Fantasy In Satin

I woke up slowly, surrounded by a pleasant perfume, my head lying on something satiny soft. Sleepily, I opened my eyes. My beautiful wife was gazing down at me, smiling tenderly. The lace from her peignoir sleeve trailed across my face as she pushed some of my hair that had fallen over my brow back from my face.

By Bea

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When we got to her room, she opened up her closet. A lot of silky, satiny, uniforms of different colors hung there. "I have such pretty uniforms, don't you think?" She asked. "Oh yes Rose." I hurried to agree. "Then let me ask you something. Do you feel that I'm more powerful than you now?" She asked. "Oh yes." "Then. Don't you think you should serve me?"

"I don't understand." I said. "You will." She replied, then added. "I really like that outfit. Can I try it on?" "Oh yes Rose." I replied. "Want to go back to my bedroom?" "Whatever for?" She asked. "So's I can get something else to wear." "Silly!" She laughed. "I've got tons of clothes here that'll fit you just perfect. Panties and a bra - and a slip of course. A garter belt to hold up your stockings. What else could you possibly want?"

I was filled with consternation. She wanted me to dress in women's clothes! No comments about how 'masculine' they were, no excuse I could use to convince myself that I wasn't being feminine. "Please Rose? Don't make me wear your clothes." She didn't answer, just opened up a pair of black satin panties with lots of lace. Stooped down in front of me. "Lift your gown and robe and step into these. C'mon now!" Almost weeping with shame, I did as she told me. Stood obediently as she pulled the panties up under my gown until they were positioned properly. I heard - and felt - the elastic snap into place. Then she proceeded to disrobe completely in front of me, finally standing completely nude. I couldn't help but look. She was gorgeous. Her skin was smooth and had a slight olive tint. Her breasts weren't big but were well formed with an observable uplift, even with her bra removed.

"Well then? Get that robe and gown off. Like a nice little bunny now - there! That's a girl!" Seconds later, she was resplendent in my robe and gown while I stood shivering in my black satin panties. "Now. Don't I look nice?" She asked me. "Oh yes." I agreed. "The color suits you."

"How nice of you to say that." She said. "Now lets get the rest of your undies on. See how you like them. Here, hold your arms out and we'll get your bra on.." And I did everything she asked as she put my bra, slip, garter belt and mesh stockings on me. She teased me a little because my bra didn't need any padding. It was tight and uncomfortable, but it actually uplifted my little breasts until they actually showed some cleavage. She showed me how to adjust the straps on the bra, slip, and garter belt so the fit would be perfect.

Then she had me sit down as she took the rollers from my hair and brushed it out. I looked at my girlish reflection in the mirror. High arched eyebrows, hair waving almost to the shoulders and framing an oval face. "Mmmmm" Rose said. "I think I did a nice job. Like it?" "Oh yes Rose." I answered. "Don't sound too happy about it, do we?" She said cheerfully "but just wait until you see what a little makeup can do."

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