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	He had looked forward to seeing his Mistress all week. It had been a long week with the pressure of staff illnesses coming at the end of a big job and he had put even more hours in than normal. Steve had been building up his own electricians business for the past eight years. At the age of 28, he had felt it was a now or never decision and now eight years on he was starting to see the rewards for the long hours and hard work he was putting in. This week however, he had been working as he had when he first set out on his own. Steve had met Mistress Alice four years ago at a BDSM club. Steve had been going for just over a year and was starting to feel that he would never meet that special Lady. Then he saw her. She was average height, average build, average looks, but there was something about her. She seemed to ooze sex appeal and fill the room with her presence. She was dressed in a black velvet corset that made her ample breasts seem even bigger. Her long black flowing skirt covered the top of her boots, but he could still see the high stiletto heel on them and the shiny black patent leather. He had stood mesmerised watching her every movement. Her hair was light brown with sun kissed streaks, making it almost blonde, it was long and straight and fell about her bare shoulders. As he watched her, he suddenly became aware of her looking back. He lowered his eyes ashamed of being caught watching her. He realised he was blushing and moved awkwardly where he stood. As he looked up again he saw her heading his way. If he had tried to move he would have failed. He was caught by her power. "Hello" her voice was level, strong, but kind. "I'm Alice, you seemed to be looking over?". He smiled and looked up and it was then that he saw her eyes. They were the greenest eyes he had ever seen. They were large and sparkled, but there was something else about them, they were laughing eyes. They were filled with amusement. Amusement at himself he thought, as the silence filled the space between then. "Er, Hi, Im Steve" Steve eventually managed to get out. "I haven't seen you here before" He went on in an apologetic way. "I was not staring". "You were indeed staring" Alice cut him off, "but that is ok, I am worth staring at" She held her head back and laughed. A strong and hearty laugh. Steve realised he had been caught and immediately relaxed. The rest of the evening had been one of chatter and laughter. Alice had been in the lifestyle for years, she had recently split up with her long time submissive. They had parted as friends both realising that the relationship had gone its course. Steve had only ever had one Mistress. It had lasted only six months, but in that time he had realised that his fantasies of serving a woman were more than just a dream. He had played with many Dommes in the clubs he attended and had found that fun and stimulating, but he longed to find the one who he could completely submit to. Mistress Alice was that one. They had kept in touch after the club. The only problem they had was distance. They lived 200 miles apart. Neither of them wanted to move, but they were both very attracted to each other. Steve started travelling to Alice every Friday night, sometimes not getting there until late, but it was always worth it. From the moment he walked into her home he was transformed. The pressures of work melted away and he was able to become her Steve. Until Sunday evening nothing else mattered except Mistress Alice. At first Steve had found it difficult not working the weekends, but Alice had insisted it was the only way they could see each other regularly. Now four years on Steve had realised it had also been good for his work. He had made himself been more organised and made him delegate more work to his staff. It had made him more relaxed and less stressed. He had not thought he was ever going to get away tonight, but that was more because he was so keen to go. It was only 6.30 and he had made all the phone calls he had needed to as he had driven along. Now he was 30 minutes from his Mistress and a weekend of submission. He always tried to have his work phone turned off by this time. Steve would turn the radio off also and let his mind relax as he thought about Mistress Alice and by the time he pulled up outside her home he was ready to be her submissive Steve once more. With his weekend bag in his hand he knocked on the door. He never knew if he would be left waiting or if she would be waiting just inside to greet him. He did not wait long before his beautiful Mistress opened the door. Her smile filled him with warmth. He stepped inside but did not grab hold of her and kiss her passionately like he would so love to do. Instead he walked in past her, put his bag to one side and then knelt before her. "I have come to be your submissive" This was something that Alice had implemented early on in their relationship. She had felt that it was best for them to be equals during the week when they were separated. They would chat on the phone, laugh and joke. They would send each others texts and emails, it was only at the weekend that Alice insisted that Steve submit to her completely. Alice stroked his head and told him he was to remain where he was for the time being. She gracefully walked up the stairs. Leaving him kneeling in the hallway. Steve could hear water running. He would normally be sent for a shower when he arrived as he often came straight from work. Or sometimes Mistress Alice would spank or cane him first. Leaving him kneeling made him feel apprehensive and now hearing the water his imagination started running away with itself. What if she was going to pee on him. The thought of it made him get an instant erection. She had done some water sports with him, but only a small amount and always at a time when he was not expecting it. She had a way of keeping one step ahead of him. Steve never knew what was to come next, but he had never been disappointed. Was she going to pee on him and then he would need a bath? Another jump in his imagination. What if she was going to put him in a cold bath and hold his head under the water. This was something he had seen on the Internet and he did not like the idea at all. Almost as if she could hear his thoughts she shouted down to him. "This is nothing for you to worry about, but I don't want you getting excited either. No hard on's" Though she was shouting her voice was not distorted, it still had authority in it, but with a hint of evil humour about it. Steve's knees started to ache but he did not move. He listened intensely. The water had stopped. Alice walked down the stairs, Steve kept his eyes lowered. He could smell her, it was intoxicating. She stood over him. "Yes I think I will accept you as my submissive. This weekend you will be accompanying me to a party on Saturday night." A party? Steve tried to work out what clubs were on that weekend, but he could not remember which it would be. Maybe it was not going to be a lifestyle club, maybe it was going to be a vanilla event. He had been to a family wedding and had met many of her family. He was her submissive, but he was also her boyfriend, her partner. "Ok on your feet up into the bathroom and naked" Her voice had taken on a business like authority. Steve moved swiftly unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed the stairs. As he entered the bathroom the smell of scented bath oils filled the air, the bath was full to over-flowing with bubbles. He smiled inwardly. He was going to bath his Mistress. "No, the bath is for you" she had read his thoughts "Quickly, in you go" Steve slowly sank into the bubbles; the water was warm rather than hot. He sank into it. Alice knelt next to the bath and took a large sponge and started scrubbing down Steve's back. Though the feeling was wonderful it felt strange to Steve to have his mistress bathe him. "I own you, yes?" Alice asked. Steve smile beamed from his face, acknowledging the question. "Then" she continued "There is nothing wrong with me cleaning you and making sure your body is how I like it to be." He smiled and relaxed a little, enjoying Alice's hands working the sponge over his body, getting the dirt and grime of his working day from him. Alice then got a razor. "Arm" she said holding the razor. For a second Steve was unsure what she meant and then it dawned on him. She was going to shave under his arms. This was something Steve had never done before. It was something Steve had never imagined doing before. He slowly and rather timidly raised his left arm over his head, looking at the hairy armpit. Alice smiled at him and then very carefully shaved his armpit. Steve felt the razor over his skin. He saw the thick hair clogging up the razor. It did not deter Alice. She washed the razor and continued until the armpit was hair free. "The other one" she said. Steve raised his right arm. Alice gave him a playful slap over the top of the head. "Move to the other end of the bath, you fool. How am I going to reach over there?" Steve moved and water splashed over the side of the tub. "hmm, remind me you have soaked my bathroom carpet later". Steve's stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies. Messing up the carpet was a clumsy thing to do but the anticipation of being punished for it was wonderful. Once the second armpit was shaved, Alice then asked for his legs. Once more Steve submitted to his Mistress who carefully shaved both his legs. Steve could not believe he was allowing someone to shave him this way. The mixture of humiliation and submission was intoxicating to him. Once the legs were smooth Alice told Steve to finish off washing in the shower, as the bath was now full of his body hair, but warned him not to have the shower to hot. Steve did as he was told. Alice left the bathroom carefully closing the door as she left. Steve let the water run over his head closing his eyes enjoying the anticipation of what was to happen. He put shampoo on his hair and as he lathered it in he let his hand wander down his arm feeling his shaven arm pit. It felt strange. He rinsed his hair thinking about submitting to what had happened. It was something that he would never have agreed to if he had been asked. He had submitted to it as Alice had wanted it. He bent down and stroked his leg. Steve was 5 feet 11 his job and three trips to the gym a week kept his body trim. His dark hair was not peppered with grey, but his dark blue eyes shone as brightly as they always had. Steve had been a plain looking young man, but had turned handsome with age. For a dark haired man he did not have much body hair, his chest and back were virtually hair free, but now as he looked down at his shaven legs he felt really quite naked. "Like a plucked chicken." He commented out loud as Alice came thought the door. "What was that?" she asked "Oh nothing, nearly finished" Alice placed warmed towels around Steve and reached up and combed his hair back away from his face. Steve was enjoying the attention, and loved the playful eye contact that Alice so often did with him. "Almost finished" Alice said picking up a bottle of body lotion. Steve stood still as Alice covered his body with lavender smelling lotion. Alice even knelt down as she put lotion on his feet and legs. Steve wanted to tell her to stop, that he would put it on himself if that is what she wanted. He found it difficult to submit to this kind of attention from his Mistress. Mistress Alice stood back and looked Steve up and down. "In my bedroom you will find the clothes laid out that I want you to put on for me. You can take you time there is no hurry. I will go down and prepare some dinner for us while you dress." Alice had in the past asked him to wear particular clothes at different times, but she had never had clothes for him to wear. He wondered what it would be. Rubber, maybe? That is why she is saying to take my time. His imagination was working well tonight. Steve walked into Alice's bedroom. He closed his eyes just for a moment and took in the smell of the room. It was Alice's smell, mixed with her perfume and freshly laundered bed linen. He moved over to the bed. There was a shoebox and some women's clothes, but what was he to put on? Then it dawned on him. "Oh Steve you really are being slow tonight" he said out loud to himself as he picked up a lovely pair of white silk cammie knickers. "So she wants me to dress up for her" Steve's cheeks flushed, partially through embarrassment at being confronted with the prospect of wearing women's clothes and partially from knowing that it was exciting him. Steve held the knickers to his face and felt the lovely smoothness of the silk; slowly he held them out and stepped into them. Awkwardly he pulled them up over his rounded bottom. They fitted him perfectly. He fingered the lace trim and straightened out the waist. He looked over at the full-length mirror, but diverted his eyes before he got a proper look at himself. Steve picked up what he thought were white fishnet stockings but realised they were hold ups. Steve sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up the first leg. Mistress had taught him to do this as he helped her to dress, but now he was dressing himself. He carefully lifted his leg and very carefully slipped his foot into it. He was so worried about snagging them. Even though Mistress had put lotion on his feet they were still rough, not smooth like hers. As he slowly pulled them up over his hairless legs her felt a stirring in his groin. This can not be turning me on, he thought. He stood up trying to get the top of the stocking right. And then sat down and repeated it. Once both were on, Steve stood adjusting the tops of the hold ups until he was happy they were both even and straight. He looked back at the bed where was a white top which he held up. It was made of the same material and had the same white lace trim as the knickers he was wearing. It had thin string straps and though had the shape of a bust did not have any cups. Camisole came to Steves mind but he was not sure if that was the right word for what he was now slipping over his head. The feel of the material as it slipped over his body was delicious. He struggled with the straps but it fell about his body, the lace trim outlining where his bust should be. He turned to the mirror and slowly walked the 10 feet towards it. His eyes widening as his reflection became clear. The feel of the material on his skin made him move his body slightly as he walked giving it a feminine look. He stood looking at himself. He let his hands move over the camisole top feeling the softness of the material, his hand moving down and around to the cheeks of his silken covered buttocks. The silkiness next to his skin and his hands moving over it felt divine. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Steve was not thinking about being dressed in women's clothes, he was just totally engrossed in the moment, in the feeling of being covered in the soft fragrant fabric. Of the gentleness and grace that dressing this way had brought over him. He opened his eyes and moved his body to look as best as he could at his bottom covered in the white silk knickers. He was mesmerised by what he saw. A smell from downstairs brought his attention back to his Mistress. He was doing this to please her. He put that thought firmly in his mind. He did not want to linger on the thought of just how much he was enjoying the sensation of dressing in women's underclothes. Steve moved back to the bed. He opened the shoe box and inside was a pair of the most wonderful red shoes. Red was his absolute favourite colour and red shiny patent leather was his first choice always for any woman to wear. He held the shoe in his hand. It had a small heel but it was an elegant shoe, coming to gentle rounded front and the heel though small was tapered and not clumpy. Steve did not think the shoes would fit him as they looked much smaller than the size 10's he wore, but as he slipped his foot into the first one he realised that the style had made them look deceptively smaller than they were. He wobbled his foot a little as he tried to stand on the one shoed foot. It felt a lot higher than it looked. He put the second one on the floor and holding his arms slightly out, he slipped his foot into the second shoe. Steve felt like he was wearing stilts. He stood perfectly still for a few minutes looking down at his feet the white fishnet stockings against the deep red of his shoes. He liked what he saw and moved one of his feet slightly to the side admiring them. Once more a wonderful calmness came over Steve. He felt gentle, he felt sexy. He turned to the mirror once more. Walking very gingerly in his red shoes he watched himself. His hips seemed to swing as he moved. Once again, he became mesmerised by his appearance, moving his hands over his silk covered skin. As his hand fell down he avoided his genital area. Did he do this to stop himself becoming aroused and maybe staining the knickers or was it because he did not want to think about his maleness while dressed this way? A noise from downstairs made him think that he had been here long enough. Even though Mistress Alice had told him not to hurry he did not want to waste their precious time together. After all he was doing this for her, not for himself he told himself once more. Steve looked at the bed. there was no other clothes so he presumed that his Mistress wanted him dressed just as he was. He ran his hand though his now almost dry hair. "Well, if you have a friend I may take her out" He said to his own reflection "You're a bit butch for a bird aren't ya?" he continued joking with himself. It was just his way of getting up the courage to walk down the stairs dressed as he was. He moved to the top of the stairs. Holding onto the banister he slowly walked down the stairs. He was both pleased and surprised that he found walking in the shoes a lot easier than he first thought he would. As he entered the large kitchen/diner, Mistress Alice turned to look at him. Steve cheeks blushed hot and his eyes went down. He wanted to make a wisecrack to ease his embarrassment, but at the same time he was so enjoying the feeling and the control that his Mistress had over him. Alice moved close to him and straightened one of the straps on the camisole. "yes they fit fine" was all she said and then turned to one of the chairs and picked up a lovely Chinese-style silk housecoat. It was in white with a thick red edging and red flowers flowing down the back of it. Alice held it open for Steve to put on. He slipped his arms into it and as lovely material engulfed him, he eyes closed, the closeness of his Mistress and the feel of the material was starting to make Steve's head spin. "You sit down at the table, dinner is ready" Alice's matter of a fact voice calmed Steve who sat on one of the dining chairs. He became aware of how he was sitting and closed his legs, but found it awkward so pulled the chair in close to the table and let his legs fall open. Alice loved cooking, so for her to cook for Steve was not unusual. Alice had made chicken in some sort of sauce. Steve was not sure what it was, all he knew was that it was like everything that Alice did, wonderful. They ate in silence, Alice watching how Steve was eating. Steve was taking much smaller amounts on his fork, terrified he would spill something on the silk. With each movement the material brushed his skin. He was starting to become very aroused and Alice saw it in his eyes. "You are not enjoying yourself too much are you?" It was her way of warning him not to get over excited. Steve just blushed and a small smile went over his face. Alice started chatting, just the normal day to day stuff, just like they would have talked about any other Friday over dinner. However, once the meal was finished Alice produced a full length apron for Steve to wear while he did the washing up. "What should I do about these" Steve held his arm up indicating that long wide sleeves of the housecoat he was wearing would get in the way while washing the dishes. "Take that off and put the pinny on" Alice said in a sarcastic way. As with all other Friday nights Alice left Steve to clear up the kitchen after dinner while she went into the lounge. Steve reluctantly took off the housecoat and placed the pinny over his head and tied it behind his back. He now realised that women's new shoes, even with small heels are not very comfortable for doing housework in. Steve struggled from table to sink several times, but soon decided that he would get it all done a lot quicker if he took his shoes off. So slipping them off, he got stuck into clearing up and washing the dishes. Once the kitchen was as his Mistress liked, Steve slipped his shoes back on and picking up the housecoat, headed to the lounge. Mistress Alice was lazing on the sofa and she smiled up and him as he came into the room. Steve knelt next to the sofa on the floor placing the housecoat on the sofa next to Mistress Alice. She held out her had and tousled his hair. "So what did you have to remind me?" she asked "That I soaked your bathroom carpet Mistress" he answered lowering his eyes in respect. "Is there anything else I should know?" she asked. Steve searched his brain. Had he done anything else wrong? "No Mistress, nothing else" He replied. "Are you sure?" Steve could think of nothing he had done since arriving a few hours earlier and so confirmed his answer. Mistress Alice rose from the sofa. Standing above Steve she looked down as him. "What about saying your legs looked lik plucked chickens?" She asked her voice firm, but with her playful undertone. Steve cringed inwardly. He had hoped she had not heard his comments in the shower. Trying to rectify the situation he commented that his legs did indeed look like plucked chickens. "So my care and attention to your legs were not appreciated then?" Before Steve could comment further, Alice held her hand up to silence him. Steve knew that he was in trouble and the thought of what was to come both scared and excited him. "So for soaking my carpet I think a good hard hand spanking over your pretty silky knickers" Her voice was now full of fun, knowing that this would please Steve no end as he loved being spanked. "Then" she continued "for the plucked chicken comment I think 7 strokes of the cane one for each letter of the word chicken. And a further 3 strokes for not realising it was as mistake to say it. How does that sound?" Steve did not like the cane as a punishment. He loved to get caned for pleasure, but hard strokes did not stimulate him the same way as other forms of pain. However Steve wanted to please and so agreed to the punishments. "Go fetch the punishment cane" she ordered Steve, who rose and went to were it was kept and came back, handing it to his Mistress. "I think that cane first" Alice said. Steve's heart sank. He was hoping to have his buttocks warmed by his Mistress's hand before the cane was used. "Over the arm" Mistress Alice said and Steve bent over the arm of a large leather chair. Alice walked around him, stroking his buttocks over the silk knickers. It really turned him on, but he had been taught over the months to control his feelings and to stop himself from getting an erection. "So you have chicken legs do you" her words teased him. "Maybe they should get the caning" His heart skipped a beat. The cane on his legs hurt so much more than on his buttocks. "But it may damage the stockings" His Mistress said. Steve was so relived that he gave out an obvious sigh. Alice could not stop a small laugh from escaping. Alice took hold of the top of Steve's knickers and pulled them down to his knees. "Ok you can spell out the word chicken as I cane you" Steve held his breath as Alice stroked the cane over his tense buttocks. She raised it and with a sharp flick of her hand and wrist brought the cane down expertly onto Steve's bare bottom. Steve let out his breath heavy and sharp, making a grunting sound, then breathed in and said loud and clear "C, Mistress" The second hit the same spot where a thin red line already lay. "H, Mistress" The pain taking his breath, but he was able to compose himself quickly. The third one hit hard "I, Mistress" Alice strokes were even, each landing with the same pressure, the same speed and in the same place. "C, Mistress" "K, Mistress" "E, Mistress" With each stroke the pain intensified, sending shock waves though Steve's body, the pain in his head as well as on his buttocks. When the sixth one landed Steve took a second to get his breath and said. "N, Mistress. Chicken Mistress". Alice stroked his red striped buttocks. All the strokes had landed within an inch of the other, the red marks were staring to raise and turn white. "If you had told me about what you had said, you would not be getting the next three would you?" "No Mistress" Steve answered, the burning from his buttocks felt eased as Alice's hand slowly stroked them. Then she moved to the side of him. Steve felt the cane strike. He had not been prepared for it and gave out a small cry. "Not paying attention" Alice loved seeing him squirm, knowing that he was revelling in his submission. "Well that got your attention" Another stroke. It whooshed through the air and was followed quickly by the last stroke. The pain of the final three seemed so much harder to take as Mistress Alice had calmed him by stroking him. He was not ready and so each of them ripped through his body. "Pull your knickers up now" Mistress Alice ordered. As Steve felt the soft silk touch his tender hot bottom he gave out a small sigh of enjoyment. "My feet could do with a good rub" Alice said and then continued "but its getting late and I need my sleep, so over my knee, your not getting away without your spanking." They both loved spanking. He loved to feel her hand hard and firm on his skin, loved the way she would stroke him, teasing him, making him melt with pleasure and then she would start with her firm hand once more. She loved the power she held over him, the warm inner glow of knowing that someone is submitting to you, for you. She loved the sound, the feeling, the redness and the warmth as her hand struck him. She also loved the feeling of his body as he lay across her, his body tensing, anticipating each slap. She loved to stroke him softly and gently feel his body relax into her gentle touch. She loved to let her hand move close to his balls, but not touch them, teasing him knowing that he was hot and horny. Tonight it was not on bare skin but over his silk knickers and onto the red raised lines from the caning. Being spanked over the cane marks some how made it feel warmer, made each slap travel deep into his groin. Steve was now deep in submission and floating in the wonderful sensations his Mistress was giving him. As the spanking progressed both enjoying it immensely Steve raised a foot and his red shoe fell to the floor. Mistress Alice stopped. "Your stockings are filthy" Her voice was slightly raised and there was genuine shock in it. Steve moved off her knee and sitting on the floor took off the other shoe and looked at the bottom of his stockings. "How did they get like that" Alice asked finding it hard not to smile. "Oh, err, I took my shoes off to clean up. I never thought about it, I took the rubbish to the bin outside and ..." His voice trailed off, he knew he was in trouble. "You took your shoes off?" Alice's voice was level and firm. Steve did not answer; he moved to his knees and hung his head. He had so wanted the spanking to continue. He was so enjoying it and now he was kneeling before his Mistress having displeased her. "You not only took your shoes off without asking permission, but you then walked outside in your stockinged feet." It was no good, Alice let out a laugh. "You are a plonker at times." Steve looked up at her, his eyes big and pleading for pity, but the cheeky smile on his face could not hide that fact that he too thought it was a totally stupid thing to have done. "So you are giving me a hard time tonight after I bought you all you nice new clothes" "I'm sorry Mistress" Steve pleaded, "I will try harder" Steve tried to keep genuine remorse in his voice but somehow it sounded sarcastic. "Hmm I think punishment for this can wait until tomorrow, I'm in need of my bed" Alice moved towards the door and Steve stood up. "You can wash your knickers and stockings before you come to bed. Yes you can sleep in my bed tonight" The biggest smile beamed from Steve's face. Alice chose the time Steve would share her bed. On other nights he would sleep in the guest room and on some occasions he had been given a blanket and would sleep on the floor at the bottom of her bed. Steve was used to washing ladies underclothes as he would often wash his Mistress's. He loved to wash her knickers and stockings and he felt it was a great honour to be allowed to do so, but tonight he was washing his own. Alice was already in bed and Steve slipped under the duvet next to her. She reached over and turned the bedside light off. "Steve" Alice's voice was very soft and gentle "I want you to make love to me". Steve took her in his strong arms and loved her. They were Mistress and submissive, but there where times when Alice just wanted a man and Steve was the man she wanted, she loved him.

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