I wish stewardesses (politically correct - flight attendants) still dressed like this. See Bad Penny's
blog for more delectable images of FemDom.
Yeah, I am in a sharing mood today so I am sharing something I have only shared with 2 other people here.
This image evoked a wonderful encounter I had with Marlene. As I have blogged before I went through a stage of considering being sexually submissive and was assisted in my quest for direction by a wonderful Domme from Montreal. About 3 months after our mutually satisfying correspondence ended I happened to meet Marlene online at a vanilla dating site. the site allowed one to put down their basic sexual proclivities and she and I had both identified each other as submissive and dominant. We met in person several weeks later for dinner and then began a serious and long physical and emotional relationship founded on our mutual interests in exploring BDSM and D/s (and I will use D/s from now on to keep this simple from a typing perspective) as we where both new to this area of sexual exploration and fetish.
One of the wonderful byproducts of knowing Marlene was that what was initially was based on raw sexual needs of exploration soon became based more on an emotional level. Since she lived in the US and I in Canada and our circumstances required that we could not meet in person that often we created an amazing level of communication. Through primarily emails we interacted daily and sometimes hourly when circumstances permitted and we created a bond that was, and is, still very special to me.
We explored our needs with me being the leader, idea generator, and instigator in most instances with appropriate and considered input from Marlene and eventually over the instances of our physical encounters we bonded sexually so well that we both had an intuitive connection. There were times we met and I was raring to go to scene with her and she was not mentally there so we would switch gears and cuddle or caress or simply talk as friends that are lovers do or as lovers that are friends do. I came to lover Marlene deeply.
I was always open to Marlene's input into our play and exploration. From the perspective that I had experienced some bondage and D/s oriented role play I had more "experience" than her and because of the work I had done thinking and writing about my conception and structure of D/s it was mostly me that directed the thrust (as it were) of our relationship. But as Marlene grew and gained her confidence in her self actualization of her role as a submissive she began, and I encouraged her, to express her needs more directly.
One area of exploration for Marlene was her bisexuality. She had had occasional and casual encounters with women in certain specific situations of a commercial nature. She had enjoyed limited physical sexual pleasure from female strippers and had returned that favour as well. But as she came more comfortable with me she forwarded an idea that she was uncertain to how I would react.
I got an email from her outlining her idea. The gist of it was that she wanted to play the role of a man and I was to be the woman. Now this is a reversal of our roles and for her and I an interesting and novel stretch of our imaginations. I had to admire her boldness and frankness for her ability to broach an idea that for me that was radical. I was to be submissive and play the part of a woman.
This introduced the idea of cross-dressing and the idea initially was not of interest to me at all. But as I reflected on her email and her needs I wanted to bear with her and see how the idea would develop. She was always there for me and it was my turn to ante up and be there for her.
Essentially Marlene offered to buy some lingerie and hose for me and the scenario involved her being a tradesman coming home to find his (this could get confusing) wife apparently bed bound all day having done nothing about the house or his meal. This would engender anger in him and he would show his wife who was boss. A simple enough role play but the execution of it was going to problematic if first I could not be "female" in acting the part and second, being subject to a dominant sexual partner.
An important aside to the above is that NEVER ever have I successfully fantasized about being submissive even when I was exploring being submissive sexually so what Marlene was asking was definitely outside my comfort level. The thing was I wanted to try. On the drive down to meet her the usual wonderful tingle of sexual anticipation in expectation of sexual wow was not there. In fact, I was eminently emotionally neutral until Marlene's knock at the motel door. Then I was a nervous wreck.
Marlene arrived in tattered jeans, work boots, a plaid shirt, and broad leather belt. An interesting combination on a woman that was 5' 2" and a size 1 dress! We kissed and we sat a talked and I expressed my feelings as neutrally as possible so as not to dissuade or discourage her but something about our ease with each other won me over. Marlene unpacked my costume for me and I do admit we had some wine to relax us (though I do not condone abuse of drugs or alcohol when playing). I had put out some candles and some soft jazz and it was evident that Marlene was excited to show me what she had done.
What she had done for us.
It hit me. This was for us. Not just for her. She was so pleased with the slip and panties she got. She knew I liked black lingerie so she had purchased them in black with stay ups to match. Though my realization had broken the barrier of resistance I was still a bit tentative so she pulled out a make up kit and took my hand and led me to the bathroom where she transformed my face. Now that is hard to do. I "suffer" from 5 o'clock shadow and have a very masculine face. No aquiline New York male model face here. Definitely not androgynous Pat let me assure you.
She made this fun and we laughed at the small make up errors and missteps she made as she made me up. We cuddled and kissed and let our hands roam each other. Then, when she was done, she asked me to dress for her. Funny how the words, "Will you dress for me Eric," turned me on. I did and I was a sight. I am a heavy set man and no size 1 but when I revealed myself Marlene's smile of appreciation was more than worth it.
We did play out the scenario to everyone's satisfaction. My husband was most disappointed in my laziness and I was appropriately treated and made up for my dereliction of my matrimonial duties with rather slutty abandon.
It was hot. Memorable. More than that it bonded us towards the next stage in our sexual and emotional D/s relationship.
Am I a switch. No. Will I switch. Yes!
The moral of this story...
Never underestimate the ability of two people that truly trust each other emotionally and physically to find new found ways to show their love sexually.
