Fly me to the moon

“I’m sorry, Debbie, I didn’t mean to embarrass you in public… It’s only that I was so pissed about the credit card thing. Besides, I’ll probably never see those gals again”, she said about the scene at the mall.

What had happened at the mall?

see my previous Posting

This story starts with Amazon at home

“I’m also sorry, Sandy, but I am concerned about our finances. We’ve spent in one day my savings for almost a semester of my tuition”
“But tell me, deep into your heart: Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could actually be my wife openly, in real life?” , she said, while caressing my face
I had been stur up most of the time, but these words turned me on even more.
“Oh, yes!… to be… your wife…” I said, reaching for her puss
“Debbie, Debbie”, she muttered, “You are Debbie, Sandra’s wife”
I started unbuttoning her blouse.
“What are you doing?”, she said in seriously… “you are not my wife now. At the moment you are my maid. And we had an agreement: no sex until you are done: and you still have to do the ironing, and cook for the whole week… I’m not cooking each single day while you’re at the office! You must cook all the meals in advance and keep them in the fridge. Go, slut, put on your uniform”
“Yes ma’am”, I say , scarcely being able to speak
“Tonight you’re also sleeping in the kitchen”
“Yes, ma’am”












Sunday night finally arrived: I was done with absolutely everything, or was I? I kept checking out in my mind everything in my to-do list… and yes, I thought I was. There she came. I adopted a submissive position, with my head down and my hands behind my back, and expected for her dictum.

“Good job!” she said, “you’ve finally earned it!... let’s go change for dinner”
I was allowed to take a long shower and to change in her room. We both got undressed, and ready to put on the beautiful dresses we had bought the previous day. Then she opened an elegant box and showed me it’s contents: a delicate piece of underwear.
“Have you ever worn panties?”

It was such a wonderful sensation! How could I have worn anything else but panties before! Why don’t we guys have the right to feel something as delicate and smooth over our crotch?
“And a bra?”
“A bra? But I don’t need bra”
“Yes, you do… all girly boys like you should wear a bra”, she said while she moved behind me and started putting it on.
“Listen, Debbie: from now on, you’re always going to wear both panties and bra, even when you go to work. Understand? Nobody will notice them under you regular clothes, but they’ll be reminding you at all times that I’m your owner”
We finally got into our dresses, and made ourselves up, or rather, she applied makeup on me, as I didn’t know yet how to do it. Then she polished my finger and toe nails.
I slid into my delicate open toe, high heel sandals and took a look at the final result in the mirror.
“I look like a goddess” I whispered
“Yes… we are two goddesses!”
“I wish I could wear this stuff all the time!”
“Why not?”, she said naturally
She helped me go down the stairs, as I was so clumsy with my heels, and took me by the hand to the dining room: As a maid, I had been instructed to prepare a special dinner, and serve it in a romantic setting, with candles. Now I was going to enjoy it as a goddess.

Suddenly, Sandy came up with a bouquet of flowers out of the blue:
“These are for you, goddess!”
“But… I… I don’t know what to say: no one has given me flowers before!”
“You deserve them.”
“I...Thank you!”
“Don’t cry, darling… your makeup will run”





We enjoyed a wonderful dinner, and she even served the dessert herself.
“Don’t mind about the dishes honey”, she said, “the maid will take care of them next weekend”
And then, she took out a small box, opened it, and presented me with a beautiful ring:
“Do you want to be my wife, Debbie?”
I couldn’t utter a word. I stared at her brilliant smile for what appeared to be ages until I could reply:
“Yes, Sandra, yes: I, Deborah, will be your wife”
She kissed me ardently. Our lipstick turned into a complete mess. We both laughed, as we rubbed each other’s lips.
“Wait!”, she said, “I have the matching bracelet… and the earrings… too bad you don’t have your ears pierced…”
"My ears pierced! I’d love to!" I thought. I imagined myself wearing that stunning pair of earrings!
She turned off the lights, put some soft music, and invited me to dance with her in the dark living room, illuminated by the moon.

Dancing in the moonlight

Sandra looked gorgeous in her long blue gown with sleeves (it was the 80's). She seemed to blend with the moon-lighted sky. My dress was much more simple, but still elegant, and made me feel wonderful.

"And there’s something else", she said in a grave tone, interrumpting our dance and searching in a drawer. "Look what I have here: It’s a contract".

A contract! What was she talking about, I wondered? How could she come up with legal issues just there and then…

“What kind of contract?”
“A contract between a mistress… and her… slave. I’m the mistress, and you, of course, are the slave. Would you sign it?”
“Yes”
“Don’t you want me to read to you first?”
“It’s OK: I’ll sign it”
“It does have legal value, you know?”

And she approached the window, and started reading out loud:
“Of my own free will, I offer myself in slavery to my Mistress, Sandra Lynn. I will devote myself completely and totally to the pleasure and desires of my Mistress, without hesitation or consideration of myself or others”.

I feel my heartbeats accelerating

“The slave agrees to obey her Mistress in all respects. her mind, body, heart and time belong to Her.
“The slave shall keep her body available for the use of her Mistress at all times in any manner She wishes… The Mistress possesses the right to determine whether others can use the slave’s body and what use they may put it to…”

She stops, and looks at me, perceives that my stimulation is increased by each word she pronounces

“Want to keep on reading it in my bedroom?”






She sits on her bed, holding the contract and reading from it, while she orders me to suck her puss as she reads on. I get my head under her dress, and start licking her clitoris.

She comes several times, shouting and moaning as she does, but she keeps on reading the contract:

“The slave will only wear whatever clothing is deemed appropriate by her Mistress…”

When she is done, both reading the contract and having her orgasms, I sign it anxiously.

“Good". She says, exhausted, “You are not only my maid, and my wife, but also my slave… Now stay here, lass, Ill be right back”

She leaves me there, still kneeling in front of the bed, and shortly after comes out of the bathroom, wearing nothing more tan her leather pants and boots

“Finally!” I say to my self. She ties me to the bed, and then possesses me, literally: I can feel her leather slacks rubbing against the thin silk of my dress, her dirty, heavy boots resting on my nearly naked feet dressed in nothing but my delicate sandals. I feel frail, weak, dominated. I sense her strong, commanding. I shout of pleasure, as I am about to cum. Suddenly, she gets off me, leaving me to ejaculate in the air, totally ruining my gratification.

“It’s called orgasm denial”, she says, “just so you know who is the boss around here. I’ll do that to you whenever you don’t behave yourself. Or simply when I feel like it,... slave”

Dress rehearsal

As Sandy called out my name for the first time, (When? See my previous posting) I felt I had been baptized. Or, at any rate, that I’ve been initiated into a whole new experience. As years went by, it turned out to be a completely new life. At the time, I could perceive that I had somehow been given a new identity, a “parallel” identity I thought at the time, a character to act in an exciting new game play. What I didn’t realize is that I had actually been reborn.




That strenuous Friday night, or should I say Saturday morning, after a whole day at the office, after some eight hours of hard work around house as a housemaid, and after all the sexual spur and deprivation I had been subjected to, I still couldn’t sleep.
I lay down on my mattress, over the kitchen floor, still dressed in Debbie’s clothes. My erection had lasted all day, and couldn’t be concealed under my uniform, to Sandra’s delight. But now, I hadn’t the least desire, even though I felt so sexy in my new outfit. Actually, I felt sexy for the first time in my life. Oh! If I could only wear it every day!

I woke up at dawn. I must have slept a couple of hours at the most.
I somehow have the energy to start working already: I separate by colors the clothes I am to wash later that day, and prepare Sandy’s breakfast which, of course, I am to serve to her in bed.
“Good morning ma’am” I greet her as graciously as possible
“Good morning… Debbie”, she pronounces my name with a muffled, alluring tone, grabbing my skirt and pulling me to her.

“You need lots of training, Debbie, you’re very clumsy, you act like a man”
“But I am a man!”
“Oh, sorry, I forgot that: look sweetie, your makeup is all run”
“Sorry, ma’am, there’s no mirror in the kitchen and I…”
“Go wash your face!... Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to wash my face”
“But you can’t enter my bathroom, Deborah, go do it in the sink, in the kitchen”
“Yes, ma’am”
“You really need to be trained”

The large pile of clothes had finally been classified and waiting it’s turn to get into the washing machine, as Sandra came down. She had a camera in her hands, and had been taking pictures of me washing her panties by hand.
“Are you crazy!” I shouted
“How dare you speak to your mistress in that tone! I’ll have to spank you!”
“I’m sorry… but you can’t take pictures with me dressed like this!”
“But you look so cute! And besides this is a special occasion… the first time you become my sissy-maid. I’ll keep them, so you can see your progress when you’re finally completely trained”
“But nobody has to see them…”
“Only my friends…”
“What!”
“Just kidding… No. No one will see them, unless you don’t behave yourself… Smile!”

“Now you have to go for some groceries”
“You don’t mean that I’m going out like this!”
“Of course!”
“Look Sandy, I’m not going anywhere dressed like this. Do you understand? This is only a game, something between ourselves! I can’t risk it being seen by anyone… let alone someone from the office”
She laughed: “It was only a joke… We’ll keep it private… for now. Go change your clothes and we’ll both go shopping”

And there we were, arguing in the middle of the shopping mall. We were supposed to be shopping for groceries, and we had already squandered a large amount of money in useless extravagances. We had spent several hours just looking at show windows.




At first I was bored, as always, as all men are. But after a while, I started indulging into a new wonderful game she had invented:
“How would you look in that one?”, she asked, pointing at a beautiful gown
“Me?”
“Yeah, who else?”
“Well…”
“C’mon! Don’t be shy! Just fancy yourself wearing that dress!”
“Maybe I’ leave the lace out… It just doesn’t match”
“You do have a sense of style after all! And what about that one?”
“You mean the flashy strapless pink one?”
“Yeah, I can already imagine you wearing it! So hot!”
“Would you keep your voice down?”
“Sorry. Want to try it on?”
“Are you nuts?”
“Come on", she said, entering the store.

She tried on herself dozens of gowns, before she grabbed out one for me. It was a simple unornamented dress, very stylish… but still a dress.
“And this one’s for you!”
I didn’t answer. Deep into myself I was dying to try it on.
“Come on, I’ll help you”, she said, dragging me to the dressing room with one hand and holding the dress with the other.
As I came out of the room, blushing, I could only take small shy steps.
“You look so gorgeous” said the sales girl with a natural tone, as though she sold this stuff to guys all the time. I now know that she probably does.
“Want the same model in some other color?”
As I grew more confident, I ended up trying on several garments, much to the enjoyment of the customers, fortunately very few, until Sandra proclaimed:
“That’s the one”
“And I have the shoes to go with it”, said the girl, "can you handle high heels?"

My first dress

Much to the amusement of several passerbyers, there I was, in the middle of the store, wearing that simple yet elegant knee-length cocktail dress in silk synthetics . Just the feeling of the smooth fabric touching my skin is something I'll never forget. The matching open-toe sandals had moderate heels and open backs. That made it difficult enough for me to walk in them. Sandy also bought stockins and some bijouterie.

We had bought (women’s) clothes and shoes for both of us, as well as handbags, scarves and other complements for Sandra, everything on my credit card, and still no groceries. I was very upset, and would refuse to go on with this irresponsible diversion. As I kept on ranting about it, a group of girls approached.




“Look, those are some friends from high school! I haven’t seen them in ages!”
“Hey Sandy!” They all shouted in unison.
“Hey! What have you been up to all this years!”, “Are you married?”
“Oh, I’m sorry”, said Sandra, “I forgot to introduce you: this is Debbie”
“Debbie?” They asked back with a surprised look on their faces.
I promptly introduced myself with my real name. “I am Sandra’s husband”
”Oh! How wonderful! So you did get married!”
“Do you have any children?”
“She is Debbie”, interrupted Sandra. And then, looking at me straight in the eye: “Debbie, my wife”
My heart started beating wildly. I was supposed to be upset, and yet... it sounded so beautiful, so right. I just lifted all the bags and started heading towards the supermarket. As we walked, I could still hear the girls giggling at our backs.