An Ever Changing Story

I put on the belt and clipped the pink straps to the D ring which was designed to be behind my back. Finally, as instructed, I pressed the padlock behind my back firmly shut and now I was utterly at her mercy.

I entered the spare bedroom. Laid out on the bed, the outfit I was to wear left nothing to the imagination. A bright crimson basque with matching lacy panties, black fishnet stockings, an extremely short black pvc mini skirt. a very long black wavy wig, drop earrings, bright red nail varnish and 6" stiletto heeled, thigh high, patent black leather boots.

She had also left me false eyelashes to wear. The makeup I had to apply was heavy blue eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara. She had also laid out pancake foundation cream, rouge, tweezers and an eyebrow pencil and a stunning bright lipstick with additional lip-gloss.

There was yet another note!! Meet me in The Sailors at 8:00 tonight. I hold all the keys to your future, so do not dare to be late.

Oh shit – it was already quarter past six. Realising that I really needed to get a move on, I quickly put on the outfit my wife had laid out for me. The basque was a perfect fit, I took time to get the fishnet stockings perfect and the thigh high boots fitted me really well. I squeezed into the tight miniskirt. I knew only too well just exactly what my wife wanted my appearance to be. I plucked my eyebrows and then caked on tons of foundation, and then came the eye makeup complete with lashings of mascara. The bright red lipstick plus gloss almost finished my appearance. Then I painted my fingernails bright red, rang for a taxi, and prepared myself for a long night of utter humiliation at The Sailors.

I now knew that this was exactly what my wife was to turn me into for the rest of my life. I was to be dressed as a prostitute 24/7

The last note had stated that just after I had locked the house door, and before I had got into the taxi, I was to post my house keys back through the letterbox. Standing there dressed like a prostitute, I reluctantly did as I was instructed. Shouldering my handbag, I got into the taxi and asked to be taken to The Sailors.