full baseline blood test for the health check and it was this report that Dr. Curtis had been sent. Joanna had also been in contact as to the relevant guidelines and meeting Dr Curtis’s base conditions with both doctors.

Dr. Curtis started the questioning and my goodness was he, thorough, covering my early life, the development of my interest and experience in TV matters and girlie subjects, whether I played sports, my medical history, relationships with family, my love affairs and experience, my sexuality and on he went, filling his questionnaires out but listening intently to the detail. Joanna chimed in too and she wasn’t exempt from some of the questions. He also wanted to know my family history pertaining to blood pressure, cancers, heart attacks and thrombosis.

He then focused on the hormone programme, what he used, what he didn’t use and why, and the risks of self medication. As he said, this was redundant as we had gone directly to him. Also, that in doing so, we avoided many of the major medical risks and rip offs as the supposed drugs could be diluted by various packers and ‘nasties’; indeed it was often just as cheap to come to him or someone recognised as a gender specialist, as going over the internet and it was certainly more guaranteed that there would be positive results.

He also covered the visit programme that he wanted me to follow, including also my doctor for blood work etc, and essentially I was to be back to them twice in the first two months and then quarterly to assess my development and if there were any issues both physically and psychologically.

From this session, we went into a brief counselling session with Sharon, really adding a little more detail to our wants in my feminisation. One very constructive topic was broaching the subject with children and family and that, because of where we were now and the impending programme, they needed to know, and we should tell them, and friends etc, in a very short space of time as we would be a hot topic for gossip so it was important to manage the situation. Not so much because of the physical change but because of the emotional ones as my brain chemistry adjusted to its new hormone regime.

We then moved back to Dr Curtis and he put me through a substantial physical examination, not only covering my vital body functions such as blood pressure (and its history) and chest inspection but all over. His key thing he said were liver and kidney functions as the metabolism and excretion around the drugs was absolutely key to absorption and avoiding health issues.

He double checked that my alcohol levels were what we had said. However, I was healthy in that regard and my glucose and triglycerides etc. were all in very good shape. For the uninitiated, all of this was important as oestrogen has to be properly managed by the body as an excessive accumulation of it can lead to a thrombosis.

We finally made it through. Sharon came back to the office and Dr. Curtis started to give a resume of what he had found. In short, I was on the heavy side of transgender and possibly tipping over into transsexualism with my gender dysphoria. He suggested that we move into the hormone programme and that we keep the issue of sex reassignment on the back burner, though Sharon was there for any advice psychologically.

As it was, I needed to live two years as a woman before any reassignment surgical consideration, though this didn’t mean I could have some cosmetic surgery done ahead of crossing over to having a vagina. He stressed that our family should be made aware of what we were planning and that this could involve a lot of emotion.

However, I was in very good shape, and that with all the pre-work, he was prepared to start me soonest, in fact, today. This wasn’t normal procedure at all as candidates do not necessarily have all the information required to hand or the base medical documents and blood work. Jo had been very thorough.

He reiterated to us the major changes to be expected from the treatment. Apart from increasing breast size, my breasts may become tender and appear lumpy. And that there was no guarantee of being able to get a C cup or more. Nipple size and sensitivity could vary. I would probably see an accompanying significant fat re-distribution from my waist to my hips and that dieting was advised. My penis and testicles could reduce in size and functionality, i.e. erection and orgasm, though it did not mean that orgasms would not occur; indeed they could become more feminine in nature.

I would also gradually lose muscle power and bulk size (and that would be good for my shoulders and legs). Skin would be more supple, hair thicker on my scalp and the growth on my face and body reduced; this would help with any laser or electrolysis treatments. He joked that I had no issue at this point with male baldness. He also advised plenty of sleep as growth hormones really work when one is asleep, and that a bedtime routine was paramount to this. Joanna smiled at me; we had quite a bedtime routine after all.

With all this taken into account, he was going to start me immediately on a course of oestrogen 17 beta oestradiol, coupled with a androgen, i.e. testerone, blocker in Spironolactone. The course would be in pill form, but with an initial injection of the oestradiol and a booster when I visited him. If I was up to it, he would give me my first shot now.

He reiterated the need for close supervision and reporting of any side effects I may feel.

I agreed to his proposal. Joanna smiled at me, and within five minutes, I was underway on the next phase of my life. We left fifteen minutes with kisses all round and went off for a coffee and a sandwich. I had taken time to go out to the bathroom and fix on my breasts with medical bonding glue, Dr. Curtis had given me.

On exiting, Dr. Curtis was also very complimentary about my dress sense and deportment. And a “You shouldn’t have too many problems out there on the street; just get your voice pitched.” He does offer services in that area too, but with Jo’s present, it was much more convenient for me to go locally.

It was pretty exciting leaving, knowing I had my first load of oestrogen and Spironolactone inside me, and looking to start its long, long job ok making me more female for the rest of my life. I was probably a little heady but Jo understood this. We enjoyed the sandwich and all the conversation was around our thoughts and respective reactions of what had just happened; we then got the car out of the parking and headed north out of London, with Jo driving.

We drove for just over two hours from Wigmore Hall and I admit to falling asleep. It was dusk as we came east off the M1 at Milton Keynes and closer to the hotel, being navigated in by the satnav. Eventually, we pulled into the hotel, set in its own grounds; it was truly a beautiful old 18thC house in its oldest parts. We checked in and were shown the main suite with a glorious old four poster bed, paneled walls, a large fire place, plenty of space and seating, and decorated with a lot of warm tartans and stuffed full of antiques and paintings.

We had our entire luggage delivered in, the bell-boy must have wondered how long we were staying but Jo fobbed him off with a “We are not leaving purchases in the car” story.

We unpacked our luggage but left the boxes intact.

“You should go and get ready, Mattie.”

So I selected what I needed for that evening and went into the sumptuous bathroom with its enormous bath. I went through my usual procedure of an enema/douche, body hair inspection, close shave of my face and made sure my legs and mons were ultra-smooth and then took a warm shower. The thought of the oestrogen inside me made tingle, almost, I guess, a sense of knowing I was pregnant. I owed so much to Jo for today and these last few months.

I came out, dried off, made up, tidies up my hair and set it, and then chose the cream and grey basque I wanted. Jo had to step in and lace me up. As I was finishing off, Jo stripped down and took a shower, her boobs looking that enticing to me. I slipped into the matching bikini-panties and popped the garters home on to black stockings. Out into the bedroom to allow Jo to dry off and dress, I chose a 2/3rds long silky black dress, over which went this very feminine black sequined cardigan, if it was at all chilly. Then my heels and through which one could see my ankle chain, then necklace, rings, gold bangles and my charm bracelet and lastly my Coco perfume.

Joanna emerged dressed in a black trouser suit with a cream blouse. Very elegant and simple. She had ankle hose on evidently and very low heeled black shoes. Once more, other than her watch, no jewellery but a hint of a perfume or cologne that I couldn’t quite identify.

I went across and kissed her.

“Later honey, let us eat. Why don’t you head down stairs and see what there is to see in the area, check out the spa and I will catch you up in the bar.”

“Ok and a massive thank you for all of this.”

“Don’t be so stupid, you know what I am making at the moment.”

“No, it has been a very special birthday, that’s what I mean.”

I headed down stairs and they had a wonderful spa and swimming pool. I hadn’t been swimming since I had started this transformation to be more girly full time. I went to the bar and Jo appeared 5 minutes later. We ordered some New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and were handed the menus to look at and order from.

I even ordered as my confidence, after being with Dr. Curtis was running high. “Pretty good there, Mattie, you were far better pitched in tone than that Defence correspondent woman they have on the BB News.” That made me smile.

Our food and wine was excellent and we chatted about the weekend ahead rather than the day that had just occurred. The one exception was about when to tell the family and we agreed that we should do it ideally before Jo’s birthday, which was only a few weeks off and that if one knew, all should know. We also agreed that we should tell our generation and parents on neutral territory to minimise any scenes, if there were to be any at all.

We went to the bar and had a post-prandial; it was nice and cozy in there and we sat in this love seat by the fire, passing the time and watching, commenting on other residents.

Our chatter got a little more brazen and riskier when we started speculating on their sex life, with some bizarre, ridiculous notions coming out like one old man bedding his two girlfriends; in reality, they were evidently father, young daughters or grandfather to granddaughters. Or a heavy bondage scene involving two middle-aged women in lesbian action, or two men with a woman, or some heavy water-sport scene between a nice looking 30s something couple. All rather naughty of us and perhaps adolescent but, then, we were both pretty heady after the day’s adventures. I must say I did quickly muse on just how open to sexual scenarios, Jo had become from her former prudish past.

It was gone 11.30 when we ventured upstairs to the suite. Jo opened the door and let me in. The lighting was dimmed down and the fire, a good gas to log one, was burning. There in front of the bed was the Stool and the mat, ready for my offering of service to Jo. However, also, there was this T bar contraption, like a large clothes horse positioned in the corner. Off it came various cuffs and chains and I noticed an array of crops and paddles as well as different vibrators of ours plugs, and a new wand like vibrator and some hood or mask contraption.

Essentially it was a steel black foot plate with a six foot plus pole up at the back. Off it came two adjustable spreader bars with small chains and cuffs, an adjustable restraint belt for the midriff and equipped with rings, and some form of collar for the head; this also was adjustable and with the rings. Furthermore, at right angles coming away from the post there was a bar that could slide up under the ‘slave’ or victim to which a saddle or devices could be fitted and at the end of the arm, there was another swivel arm, with further rings, and that could probably take toys. This is what had been in the mysterious flat box.

“Your last birthday present, Mattie, well for us and our new play room. It is called an “Orgasm Tower.”

With our shoes kicked off, Joanna moved over and kissed me long and hard, her tongue probing deep into my mouth.

“I love you,” she said.

I melted in her arms and hardly felt her removing my cardigan and helping me out of my black dress. Her kissing continued and then she stood back to take in the sight of me dressed in one of her favourite corsetry items with its ribbons hanging down my back to my bottom, along with the matching panties just hiding my now part swollen clitoris, and with my legs encased in fine dernier black stockings.

“Undress me now, Mattie”

I moved over and helped her out of her suit jacket and together we undid the cream blouse buttons, I was expecting to see one of her restraining black bras, flattening her chest. This was different as she had some form of soft, supple, leather bra on. Quickly she had her suit trousers off and my mouth dropped opened as she was dressed in this plain black leather corset with six wide garters off holding up her black stockings and, underneath, a matching black leather bikini that I was shortly to discover had a thick cotton gusset to it and a studded patch to massage her clit as she moved.

August 2018
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