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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Ellen had been making a fuss over my arms since we'd met. They're very white, almost hairless, and without any definitive muscle. She had bought me some pajamas, all silk, all sleeveless so that she could 'appreciate' them all the more. The selfsame arms were now being shown off within bloused sleeves of chiffon, ending in a tight satin cuffs each fastened by four small pearl buttons. Rose finished fastening them and stood back.

"Oh yes! Lovely!" Emily gushed. "Well. He is right. It's not a very masculine robe." Frances said "but it does look nice on you Henry." Then she added. "And Ellen's right too. Your arms are one of your nice features. You should show them off a little."

I was totally lost. Everything seemed to be happening too rapidly. My confusion wasn't reduced when Ellen said. "I'm so glad you've come just now girls. It'll give me a chance to get some important stuff done on the computer. Henry darling? Why don't you escort our guests downstairs. Rose? Why don't you make up a light lunch for everyone? I'll be down to join you in an hour or so." Rose curtsied and left the room. Frances took my arm. "That's a wonderful idea Ellen. Come on Henry. You can show me and Emily what Ellen has been up to with the house."

And, her arm in mine, I was being led out of the bedroom. But I almost tripped, my foot catching on the hem of my new robe. Ellen noticed. "Oh dear!" She exclaimed. "I was afraid of that. Thank goodness I thought of these."

As she spoke, she was walking to her closet. Started rummaging in there. Pulled out a shoe box and opened it up. Horror struck, I saw the flamboyant high heeled backless slippers she was holding out and carrying to me. "See darling? They'll be just perfect with your outfit. Not only that? They'll stop you from tripping on it - and even though the heels aren't too high, you'll be a little taller. Here, try them on."

"But darling? For goodness sake? They're women's ..." "Yes, of course they are. Not too many pairs of men's high heeled slippers around are there?" As she said this, she was kneeling down, lifting each foot in turn and slipping the slippers on. "Oh! How cute!" Emily gushed. "The perfect finishing touch!"

"Perfect!" Ellen said happily. "Just perfect. Now Henry, off you go with your friends - have a nice 'maiden' voyage in your shoes." Frances still had a hold of my arm. Helplessly, I let her lead me out of the room and downstairs. There, she disengaged and allowed me to show her and Emily all of the recent redecorating that Ellen had imposed on the house. Surprisingly, the shoes hardly affected my walking at all - made my stride a little shorter perhaps. My robe seemed to waft around me a lot more I thought, but I wasn't sure.

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