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How I Became a Mistress

by Mrs. Silk

A great number of women, as they reach the ages of between 30 and 40 develop a dominant side to their character. Very often it manifests itself as a bossy, nagging side as there is often no other avenue for it to be realized. If, on the other hand they happen to be in a relationship or even better to be married to a submissive male, it can be a totally different story.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I am a very glamorous lady which naturally is reflected in the clothes that I wear. Silk blouses, satin straight skirts for evening, high heels and of course stockings and suspenders. My underwear is always sexy, in mostly satins and silks. Lots of sets in beautiful pastel shades. I have been married four times and with each man I felt I was definitely the stronger partner.

However, it wasn't until my last marriage that the true dominant side of my personality really emerged. When James and I first met, he would often stay with me for the weekend as we lived some distance apart. One morning he realized he had no clean underwear, so jokingly I offered him mine thinking he would choose the plain cotton panties. To my amusement he emerged with a silky pair of pale pink French panties! I thought this was rather unusual but in a way even in that very early stage it made me feel superior. I think, if I can remember correctly as it was almost 20 years ago, he wore them to work on quite a few occasions. Then we progressed to stockings and suspenders when we went out for the day. I used to tease him by saying I wonder if anyone can see the little bumps the suspenders make through your trousers. James eventually moved in with me and this light hearted dressing went on for some time. I was always under the impression that I was the one encouraging him to wear feminine things until one day I went to London on a shopping trip.

I had a busy day in town and treated myself to some lovely new clothes. I just couldn't wait to get home and try them all on. Once home, I made a cup of tea and trotted off to the bedroom with all my goodies. Once satisfied I undressed and was in the process of tidying them away when I realized that the clothes in my wardrobe and drawers had been moved.

I am an observant person and very few things go unnoticed. I immediately checked my underwear drawers and could see that they were still tidy but definitely not as I had left them.

I sat on the side of the bed and like a flash, it dawned on me. James must have returned home and gone through my things. It couldn't have been anyone else. But why? To wear them of course! I had thought wearing my underwear under his suit had just been a game, but this was more serious.

James came home from work that night in a wonderful mood, asking about my day and full of interest in my new clothes. He always loved to choose my outfits when we went out, so his interest in my clothes always seemed innocent. That evening I showed him all the garments and over dinner I casually asked after his day.

Oh, busy but the usual. He carried on eating, unaware of what I was getting at. Haven't you forgotten anything? I prompted.

No. Why? He put down his knife and fork and looked at me puzzled.

Nothing really, apart from the fact that I have the distinct feeling that somebody has been going through my clothes. Still he was not forthcoming. So I had no option but to ask him outright. To my amazement, he confessed that he had been dressing as he called it, for years.

We sat down and had a long talk. He told me it all started when he just 4 years old. His cousins, two older girls had, put him in a satin dress and from then on the dye was cast. He used to raid the dirty linen basket for his mothers clothes and bought numerous items of women's clothing only to throw them away in panic and guilt. We talked into the night and James admitted this was the first time he had told anyone about his dressing. He had always felt so ashamed and thought that no woman would ever understand. I reassured him that this was not so in my case. In fact I found it rather fun and also quite exciting and thought that perhaps we could explore it together.

The next few weeks were spent making James some outfits of his own. He was quite small so it was easy to find patterns to work to. I did some drawings and being a very good seamstress meant the end result was a beautiful maids outfit. It was made from pale pink satin with a white satin Peter Pan collar, large puffed sleeves and a short, circular skirt. The whole thing was trimmed with white lace and finished off with an enormous bow at the back. To go with I had also made a little, frilly maids cap and we bought a beautiful pair of white satin French panties, satin suspenders, black Aristoc seamed silk stockings, lace gloves and a pair of size 8 black patent high heels. These were particularly difficult to find, as 20 year ago cross dressers were not so well catered for as they are today.

The end result was beyond James' wildest dreams. I was dressed in a very severe black satin skirt. The skirt was tight and came below the knee but split to the thigh revealing black seamed stockings. I wore very high heels which made me taller than James. My make-up was also severe, with plenty of black eye liner and deep red lipstick to match my long fingernails.

I dressed James in the maids outfit and he wore one of my wigs which completed the look. I made him parade up and down the hallway with his head down, tottering on his high heels. I couldn't help but notice how totally different his manner was while he was doing this. Normally he was a very forceful man, but when dressed he became completely and utterly submissive. The feeling of power that came over me was something I had never before experienced and I loved it. James was put through his paces and only when I commanded, was he allowed to deal with the enormous erection the dressing had provoked.

This pattern progressed for many years, the making of outfits, the dressing and play acting. Through this, I became extremely dominant and loved the feeling of power. James on the other hand, once he had relieved himself, was quite happy to change back into his clothes, and into his normal bossy macho personality. My dominant feelings however, did not subside when the sessions were over and I began to resent being treated as the little woman. On reflection, I now realize the pitfalls of dominating a man who is only a part-time submissive. A strong woman, once having experienced the feelings of power and domination finds it extremely difficult to revert back to being the gentler sex. This is why I feel it is more beneficial to engage the services of a professional Mistress and not your wife/partner if you are only submissive when sexually excited.

And so, returning to the original question of how I became a Mistress, eventually the marriage broke down because of the conflict of personalities and James moved out at my request. So, there I was all alone in a beautiful house with cupboards full of lovely clothes and no-one to dominate. I knew there must be others like James who would benefit from my services. I have had, after all, twenty years of experience and to be perfectly honest am extremely beautiful and a still have a very sexy body. Therefore I decided to advertise my services as a Mistress

TVs. MRS SILK IS A TALL, ELEGANT LADY, SEVERELY DRESSED.

SHE WISHES TO DRESS YOU IN SATINS AND FRILLS AND IS FIRMLY

UNDERSTANDING

The response has been astounding. I have now been feminising gentlemen for the last three years and hope to continue for many, many more.

Yours

A very happy

Mistress Silk.