Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 16:44:33 -0600
From: Rachael Anne <rachael_ap@hotmail.com>
Subject: Miranda Loves Her Hubby Rachael

Miranda Loves Her Husband Rachael..!
By Rachael Anne Paine

My wife, Miranda and I have a wonderful relationship and an even better sex
life.  We have always enjoyed being together and we are best friends.
However, there was one secret that I had never told her during the ten
years we have been married.  I was just too embarrassed to tell Miranda
because I didn't know how she would take it.  I adore women's clothes, from
lingerie and shoes to skirts, blouses and dresses.  I truly love wearing
female attire, but I have never mentioned it to Miranda.  On occasion, when
home alone, I would put on a pair of Miranda's panties and a slip and walk
around the house.  I am of slight build with a small waist and only about
three inches taller than Miranda, so her lingerie fits me fairly well.  The
feeling of nylon and satin lingerie against the skin is marvelous.

Then, one day, it happened.  Finishing early at the office I decided to
take the rest of the day off.  I drove home thinking I would have the rest
of the day to myself and would enjoy the afternoon wearing Miranda's
lingerie and lounging around the house.  I could not wait to get home; the
thought of this was exciting.  I arrived home, immediately went inside and
removed all my clothes, took a long hot bath, dried myself and went into
our bedroom.  I opened the dresser drawer, which contained Miranda's
lingerie and picked out a pair of sexy black hi-cut panties and her black
slip.  I slipped on the panties and pulled the slip over my head.  My cock
was rock hard and I put it between my legs and it was held there with "my"
panties.  Since it was still early in the afternoon, I decided to watch a
little television.  I watched tv for what I thought was only a short time
but I had fallen asleep.  Suddenly, I heard the back door open and I nearly
panicked.  "My god," I thought, "what am I going to do."  I didn't even
know who was coming in because I had forgotten to lock the door when I came
in.  I jumped up from the chair and headed for the bathroom when I was
intercepted in the hallway.  It was Miranda.  I was so embarrassed, I felt
like crawling under a rock.

"Well, my dear," she giggled, "you look so cute, why haven't you told me
about this before, young lady, I could have helped with your wardrobe."  I
was completely taken aback by what she said.  I was still flush with
embarrassment.  "I am so sorry, Miranda, I just can't help it," I said.

"Don't worry darling, if you like this, I will help you, I will even
transform you into a female if you wish.  I think you would make a darling
young woman.  However, you must do as I say, I will take care of
everything."  Taking me by the hand, she led to into our bedroom.  She sat
me on the edge of the bed and, standing in front of me, began to slowly
undress.  She removed all her clothing except her garter belt and
stockings.  Then she told me to lie back on the bed.  She pulled my panties
down to my ankles and pulled my slip up around my waist and mounted me.  On
her knees she guided my rock hard cock into her pussy and lowered herself,
taking my cock inside her hot cunt.  We made love until we both climaxed
and fell exhausted and drained into each other's arms.  After a while we
got up and took a shower together, washing and massaging each other for the
longest time.

That evening, she took me to the mall for some shopping. When we arrived at
the shopping center, she took me into a women's wear boutique. "We need to
get you some attire of your own, darling," she said, "every woman needs her
own wardrobe."  I was very nervous and excited as she picked out sexy
stretch satin bras, matching panties, black nylon stockings and pantyhose.
Then she selected a garter belt along with a couple of cute mini skirts,
satin blouses, and dresses complete with matching belts and
accessories. One of the little mini skirts was red leather.  She then took
me to the shoe store and picked out two pair of 4" spike heels, one red
patent ankle strap, open toe pair and the others was 4" black patent opera
pumps.  "We also need to pick out a wig, you will need one to be complete,"
she said.  We went to another boutique nearby and she picked out a cute
little below shoulder length, shag cut, blond wig for me, which she said
she would style later.  We took our purchases to the car but returned to
the department store where Miranda had to decide the type makeup, which
would be best for me.  I hoped that the woman at the perfume counter
thought the makeup was for Miranda but the way Miranda looked for correct
skin tone bases, etc.  I felt the woman must have known it was for me as
she would look at me and smile when Miranda made a choice which was clearly
more for my fair complexion than Miranda's olive skin.  "Now," she said,
"we have all that is necessary for your transformation into a female except
for one thing, and that is a name, you will need a feminine name.  How
about 'Rachael,' that should be a nice, cute name for you."

Nervously, I replied, "I like it very much, Miranda, my name is Rachael, I
really do like it."  "Very well, Rachael, let's return home and we'll
begin, we have the entire weekend ahead and we will live it as two female
lovers.  I will teach you how to dress properly, also how to apply your
makeup, and how to walk in hi-heels.  I will train you in the exquisite art
of femininity," she said.  We arrived home and unloaded all my new
accouterments and apparel.  Miranda told me to take a hot bath and to shave
my legs, torso and underarms and that she would shave my back, which I did
in a hot scented bath. When I finished, Miranda, dressed in a black satin
basque, stockings and high heel pumps, powdered me and sprayed me all over
with delightfully feminine cologne.

She then took me into our bedroom and sat me at her dressing table where
she expertly applied my makeup and lipstick.  "Stand up Rachael," she said,
"I want to fit you with your bra and breast prostheses."  She had purchased
my prostheses while at the mall. She put my ivory stretch satin front hook
bra around me and hooked it.  Then she inserted my breasts. "Sexy, Rachael,
very sexy," she quipped.  "Now for your garter belt and stockings, I'll
show you how to slip on your stockings properly."  She placed my garter
belt around my waist and fastened the little clasps.  Next she showed me
how to smoothly slip on my stockings over my freshly shaven legs.

"Remember, Rachael, a demure young submissive maiden always wears a garter
belt and stockings, never panty hose, unless she is wearing her maid's
uniform or very short mini skirt," she said.  "Although," she said, "a
garter belt and stockings are very sexy with a mini skirt."

"Now slip on your panties," she said.  The feeling of this apparel was
extraordinary and I felt wonderful.  Next came my white satin blouse and my
little red leather mini-skirt with matching belt. I then slipped on my red
4" ankle strap heels and Miranda placed a gold chain around my neck.

"Now, my darling Rachael," said Miranda, "your crown and glory, your wig."
She placed the wig on my head and fitted it to me. She teased it a bit and
then said, "Now, my darling, you are ready for the world, you are a very
lovely young woman; you look marvelous."

Walking in 4" heels was a little difficult but I wore them around the house
the entire weekend, Miranda at my side showing me what to do and how to
walk; it was marvelous. "You are doing fine, Rachael, but I think you will
need more training than I can give if you are to be a complete feminine
woman.  I will see if I can find a mistress to train you in the fine art
and discipline of being female.  Meanwhile, I will teach you as best I
can."

I continued to dress as a female for the entire weekend and loved every
minute of it. Miranda and I acted as two female lovers, not as man and
wife. A week or so passed when Miranda told me she had found someone who
could train me better than she if I wanted to go through with it.  I agreed
that is what we should do.

"Well, we may as well start this Friday evening.  I will take you to her
for the weekend or perhaps longer since you have four or five weeks of
accumulated vacation time coming, you should take it now," she said.

I nervously and anxiously agreed.  I made arrangements for taking my
vacation time beginning the coming weekend and I was nervous and anxious
the entire week.  I could not imagine what was going to happen to me during
my training to become totally feminine and a female devotee for Miranda.

Friday evening finally arrived and Miranda drove me to a large home in the
country. We spoke little during the thirty-minute ride; I was very anxious
and excited. Miranda had been instructed to leave all my clothes at home
since I would not need them for a while because all necessary attire would
be provided me.  When we arrived at the large palatial estate, we were met
at the door by a tall, slender, well built woman with dark skin and long,
coal black hair.  She was dressed in a low-cut black leather sheath dress
with black knee-hi leather hi-heel boots.

We were invited into her home and taken to the den where we sat down on a
very plush leather couch.  "My name is 'Mistress Dominique' or you may call
me 'Ma'mselle Domina' and I will train you, Rachael. I will transform you
from a macho male to a passive, feminine woman.  However, you must be
prepared to remain here for at least three weeks, possibly longer, and you
must do as I demand of you without question. Your subservience to me is
most important in your becoming effeminate.  You will be trained to forget
your machismo, your manliness, and you will learn what it is like to be a
passive, servile female in a so-called man's world, to be emasculated, what
it's like to be obedient and dominated by a strong, dominant woman."  She
then warned, "Your training will be intense or even harsh, Rachael, if I
deem necessary.  You will have no contact with Miranda until your training
is complete.  If both of you agree to this, then Miranda you must leave now
and not return until I contact you.  The next time you see Rachael, she
will be a complete, passive she-male lover for you, eager to do anything
you desire of her."

Miranda walked over to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth and said,
"I love you, Rachael, I can't wait to see you again."  She departed the
house and drove away.  "Rachael, remove all of your clothes and give them
to me, now" demanded Mistress Dominique.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied as I removed all my clothing, everything, until
I was completely nude.  She then took me to a large bathroom and told me to
draw a hat bath into which she added fragrant bath oils.  I was to bathe
and then shave my legs and torso after which she would shave my back and
then my pubic hairs.  When she finished my back, she lathered my crotch
and, as she held my rock hard cock, she took the razor and gently shaved
the hair from my crotch. All this took about an hour.  "Get out of the
bathtub, Rachael but do not rub your body dry with your towel, pat yourself
dry," she said.  "One thing, Rachael," you will, while you are here, be
required to have a smooth, clean shaven pubic area."

As soon as I finished, she led me into an adjoining bedroom where she sat
me down at a beautiful dressing table on top of which was a variety of
makeup, lipsticks, perfumes and cologne.  She applied my makeup and blush,
fitted false eyelashes to my eyelids along with eyeliner and eye shadow.
She then applied a light coral lipstick and gloss to my lips.

"I will instruct you in proper makeup, Rachael." she said.  "Too much
makeup makes you look like a cheap whore, you are a lady.  You have much to
learn, but for now we have a long evening ahead."  Finally, she lightly
powdered my body and sprayed me with an exquisite fragrance, the scent of
which was marvelous.

"Stand, Rachael, I want to see you."  I stood up and walked to the middle
of the bedroom and stood motionless.  Mistress followed, observing.  She
said, "Bend over, Rachael, spread your legs and hold your ankles."

"Yes, Mistress."

She came up behind me and I felt something cool and slippery between my
cheeks.  She pushed and it entered my anus, quite painfully at first,
further and further until she had penetrated me completely.  "That, my dear
little Rachael, was a six inch dildo designed to remain in you until I
remove it or allow you to remove it.  It will train your boy-pussy to
accept anything I or your lover wishes to insert into it for whatever
purpose we desire.  Beginning now, my darling, you are a slave-girl in
training.  Now, straighten up and wait for me."

"Yes Mistress."

She went to the dresser and returned carrying several items of lingerie.
"I will teach you how to dress properly and you must follow my
instructions, completely.  She strapped a lovely black satin and lace bra
on me and the breast prostheses she had for me were large and heavy.  "Your
breasts will be a C cup, my dear and you will always wear them."  I then
put on a matching garter belt and slipped on a pair of black nylon
stockings on my smooth, freshly shaved legs.  Mistress then placed a heavy
pink brocade corset around my waist and hooked the busks.  While I held the
corset to my waist, she laced me into it tighter and tighter until it was
laced to it's smallest, giving me an incredible 26-inch waist.  Being
tightly laced into a corset is an extraordinary feeling and I loved every
minute of it.  "A proper lady must always wear her corset, Rachael," she
said.

"Now, Rachael, in order to transform you as a submissive female, you will
first be trained as a maidservant and you must dress the part.  In addition
to your corset and lingerie, you will wear a little maid's uniform and high
heels.  I will also require you to wear wrist and ankle restraints plus a
collar."  "Oui, Ma'mselle, I will do as you require."

She presented me with my little black satin maid's uniform. It was very
short with a white pettycoat.  The long sleeves had little white ruffles at
the wrists and a lace low cut collar. The little black high cut panties had
pretty little white ruffles in the rear.  I stepped into my uniform and,
with Mistress Domina's assistance, adjusted it to fit and she zipped it up
the back. It fit my waist and bust perfectly.  Next, she handed me a pair
of black patent, ankle strap 5" spike heels which I slipped on and buckled
the straps around my ankles.  "You will wear hi-heels the entire time you
are here, Rachael.  You will become proficient at walking in these or even
higher heeled shoes, my dear," she said, as she placed my blond wig on my
head and adjusted it to a proper fit.  "You will be required to wear six
and even seven inch heel platform shoes during your training so that
walking in five inch heels will become instinctive for you, Rachael."

Lastly, she brought out the 2" leather wrist and ankle restraint cuffs that
she placed on my stocking clad legs and locked with small padlocks so I
could not remove them.

"Now, my darling little slave-girl, your 'obedience collar', you will wear
this at all times except when I remove it for you to shave and bathe.  You
will notice that your collar and other restraints are equipped with D-rings
to which I can attach a bridle or chain in order to restrict your movements
if I deem necessary."

My posture collar was of heavy, lined black patent leather, three inches
wide in back and four inches wide in the front, designed to keep one's head
extremely erect.  It had laces in the back and heavy D-rings on the sides
and front.  Since the front was considerably wider than the back, head
movement was extremely restricted.  She placed the collar around my neck
and firmly laced it in the back then locked it in place with a small
padlock.  She then attached a small chain leash to my collar and led me to
a full-length mirror near the dressing table.  What I saw in the mirror
startled me.  I saw a very pretty young woman who looked very sexy in her
little uniform, black stockings and spike heels.  I felt my waist and hips
through my uniform as I turned from side to side admiring my sexy new
figure.  Seeing myself dressed as a captive and bound
maidservant-in-training with leather constraints on my wrists, ankles and
neck, was exhilarating and my cock was as hard as a rock under my scanty
little panties.

For the first two weeks I was taught to prepare simple meals and, more
importantly, how to serve a meal to my mistress and her guests.  Each and
every day I had to wear my corset, maid's uniform, high heels and lingerie,
plus makeup and wig.  My discipline and instruction was so complete that I
was beginning to feel as though I "was" a female and that wearing these
accoutrements were becoming normal and natural for me.  I particularly
enjoyed wearing my corsets and 5" heels.  All that I did was being done as
a demur, subservient female.  Then one morning Mistress Dominique told me I
was to tend a dinner that evening for several special guests at her home.
She said the meal itself would be catered but that I would serve the guests
at the dinner table.  She also advised me that I would wear a very special
costume but she would tell me about it until later in the day. "Prepare
yourself Rachael, I want you completely shaven.  I want you to be a very
pleasurable young maiden for me and my guests," she said.

I drew a hot bath with scented oils and shaved my legs, crotch and body.
Mistress Dominique shaved my back. I put on a sexy black stretch satin bra
and prostheses after which I was firmly laced into a heavily boned red
satin corset with eight garters after which I slipped on a pair of long
black nylon stockings and attached them to the garters.  My waist had been
crushed to a tiny 24 inches and the feeling was truly incredible.  Then
came a pair of tight fitting red stretch satin thong panties.  Mistress
brought in a shiny red stretch vinyl maid's uniform with a black petticoat.
It also had a little white satin apron and cap.  This particular little
uniform was very short and had no back from the waist down so that my ass
would be completely exposed for all to see.  Lastly, she handed me a pair
of six inch, red patent, double ankle strap platform high heels which I
delightfully strapped on.  I quickly walked around the room and looked at
myself in the mirror and saw a very beautiful and sexy young woman, I was
very excited and could not wait until the guests started arriving so I
could show myself off.

"One more thing my darling little maid," said Mistress Dominique, "you must
wear these throughout the evening, so be still so I may put them on you."
She had a two-inch wide collar of chrome plated steel to which was attached
three "D" rings, two small one on either side and a large two-inch ring
attached to the front.  She placed it around my neck and snapped the
closure in back, which she then locked.  Next she placed two-inch wide
steel wrist cuffs on my wrists and locked them.  Then she placed two
similar steel cuffs around my ankles.

Finally, she placed a matching two-inch wide polished steel belt around my
waist, adjusted it for a firm fit and locked it in back with a small
padlock.  The belt had a "D" ring attached on the front and one on each
side.  Although I was terribly aroused by all this, I was quite nervous and
anxious about having all these people looking at me, especially since my
ass would be bare except for my little thong panties.  I hoped I did not
screw up and make Mistress angry.  As she informed me earlier in my
training, punishment could be harsh if I failed to please her.

The saga continues...soon Rachael will be turned over to her wife.

If you liked my story, please e-mail me at rachael_ap@hotmail.com