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The next day, when I came home I found clothes in several packages, even with shoes. Everything was on a chair in the dining room. And it was all obviously meant for me to wear.
I unpacked the pieces one by one.
A skirt was black, probably woolen, a white shirt of feminine type, short sleeved, and lace collar.
I watched it and my heart beat faster. I closed my eyes, moaned and knew, that from now on I would only wear clothes like this . Just like he said and just like he wanted. And just like I wanted, to make him happy. I imagined his face, his eyes looking at me, modelling my outfit. for him
I opened the next package, found snow white panties, boy shorts, with rufles on both sides.
The snow white bustier, The reinforced fabric reached down to my stomach, which was left exposed.
There were Black hold up stockings, and the shoes, black and very modest, with about 2 and half inch heels
Of course, I showered and shaved. Fortunately I have already started shaving my legs since Richard have been enjoying my lower parts in tight leggings. Looking at the outfit I was going to wear I opted for just a trace of pink on my lips, a light pink blush on my cheekbones and some mascara. As for my hair, I decided to part it in the middle, and comb it to the sides. It created the image of a very fresh girl. I hoped and believed the girl should be tasty for him.
It was something poetic and erotic as I went through whole the process of preparing for my man. To be beautiful to aroused love, desire and lust in him. To awake in him the male animal , that longs for his woman and consort. And then I could take off all of this beautiful clothes, open up and surrender. I wanted so much to be his.
I started getting dressed. The first were stockings. I had a very special relationship with pantyhoses and stockings since I was a kid. It was the first piece of woman's clothing i started wearing as a child,
rummaging through my mother's drawers and picking out my colour for the day. Then I was imagening a sexy man I seduced with my sexy nylon clad
legs.
I guess I always thought I loved women because the sight of a woman's legs turned me on. But there were a detail, I have must neglected. The legs had to be in
nylon, If they were not , I could care less.
The feeling when I pulled up my stockings was indescribable.
I smoothed them down and pull the top up, so that the sheer, delicate fabric really hugged my legs.
Putting on the panties on felt as sensual as stockings. How can you discribe it, when your bottom is shining, smooth, it makes
your man look at it and touch you there and want you. They fit me like a glove, like a second skin. I stroked my ass in cool fabric and moaned, closing my eyes again and imagening his hand there.
I put on the bustier. Set it up and laced it as much as I was able.
Then the white shirt. It had puffy sleeves, down to the elbows On the collar, which was quite large were lace decorations, that created flowers on either side, probably lillies.
the skirt had wide shoulder straps, and under the breasts these straps were joined by cross band.. When I put it on, it reminded me a a little girl skirt.
When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I felt like Alice in Wonderland, because that was probably what I looked like. And I certainly felt like that in every way. The look was across a little girl and sexy vixen.
I felt demure and elegant and wanting and appealing, and I almost fell in love with my clothes. The choice of the young woman, who chose the clothes and who was married to another old soldier was exquisite. Presumably the old soldiers loved the clothes which emphasize their wifes' youth, their inocence, but the promise of pleasure and willingness that the wifes hid for their husbands beneath their clothes. I knew Richard would like me and I could almost feel his carressing hands all over my body.
And I really looked like a sweet young wife to my man, very modest, timid, radiating a willingness to do anything for her beloved husband.
I wanted to look like that to send the right message. Iam his wife, his housewife, I whispered to myself.
Why suddenly, did my heart felt so great?
I watched myself in the full length mirror, to see if I was missing anything or if anything was spoiling the picture.
There I was, white shirt, black skirt, black stockings with low heeled shoes. My straight dark hair, reaching below my ears evenly parted on
both sides.
some silver very small and delicate earrings would probably enhance the picture of this cute girl. Or woman? Or an expectant wife? The truth was that I had some boyish feature, but fortunately they were really boyish, and didn't spoil the overall picture.. However, there was a visible bulge under my skirt and I was not sure, if my husband would appreciate it. I needed those earrings and a cage for my clitty so he couldn't show how happy he is. I came to my room, to wait there until I was oblige to appear before Richard.
i heard him coming in to the apartement. He undressed and went to the dining room.
A second before 7 I went to the door of the room ad knocked.
Come in, he shouted loudly, in a way that reminded me all of this tough
men in uniforms.
I stood in front of him, with my eyes lowered to the floor, hands on my skirt, nervously pressing my palms together. All I could hear was silence. Of course, I knew what was going on. The old soldier looked me over
with his trained eyes, ready to notice every little flaw in my appearance. I was getting more and more nervous, because nothing was happening,
because he didn't say anything
Doesn't he like me? Where did I go wrong? I asked myself.
I've never felt such tension, and I've never been so eager to hear someone's approval.
Finally, after long minutes he said:
Come closer so I can touch you.
I did. And yes, his hand touched my thigh. He was savoring the smoothnes of it. He ran his hand up, to feel the laced top of my stocking, playing with it, sliding his fingers under the top and caressing my bare skin.
Then he moved his hand even higher and stroked my ass.
Wery well done, he said . I think, you proved, you're capable of meeting my expectations and becoming a good wife.
Thank you, Mr. Altman. I'm so happy, I said somehow.
And I started to sob. out of sheer happiness. I had a wonderful feeling that I had done everything this great man wanted and he was happy with me.
Shh, calm down, my dear, everything is fine, you're really a nice girl he said.
He slid his hand up my skirt so I could feel him. And that big, rough hand really calmed me down and I stopped sobbing like a little girl.
He continued.
As I said yesterday you must buy dresses, lingerie, clothes for every occasion that might come your way. And next week I will arrange a little celebration to tie the knot with you in a more formal way. Do you understand?
Yes, Mr Altman, I said.
OK. Now get me some coffee.
The next few days was spent visiting various stores, shopping for
clothes, accessories, cosmetics and everything I needed for my life as Mr Altman's wife.
I thought intensively about everything, trying not to forget anything.
I decided to call Jane. Well she was a hooker, and I always paid my visites to her. But still, I thought we established a kind of relationship and I felt, we liked each other.
Besides, she was a woman and I longed to share my impending happiness with someone and only another woman could probably understand all of my thoughts, feelings and desires. and a woman like her seemed to be the right person for that. She picked up the phone immediately. I told her, I would like to talk to her about a decision I made for my life and would like to know her opinion.
We agreed to meet at a small restaurant near where she lived.
Hi dear, she said as I entered the restaurant.
Hi Jane, I said and smiled, it was really nice to see her.
We ordered wine and a tuna salad for me and chicken with potatoes for her.
I started to describe my situation to her. She knew, I was living in a rented room in an appartment, with a man, but she was not familiar with the details of our relationship, I told her, that I was like housekeeper for him , doing his laundry, cleaning, serving him when he wanted to drink or eat. I also told her about how he stroked me when I served him and about how I accepted it.
You like that, she asked.
I blushed.
Yes, a lot.
Do you like it better than our caresses, she asked.
Well, I do not know, I blushed even more.
Don't be silly, darling. Tell me the truth. I guess I know anyway.
Yes, I liked it much better. I whispered.
It's ok, I'm not surprised. You know, I meet a lot of man, when doing my job. Some of them are shy too, some of them are shy at first because they wanted to ask something kinky. A lot of them are very arrogant, although not all of them are like that in everyday life. . But with a whore, they want to be machos at least for an hour.. As for you, you've remain shy and insecure until now. So it's probably better for you to be with a strong man who would make decisions for both of you the way I made some decisions of both of us when you started visiting me. Have you had sex yet? Or were you planning to?
Well, I am not sure, what he thinks. But he recently told me, that he wants me in woman clothes. And that in the future I should be his wife , doing my house chores in addition to my marital duties. I've blushed again.
And you?
I accepted. I'm looking forward for it. I want to be his wife more than anything els. And do what every woman does for her man.
You're in love.
I was silent for a long moment.
Yes, I whispered finally.
When I got home, Mr Altman asked for a beer. When I brought it to him
he said:
,I hope you have everything you need as my wife. Tomorrow, like I said there's going to be a little ceremony, just two of us. I hope you'll be prepared perfectly for your big day in every way and in every detail and not disappoint me.
He gave me the stern look of him.
I will do my best, Mr. Altman, I replied.
He wanted me, to wear the same oufit as week ago. I went with the style of the outfit When buying dresses, lingeries and accessories.
Knee length skirts, elegant shirts and tops reminiscent of very young girl.
But lingerie definitely of the kind that is made to excite a man,
when his wife undresses for him in the bedroom.
The big day has come. I have prepared really very thoroughly and carrefully. Shaving, make up,
also getting ready for the wedding night. I bougt a KY jelly and opened myself up several times a day, to get ready.
I walked up to the door of the dining room and knocked.
I heard stern voice again, telling me to come in.
He stood up, took my hand, kissed it and walked me to the armchair next to the one, he has always sat in.
Sit here,my dear to hear how your life will be like. i'm so glad, we will be sharing the appartement together in the future. I missed having a right person next to me and I've thought I'd never find one who lived up to my expectations. But you seem to be the one. I'm really happy with your obedience and respect for me. You see, I'm the kind of man who wants order in his life and I also need a wife who follow the rules I wanted her to follow. Of course, we'll make additional changes in our relationship and in your position here. From now on, you'll sleep with me in my bedroom. I believe you'll be as beautiful at the night as you are during the day. And that you'll be ready to meet my needs. Even though i'm not young I still have a lot of
needs.
Like I told you, your chores are stuck on the fridge but I don't think there is much more than yu already do. From now on, don't call me Mr Altman,, but call me by the names that come from you, from your heart. Because I suppose your heart belongs to me, as much as your body.
Yes, my dearest , I really want to give you my heart, i said and looked at him and almost fainted seeing this handsome man who want to marry me.
And I want to give you my body, my whole body, so you can... have the right to take it whenever you want...however you want, I said, a little incoherently.
Richard smiled, which was very rare for him
Well, that's as it should be, he said.
He stood up, walked to the bar, pulled out a bottle of wine and took two glasses with him. He opened the bottle and poured us some wine.
We klinked our glasses. He took my hand again to kiss it.
I sipped a little, tears came into my eyes. Oh, how it felt to become a man's wife. How could I have ever thought I could be a man myself.
Richard came up to me and said
Please, stand up ,my dear and let me make you my wife.
I stood up. He took out a smaall box ot of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a silver ring with a three small stones. It looked fantastic.
Please, your hand, he askd me.
I gave him my hand and he put the ring on.
From now on, you are mine, he said.
Then he pulled me to him and started kissing me. Very lightly and very gently. I could never have imagine such a tenderness in this old, arrogant, and tough man. But at the very same moment I felt the roughness of his mustache scratching my cheeks, and it really turned me on. I had never imagined kissing a man with a mustache and I certainly hadn't imagined it could be so erotic and exciting.
And of course, after a while his other side prevailed. My mout suddenly opened, and I felt his tongue slip into it.
His hands move down to my ass, cupping, stroking and squeezing. Then he slid down my skirt, and feltthe the skin betwween my stockings and my panties.
I could feel his erection growing against my body.
I moande and let my hands run over his neck and back, feeling so weak but safe in his embrace and watching the man I had just tied the knot with turned to a lustful animal, full of passion and eagerness you would expect in a much younger man.
But I knew no ohther man could have done to me what I felt at that moment. I knew I'd done my best by letting him knotted me up with him and accepting his ring as a life commitment. I knew in that moment that this was the life I always wanted and the life I was meant to have.
Everything I felt, the physical evidence of his manhood, the erect penis, so hard, down there at my belly, the scratching of his mustache, his wild tongue inside my nouth, mimicing the movement I might feel tonight in another love hole of my body, his scent, his rough skinn, the skin of this experienced man, with scars and blemishes, that wer so appealing, It all made me drunk.
We separated. I burried my face in his chest and cried. I could have cried and run away from this cruel world in which I could not stand alone, because now I had him, that strong soldier, who was close by to protect me.
And like Jane said, I did not have to make a decision anymore. In my new persona I was free because I was owned.
We sat down and had more wine. I looked at him, and remember how his hard penis had touched me when we kissed
And I knew that in a few moments I will be able to touch that wonderful hard thing and look at it andd open myself to it, to accept it, to surrender to it to become all his.