Be Careful What You Ask For

Now, don't get me wrong, she was not a prude or anything, and she would get into 'interesting' games or situations, but I knew cross-dressing and the like was not on - she had seen a picture in the Sunday Times magazine once where a man was made-up and dressed like a woman and she was very derogatory towards it. As for Domination - in bed, the man was always the man as far as she was concerned.

Over the course of a year, I gradually got more and more into the fantasy of being Dommed while being dressed as a woman and was wondering how I might bring it up with Jan. I should have remembered what an old friend of mine used to say, 'Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it', and he proved to be right.

In January, two years ago, Janet and I took a week off and went to a hotel in the west of Ireland. I was not on the web for the whole of that week and missed it badly. We arrived home on Friday and spent the rest of the week-end together as she was flying to the US on Monday morning. Again I was not on the web so I really missed my little fix. On Monday morning Jan took off for the airport and about an hour later I was dressed and surfing the web pages. I have my own PC and Jan has hers so I was never worried about history files, etc. If she did need to use my PC she had a log-in with very little rights so she could not view my account. So I was sitting there in panties, bra, tights, skirt and blouse wearing a pair of kitten heel shoes and surfing my favourite sites and logged in to my Yahoo Groups, enjoying myself.

I was about to go to one of my favourite TV pages when I heard a car door slam. I was puzzled for a second as the postman had already left but I reckoned it was some guy selling stuff and I could just let him knock. Just to be sure I thought I'd take a look and I opened the living room door a bit to peek out into the yard (we live in a house on it's own bit of land and it is out in the countryside). To my horror, Janet was unloading her case from the car and heading for the house. I had fifteen seconds to get into the bathroom where I could safely undress and hide the clothes. I had to go through our bedroom so I could grab a dressing gown: not getting dressed is one of the perks of working for yourself.