Month: June 2019

Yesterday was an experience, a nerve wracking experience but not unpleasant.

I set off from home to go and do my drop off of the report that I had been commissioned to carry out and to return the documents the company had supplied.  I was dressed smartly, but as per Madam’s instructions.

My blue shirt was actually a blouse, and the trousers were actually woman’s with the zip at the side, I wore a tie as I usually do and I had my jacket to hand for when I go out the car at Dartford.  No socks allowed, so my stocking clad ankles might be seen above my brogues.  Underneath was a black waspie/ clincher, plain top black stockings, satin knickers and a black balcony bra.  pretty much what I normally wear under a suit when I go to a work meeting, the outer layer was just more feminine if you really look.

so by 10.30 I had dropped the paperwork off and was on my way to Romford and the butterflies were raging in my stomach.  with traffic and searching for the house I got there about 11.20.

Madam had made it clear that I was not to go in with my jacket, tie or brogues, so the tie was removed and I slipped off the shoes, to be replaced with the my 2″ heels – I bloody hoped I had the right house or the occupier of this one was going to be in for a real surprise!!

I knocked on the door and it was opened by a small lady, probably in her late 50’s.

“hello, I’m looking for Trisha…”

I was given the once over “Oh, you’re billie, come in, come in.” and I was ushered into the house and the living room.

The woman was Trisha, very friendly  and quite chatty.  she called for her husband to get some tea for us and we chatted about my sizes and what Alice has asked for on the phone.  A couple of girdles, some longline bra’s and a corselette if she had one that fitted.  apparently the stock had been sold cheap because of either missing size labels or incorrect labels.

Her husband came in and was a real surprise, fully made up with make up, wig and dressed as a 50’s house wife may have looked – wow!

I was introduced to Alison, Trisha’s house husband – Alistair – They had both run a couple of stalls selling underwear, hosiery, socks and pants, steady work and with some of their wholesale work they had done alright but now having gotten on in life, they had sold up and now did a little bit of ebay sales to tick over.

It was quite relaxing sitting in a strangers living room , as a male in female clothing with this lady and her crossdressed husband just chatting about things.

With Tea finished it was time to get started I was taken through to what had been the garage but was now the work room.  the room had a sewing maching and a few boxes of items.  apparently most of the items would be sold onto other market traders but they kept a few bits for selling on ebay or for those that had bought from them before such as us.

“Ok dearie blouse and trousers off….”  while it was a request it was direct.  I stripped off and stood there in my lingerie and popped my heels back on.

“Your wife said that you wouldn’t get aroused with this, Not that I’m worried about that, Alison does it the whole time, don’t you!”

I told her that I was caged and that an errection wasn’t going to happen, well it would be contained.

“well lets get on then.”

Alison was opening some packages and laying them out, girdles, a selection of longline bras and 3 corselettes.

Trisha looked at me and asked me to take my bra and waspie off and I was passed the first bra – nope too small, swapped and the next was better and then removed and then the next one tried and that was better.  with that in place Trisha asked Alison to pass a set of foam inserts and these were then inserted into the bra cups to fill it out.  This told me that I wasn’t the first crossdresser or sissy to have been here for a fitting.

Next was the girdle, she had two types – open bottom and panty girdle.  The panty girdles just didn’t fit as they were too small or way too big, so Alison put them back into their wrappers and back into the box.  The open bottom girdles were far better and there was 3 that fitted just fine – 2 black and 1 white, so they were set to on side.

The bra and girdle were removed and I stood in my panties and sagging stockings and the first black corseletted passed and tried on.  now there is a knack to putting these on, step into the corseletted, cross your ankles and then pull it up and then wriggle into it. it didn’t fit and was then shrugged back down to the floor.  the same with the other black one but the white one was just fine, stockings were then attached to the short suspenders clips and the foam inserts added.

“Nice, that suits you dearie, nice bit of shape and smooth out line, yes I think that’s just right for you.”

she was right, it did the job squeezing me and holding me just enough without being too uncomfortable.

The corseletted was wriggled off and added to the bras and girdles in the fitting pile.  I was asked which ones I wanted and I confirmed that I would take a black and white long line bra, all of the girdles and the white corseletted – £10 for each bra, £12 for the girdles and £20 for the corselette.  Not bad

Trisha told me to put my waspie and bra back on, and as I was treading the suspenders under my knickers and attaching to the stockings I was asked if I would show her the cage.

I lowered my knickers and both Trisha and Alison had a good look at my cage and constrained penis.

the questions started to flow.

how long do you wear it for ?
how do you wash with it on?
is it painful?
what happen when you get erect?
how big are you out of the cage?
how do you put it on?

The questions from Alison was quite interesting – do you get aroused?  does it give a sexual buzz or thrill?  can you cum in it?

I had to explain that yes I can cum while wearing it but it mainly comes from being anally used or stimulated. (and also elements of the humiliation and being dominated).  I’m sure at this point I was very red faced, I certainly felt embarrassed.

Trisha asked how we started with chastity and if there were different types of chastity.  I explained my journey and the types we had used.  by now I was still in my underwear but we had migrated back to the living room with a mug of tea each – quite surreal really.  sat in someone’s front room in my underwear with a woman and her crossdressed husband discussing chastity over a cup of tea and a custard cream!!  that’s not a normal day for most people!!!

The two seemed genuinely fascinated by the chastity and the FLR that Madam and I have, there was a real interest in perhaps trying a chastity device and that was from Alison, so we promised to keep in contact if he needed any advice or more information.

I got dressed with my blouse and trousers, collected my purchases and thanked my hosts for the pleasant visit and the stress free experience of trying on the girdles.  I was hugged by both Trisha and Alison and waved on my way.  it was a really nice experience, so much so that I forgot to change out of my shoes and drove all the way back home in my heels.

Madam was really please with the purchases and I was required to model them for her but she was more impressed with my whole experience of going and being fitted.

I have to admit despite my worry it was a lovely day and I really do have to thank Trisha and Alison for making it a stress free experience – Thank you!

About 18 months ago Madam wanted to get some Shapewear and she hadn’t been impressed with the options from M&S or Debenhams.  so after a bit of a search for some locally she drew a blank.  she had been looking for open Bottom girdles and a corseletted.

now she does have some very nice shape wear from What Katie Did, as I do as well, but she was looking for some day to day wear items, not too pricey and not too fancy either.  Her search took her to ebay and she found a seller that was clearing stock from an old lingerie shop.

So she ordered some items.  the seller contacted Madam to mention that of the 5 items she had ordered they were in 2 different sizes and could she confirm which size she wanted.

Well Madam emailed them back to say that she was aware of the size issue but she was ordering for her and she was also ordering 2 items for her husband.  The seller responded that she understood and she was familiar with this as her husband was also a dresser.

The items arrived and they were great, along with a small news letter explaining what this couple do and the other items that they sell.  stockings, underwear, shapewear, socks etc.  They apparently used to have a market stall but now do most of their selling on line.  if we wanted we could be informed if they got new stock in, Madam emailed them to say what she was interested in and to keep her in mind.

since then we have ordered a few items but we often get an email that they have a new clearance stock, a lot of it is stockings for Madam’s work outfits. but occasionally there is something that comes in like a Basque or a waist clincher.

Now over the last 2 years my main underwear, particularly during the winter, is a open bottom girdle, long line bra and stockings for my normal working week.  My maid and secretary uniforms have these as my main stay lingerie.  during the hot weather it does become less constraining but still with stockings and suspenders.

my now normal office wear, well it has been for the last 2 years anyway- yes that is me!

Last week Madam received an email from the seller and informed her that they had some new stock in from couple of shops and traders and would she be interested.  Madam asked what sizes and explained she was looking for a few items for me to replace my older girdles and bras.

The seller told her that one of the batches was labelled up wrongly and hence they were cheap and while they were trying to measure them there was a risk that the sizing could be wrong.  Madam was still interested…..

“billie, come here dear!” I presented myself in the study in front of my wonderful Madam.

“Where are you going next Thursday with work?”

“Dartford Ma’am”

“That’s quite close to Romford isn’t it?”

“yes Ma’am, a couple of junctions back on the M25.”

“thank you, you can go..” and I went back to my duties none the wiser.

About an hour later Madam came to the kitchen and popped the kettle on and asked what I was going to be doing at Dartford – “I’m basically dropping off an Audit Report for a company on one of their big construction projects.”

“Why aren’t you using a courier for that?”

The company had supplied a shit load of documents and drawings, some of which were commercially sensitive, so they had asked that I collect and return them in person.

“No meetings, just dropping them off?”

That was it, the client had the electronic draft copy already and they were paying for me to drop the hard copy and the other documents, so that was it, travel down, into the office, not far from the bridge, get the front desk to sign and then back in the car and head home, job done, thank you very much………..however….

“Good, I’ve spoken to Trisha (the seller), they have some really nice stuff just come in and they think that it will probably be in your size, I want you to go to their house and pick up the items I’ve ordered.”

“oh ok, no problem, probably be about a half hour detour to go in and pick it up if they are on the M25 side of Romford…”

“Ah, no my dear, it will probably take a bit longer as she is going to get you to try on a few items as they don’t have the correct sizes on the labels, I’ve told her that you’ll be popping in to try them on to get the right sizes”

I almost choked!  what?  “Sorry Ma’am, are you sure about this?”

“yes dear, you’ll be fine, she knows about you being my sissy husband, and she thinks she has a few items that will be just fine for you, besides your black girdle and corseletted do need replacing.”

and that was that.  so tomorrow morning I will set off on a trip that will involve underwear shopping but I’ll be trying before buying.  this isn’t going to be like a visit to a fetish shop, this is a visit to someone’s house, someone that we’ve not actually met before…..

wish me luck!

From Madam Alice

It has been a normal weekend here at home in our little bit of England, it’s June and the weather is rather unpredictable – all very british!  but undeterred we have stayed Calm and Carried on.

on Friday I arrived home from work and was met at the door by my lovely hubbie in his French Maids uniform, waiting at the door with a glass of wine and to be told that my bath was ready (this is a very well planned routine –  text message when leaving work, general known travel time home on a Friday etc, billie has it off pat, and hearing the gates gives billie time to go and pour a glass of wine and get to the door, bless him, he is good.)

I bath and dress ready for John to arrive and when he arrives billie show him in and we kiss and cuddle while billie waits.  I chose one of my Black Basques and Fully fashioned stockings and my 5″ stilettoes and I know that it drives both of my boys wild. I could feel John getting excited and the look on billie told me that he was uncomfortable in his cage.

But, and it is a But! I want to see Billie’s frustration.  we’ve changed his cage earlier this year to a open metal cage, and I love it, the way it is smaller that his modified CB-6000s, the way that it holds him tight – his penis/clit against his balls, and also the way the penis/clit is forced down in its constrained submission.

I could make him remove the maids uniform, but that strips away the uniform of the submissive husband, I like him in his uniform, I like the way that it adds to his submissive nature and the way that he fulfils the role of my maid,

No the uniform must stay, so what to do?

Well billie has now been tasked to find a suitable maids uniform for just these occasions, his current one comes mid thigh and will show his stockings, but I want something that shows stocking tops and suspenders and where possible so that se can catch a regular glimpse of his little package in it’s cage.

I want him to have it for after our summer holiday, so he has until September to find it, order it and if necessary go and have it fitted – I want it to fit, be short and still be suitable as a sissy maid uniform.

John has added his requirements as well, he wants billie to get a matching set of panties for the uniform but with a rear zip opening, he got the idea from one of billies daily image finds.

So we shall see what my submissive husband comes up with.

We’ve had an interesting few days here at home.  Madam is back to full health and enjoying herself as usual and Master has been here at home as well.

Several weeks ago we planned to have a BBQ for Saturday but the weather conspired against us so it was more of a an indoor grilling session.   now this is all part of looking a head and planning things and booking things.

While our family (well Madam’s family really) think that this is a bit to formal they do accept it, they know that we value our privacy – for obvious reasons – and they know that they have to call before they turn up, we definitely don’t do surprise visits.  They can turn up at short notice but at a good 30 minutes head start to change and to hide things helps!

so the scene on Saturday is Madam and Sir in the lounge and the table in the dining room set up with salad and nibbles.  I’m in the kitchen grilling some burgers and sausages with Master popping occasionally out to check on the meat that he had in a smoker outside.

There is a few ciders and white wines being consumed and we are determined not to be beaten by the crap weather.

Madam is looking fantastic is a light floral skirt but with a wool cardigan on and I’m pottering about in casual dress.

The phone rings at about 3pm and Madam answers it while I’m with Master sorting out the beef that he has brought in.  Madam comes in with her hand over the mic…

“Mick, it’s your brother!”  Now the look on her face wasn’t good and for her to use “Mick” was also telling.

I’m pretty much estranged from my side of the family.  They were a bad influence on my life and rather controlling in a bad way – my FLR with Madam is definitely very positive for me.  Now the issue that I have is that my brother shouldn’t have the phone number.  it was given to my Mother only for emergencies – and mean is some one dies, that level of things.

“Ah Michael, glad I caught you at home.  we’re in the Milton Keynes area and we thought we would come round and say hello, sort of catch up.”

Now, I haven’t been called Michael since I left home in the 80’s and I’m not going to start again now, also the last person that I would want in my home would be my Brother.  If ever there was an intolerant Arse it is him.  If he wanted to see me there must be something afoot.

“What are you after?”

“oh just a catch up, it’s been years…”

“It’s been years for a fucking reason!”

and from that point I went into full rant mode, giving my brother both barrels from the “emotional shotgun” and telling him to go and fuck himself.

I pretty much left home when I was 17 to get away from the control of my family and headed back to the Midlands to live with my Uncle, working on building sites and eventually getting taken on as an apprentice surveyor.  while my Dad and brother intended to keep me in the family business and work for next to nothing while gaining no qualifications and being manipulated to do what they wanted work wise – no not for me and if I could spot it at that age it must have been bloody obvious.  My brother was always going to be the successor to my dad and the business but he also gained all of the nasty business practices that went with that.  Over the first few years away from my immediate family I pretty much learned what a ruthless team they were, so I’m very comfortable about stepping away from that part of life.

My brother is one of those people that smiles and talks well to get in with you, but once he is in he would dig, and latch on and then bleed you for anything he could, either in business, in life or often just for his own amusement.  Pretty toxic and unfortunately he isn’t alone.

The conversation ended with a very curt “goodbye!” and I clicked the phone off and looked round to find my wife looking at me open mouthed and John just about to wet himself with laughter!

“What?” was al I could ask.

Master was the first to get himself together “Bloody hell Mick! if you can give someone that level of a bollocking and abuse when in a skirt and heels, what the hell are you like in normal work mode!”

I caught my reflection in the glass doors and he had a point, I was stood there in a short pleated skirt and a yellow blouse – with tan stockings, suspenders with my caged penis in its chastity. while wearing 4″ heels.  Yea, all a bit of a contrast!  You couldn’t help laugh when you look at it in that way.

So here I was stood in my kitchen with my Mistress Wife and her Boyfriend who cuckolds me while dressed in women’s clothes while enjoying some wine, cider and some good food, so for those that think that we should embrace the vanilla rather than the FLR – no thanks.  My vanilla life was pretty crap thanks and the path to FLR was a learning experience but now that we are here it’s a far better place and we like it here, in FLR land, and I’m damned if I want that spoiled by the old vanilla life crashing into it!

Life isn’t just black and white, there is a whole spectrum of Grey and we – Madam Alice, Master John and Sissy billie – like it!

so the motto is – “ditch the toxic and embrace the FLR”  or as Madam once put it “Life is better in stockings, suspenders and heels” – she has a point!