Two Sundays ago Mistress Carina spent a wonderfully relaxing day out in the countryside together, relaxing that is until the heavens opened and we were forced to seek refuge beneath a tree; twenty minutes later we were home, soaked through but happy nonetheless.
Having both changed into dry warm clothes we spent the next few hours sat in the kitchen talking, recalling the days events and a million and one other subjects.
I did my best to ensure the Mistress' wine glass was topped up when necessary and that she had a steady supply of cigarettes; the radio was on, the rain had ceased and as the week drew to a close we laughed, joked and had a really good time.
It had though been a very long day and while I could have stayed up a lot later I was growing tired and conscious that tomorrow (Monday) I'd be expected to be up for work at my usual time decided to retire.
"You'll go to bed when I say so suzy!"
"Yes Mistress"
Mistress' words came as something of a surprise, she'd not shown any of her dominant side all day and to surface as it did now through me completely off balance.... and served as a reminder that no matter how relaxed Mistress Carina might ever appear to be she remains in total control 24/7 and it's her alone that decides what's right for me.
A nervousness set in. Midnight was approaching and Mistress seemed more settled now than at any other time of the evening.. with a complete disregard for time or anything else, she was enjoying herself and quite rightly expected her wife to be there and attentive to her needs.
Minutes later Mistress Carina's demeanour changed, only slightly but enough for me to realise that I was right to have been nervous.
"Lock the door, go upstairs and get dressed"
My response was immediate, testament to Mistress Carina's training of me, "yes Mistress".
On the short walk up to the bedroom I grappled mentally with what I should wear or rather what I thought Mistress would like me to wear for her?
I should've know better, Mistress had already decided.... laid out at the foot of her bed were my nightdress, black pvc skirt, the ivory coloured knickers with detachable suspenders she'd recently bought for me and which I'd not worn before, a pair of opaque black stockings with sissy red bows and bright pink court shoes with 5" heels.
I dressed, savouring every tantalising second of the nylon stockings being pulled over first my toes then ankles and finally my cleanly shaven legs; with the suspender straps perfectly adjusted I returned downstairs to the kitchen and presented myself.
Having looked me over Mistress Carina gave an approving smile before ordering me back to the bedroom where I was also to take her wine, cigarettes and camera.
Camera?!

My response to any of Mistress' instruction now habiually unquestionable I said simply "Yes Mistress" and tottered off trying my level best to remain dignified and maintain my balance despite the height of my heels.
Inside I was trembling, taken aback by Mistress Carina's inclusion of the camera and wondering just what it was that she had planned for me.
When Mistress entered the room I was sat on the edge of her bed, arms by my side like a naughty child awaiting punishment.
Mistress walked to the corner of the room, returned with her make up bag and set to work.
Her demeanour had changed once again, she was relaxed yet at the same time totally focused on what she was doing, her artistic streak was evident and her manner so matter of fact anyone would've thought fixing her wife's make up was something that she did every day.
All I could do was sit quietly and let her weave her magic, looking this way and that as she worked on my eyes, saying nothing and marvelling at her attention to detail, reminding myself over and over again just how lucky I was to have a Mistress so skilled and understanding of me.
Her work complete Mistress stood back and smiled, clearly very pleased with what she'd accomplished, how I now looked for her. Mistress looked at me from every possible angle, all the while the smile on her face growing more intense as it became clear to her just how good a transformation she'd achieved.
"Wow" she exclaimed and stared at me for what seemed like an eternity before leaving the room and returning seconds later with a mirror.
Words failed me, it was incredible; I looked incredible and felt incredible, as if it were possible Mistress had surpassed herself, I really did look (and feel) quite amazing!
Such was my astonishment I thanked Mistress for making me up so many times I lost count.... "I could never do as well this myself Mistress".
"Oh you will suzy".
A reply that I wasn't expecting and one that I can quite clearly recall filled me with an excitement I'd not felt before, being able to apply my own make's a skill that I've always aspired to and while she may have made casual mention of it before I sensed now that Mistress Carina was being serious and really did intend to start teaching me how to one day soon.
As I sat there dreaming of the day when Mistress and I could both get ready for a night out together, sharing a dressing table and chatting about what to wear she appeared before me... with the camera.
Mistress first had me stand in a corner and told me to look back at her over my shoulder, "you're a slut remember suzy, look at me as if you want me".
The flash began to rebound off the walls.
"Take off your nightdress"
I was instructed to get on the bed, where I lay thinking only of what might lie ahead of me, "and your skirt"
Mistress Carina looked me over and seemingly still not happy with something went to her cupboard and handed me a pair of black heels, the 'fuck me' pair with the ankle strap fastenings.

"Put these on".
"Yes Mistress" and slid my nylon clad feet gently inside them before fumbling with the straps, my nerves were beginning to get the better of me again.
It was when Mistress began taking portrait shots that I could feel myself begin to relax, she had a presence about her that put me at ease that's difficult to explain, her words too were a great comfort to me.
"How do you feel?"
I answered honestly, "I feel wonderful thank you Mistress, I feel so incredibly calm and at ease with myself". All of which was true, it's a feeling I've not experienced that often but it's one that I've come to recognise and accept as opposed to deny or feel ashamed of.
It's how I want to feel always, so comfortable, so tranquil and at peace with myself.
I was tempted to elaborate and tell Mistress Carina all of this, explain to her in detail how being dressed like this felt completely natural and my day to day guise somehow false and awkward; tell her how frustrating it is not to be able to experience this sense of freedom more often.
Mistress Carina stood over me and took more pictures, pasuing briefly to adjust my position, moving my feet until they were perfectly aligned for her and she leaned in to take a close up.
Then came another surprise, reviewing the pictures she'd taken Mistress looked a little disappointed and remarked that "we may need to book a studio?"; she showed me one or two of the portraits she'd taken, "this isn't how I'm seeing you, it's the flash, you look much better".
Not for the first time that evening my mind went into overdrive.... may need to book a studio?
The strange thing was, although on reflection it wasn't at all, was that we were speaking as if my being feminised and photographed was the most natural thing in the world, no nerves, no hint of awkwardness shown by either of us, Mistress's wife was lying fully dressed on her bed and both of us were totally relaxed with it.

At one point and in the most matter of fact way possible Mistress had said "you look better in stockings and suspenders than I ever could" and "black underwear's best for you I've decided".
With her camera put to one side Mistress stood and without saying a word walked over to her cupboard once more, this time returning with her strap on.
I may have been relaxed but there was only one thought in my mind as I watched Mistress fastening the soft leather straps, now sitting beside me on the bed she made the final adjustments and once again asked me how I was feeling?
"Wonderful thank you Mistress", the best I could do as my breath grew deeper in anticipation of what (I hoped) was about to take place.
"Good", she replied, "would you like to suck your Mistress' cock suzy?"
Permission granted I leaned forward and as any obedient wife would do took her into my mouth, sucking and licking for all I was worth, taking it as deep as I could, enjoying every second and at the same time desperate to prove to Mistress just how much I craved her womanhood and how grateful I was to her for allowing me to worship and wrap my slutty red lips around it.
I was entranced, completely and utterly at my Mistress' mercy.
"Please fuck me Mistress, please?!"
"Would you like me to make love to you suzy?"
I can't recall my reply, it was probably no more than a subservient "yes", too embarrassed to be honest and say what was really going through my mind, that I wanted Mistress to make love to me this night and every night, that I dream about her fucking me so hard that it hurts, fantasise about her raping me, dressing me up and then fucking me senseless.
"Kneel on the bed.... further up.... spread your legs.... wider"
With my face buried deep in a pillow Mistress positioned herself behind me and the head of her hard rubber cock at the entrance to my sissy cunt, I couldn't see but could hear and sense the lube being spread along its entire length, the anticipation was incredible.
I felt myself opening up for her, ready for my Mistress to penetrate and enjoy at her will.
And penetrate me she did, slowly and very gently Mistress stretched me wider still until the full length of her erection could go no deeper and finally came to rest in what felt like the pit of my stomach.
While I might have been comfortable with a six inch rubber cock inside me Mistress certainly wasn't and she very soon withdrew, repositioned herself on her back on the bed and holding her now glistening cock upright invited me to mount it.
Little more than a second or two later I was looking into Mistress Carina's eyes while lowering myself down on her and revelling in the sensations that swept through me; with every inch of her cock buried deep inside me once more I lost all control and began to move my hips up and down, slowly at first and then harder as the tentative movements of a wife became the unabandoned thrusts of a slut...... each and every one harder than the last, forcing Mistress' wonderful cock even deeper than before.
I was in another world, oblivious to everything around me except for one thing.... the smile on my Mistress' face as I rode up and down on her and the lube she was now squeezing into the palms of her hands.
Still pushing myself down on her like a total slut that hadn't had a cock inside her for months I watched as Mistress wrapped both hands around me.
I came, harder and more intensely than ever, with Mistress' cock inside me and while imagining being pumped full of cum.