To Have and To Hold: A Perfect Day
by Skinnie Stallion
Lucas hummed the Lou Reed song while he waited for Marcia to say her final thank yous to her family. There were no goodbyes since everyone was staying at the same hotel. Lucas had already kissed both his parents goodnight. They were happy for him; happy to see him married to the woman he loved and adored. Happy to see that she loved him too, and would treat their boy lovingly and well.
Lucas lay back on the bed in the Bridal Suite. It had truly been a Perfect Day. From his arrival in a speedboat with his Dad to the last slow dance with Marcia in the ballroom, everything had gone smoothly. There were so many happy moments to reflect on and treasure: walking down the aisle with his Dad; the murmurs of admiration about his dress; his unveiling; the handing of his collar to Marcia by one of her nieces; the exchange of rings; and, most significantly, him helping Marcia fasten the shiny titanium collar about his neck and that loud final click as the permalock closed while they exchanged vows. He was hers. It was bliss. Everything he’d ever dreamed of.
There were perks and privileges of being a former B&K Boy. It wasn't just that he'd first met Marcia when he was on the shop floor in Bergman's, although she'd had her eye on him from the moment he'd first served her. She'd waited patiently until he'd been included in the Bergman and Knightley Catalogue of available boys, and made sure he'd never gone to auction: Marcia had secured an exclusive private sale. He was that special to her. And naturally, Bergman & Knightley were his couturier of choice for his wedding gown. They'd come up with a divine white latex creation that fitted and suited him so well.
He was looking forward to going through all the pictures and the recording of the day during their honeymoon. But B&K had done more than provide his wedding dress, they'd donated a full honeymoon wardrobe to both him and Marcia. Classic elegance for Marcia; latex extravaganzas for him. B&K had already lined up Hello! and Tatler photospreads for a high profile society wedding, and had provided Andy Watson, their official artist and photographer, accordingly. Their images bearing his official soubriquet and sign-off "AndyLatex" would be seen around the world. Bergman and Knightley would use them for promotion, that was only natural, but Lucas would have them in albums to treasure.
He was grateful that AndyLatex and his team were there. He'd grown accustomed to their presence. They'd been there from the start when he had his dress fittings. He'd become friends with the girls in Andy's crew. They'd been with him throughout today: attentive and helpful, straightening his dress, touching up his make-up so that he looked flawless. He knew that the photographs, recordings, and Andy’s images would be a wonderful record of the day. Despite their publication they would still be a personal record, a private record - although B&K would keep a copy to show to future B&K Boys. Something aspirational for their new recruits.
He heard the door opening. Marcia was here. He squirmed in anticipation. He might have shared her bed many times, but tonight was different. Last night, they'd been apart to accord with wedding traditions and he'd missed her. Missed her badly. Missed her love. Tonight would make amends. Tonight was a special wedding night. He couldn't wait for the official disrobing. No doubt Marcia would want to undress herself as usual while he watched. Then she would slide him out of his slippery latex gown, and remove his lace garter, the only item of lingerie he was wearing. He'd leave his heels on as usual. He preferred it that way. Despite all the times they'd made love, he still liked the feminine reassurance that heels gave him. Then she'd ask him to help her into her harness. He'd been naughty and peeked in her drawers. She'd brought a white harness: bridal white consistent with the occasion. Virginal white, although it wasn't as if he was a virgin. Hadn't been for a long time and definitely not with her. Their very first meeting had settled that. From that moment, he'd known he'd met his grand amour.
She was the lady for him. The only Mistress he'd ever need. He'd offered his surrender that afternoon at the ceremony. All the attendees had heard him declare his vows. Now it was time to submit. Time to submit as her wife and life partner. Her pet, her plaything, her lover.
The crew's ring lights made the bridal chamber brighter than Marcia's bedroom at home but it was only for one night. The crew were discreetly silent but he could tell from their earlier chatter that the girls were excited. They would leave them once their first moments of moments of union and passion had passed. Then he and Marcia would chat and cuddle some more before tiredness eventually caught up with them and they fell asleep in each other’s arms. A fitting end to a Perfect Day.
A Fairytale Come True
By Skinnie Stallion
"I do think it sensible opening the term with the college Prom. It gets it out of the way and allows them to concentrate on their re-sits in December rather than getting all het up later in the term when they should be studying," said Pam's friend, Heidi. "There's enough parties at Christmas anyway. My Lucas at last got round to asking the girl he's fancied for months to go with him.”
"Yes, it's just a shame Jasper didn't have anyone to ask, or was too scared to ask the person her really wanted."
"Well, I guess I'd have found it odd, when I was 23, if I'd been invited out by an 18 year old," confirmed Heidi.
"Me too." Pam turned to the demure girl in a blue silk dress stood beside her. "But you're quite comfortable dear, aren't you?" She'd always quite fancied her mother's maid herself. Ryan had certainly breathed new life into her mother. Now she was quite envious of her son.
"Yes, Mrs Rogers," confirmed the pretty girl.
"No latex tonight, then Ryan?" asked Pam.
"Your mum thought it best not,"" said Ryan. "I know it's my usual day wear but she thought something more traditional would be more appropriate for a Prom. And she didn't want to get Jasper excited too early in the evening. Although I'm wearing my latex lingerie underneath should Jasper ever want to find out."
"You're going to get hot under there, especially when the dancing starts. That's if Jasper wants to take you dancing."
"Even if he doesn't, I'll still get up and dance with the girls. That'll get him up."
"That, and you telling him you're wearing latex, stockings, suspenders and panties," agreed Pam.
"And a latex bra," added a giggling Heidi. "He'll get up alright. My Tom would."
"A training bra," corrected Ryan. "I need the underwiring to help me look my best."
"Shhh, he's coming," said Pam holding a finger to her lips.
A pre-occupied teenager in a smart suit was already speaking as he crashed through the door: "What's this you want to show me, Mum? We need to be going. There may still be some girls without partners waiting for someone to take them in. I could ...." He looked up from fastening his cufflinks, ":...Oh, my goodness! Mum! It's Ryley! Was that who i heard at the front door a few minutes ago? I can't believe it!"
"Yes, Jasper. It's Ryan. And Ryan wants to go to the Prom with you."
"Thank you so much, Mum. How did you know?"
"Don't thank me, Jasper. It's your Gran that you need to thank. She saw how much you've admired her B&K Boy over the last year. Smiling at him when you visited. Not able to take your eyes off him. Well she thought that if you were going to the 'Christmas in October Prom', you'd want someone to go with. So she's lending you Ryan for the night."
"Hello, Jasper," said Ryan, still grasped firmly round the waist by Jasper’s mother. It was as if she didn’t want to let go herself.
"Hello, Ryley," said Jasper. Ryan would always be Ryley to him. She was so exquisitely feminine. "Do you really want to go to the Prom with me?"
"Deidre asked me to go with you. But it would have been nice to have been asked. I was waiting for you. Especially that last time you came round to your Gran's and started saying you didn't have a date for the Prom. There was I serving the tea and you just ignored me, despite your looks and your Gran's hints."
"Was that what she was doing? But I never thought ..... I never thought you'd ...... I never considered ..... I never ....."
"Stop it Jasper!" commanded Pam. "You know what to do Jasper."
Jasper stopped his burbling. He held out his hand to Ryan. "Ryley, would you come to the college Prom with me tonight, please?"
"It would be my honour,' said Ryan, finally released by Jasper’s mother and taking Jasper’s outstretched hand. He'd always quite fancied the young man. He wondered whether Jasper would be the man he’d longed for, a younger energetic man who would fulfil his dreams. Fairytale dreams. The dreams of a princess yearning for her Prince Charming.
Jasper couldn’t believe his fortune. He’d found his Princess. He had no intention of letting Ryley go. His fairytale had come true. He was sure Ryley would be the Belle of the Ball.
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Something gentle and different.
S xxx
Thank you so much. I think your archive management is much better than mine.
ReplyDeleteI'm quietly kicking myself about "To Have and To Hold". I must have started writing that before I saw your dialogue. (Readers: everywhere I write Marcia replace it with Alexa. Sorry.)
It looks like Google's blogger has played nasty tricks with the formatting of "A Fairytale Come True". I expect it's something I did in my file. Sorry about that.
Hope people can enjoy despite this.
S xxx
Fantastic moments to remember in the life of those newly feminized boys! Great stories, my dear S. as you know so well how to write them and beautiful pics from AndyLatex and his amazing team!
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