He watched with a sick excitement as she seated herself in front of her dressing table mirror. She was wearing a shimmering silk taffeta frock with a wide calf length skirt. Their eyes met in the mirror as she picked up one of her smoky black stockings. They were filmy things; fully fashioned with a seam and reinforced toes. He gasped softly as she slipped the toe of one raised leg into the gathered stocking. He watched her pull and smooth the stocking over her foot, over her ankle. He bit his lip as she tightened the stocking from behind with a caressing gesture of her cupped palm, slowly stretching the filmy silk up her calf, the dark silk playing out of her hand in a sheer envelope. Her stiff skirts rustled softly as she drew the stocking over the knee...and up to the dark top of the stocking. She used two hands now to smooth and tighten the hose one last time and then stretched down the elastic straps of her suspenders, hooking them, first in front...then at her side..and then, reaching behind and under her thigh. He watches her with a suffocating excitement. And he blinks when she speaks. "Are you wearing stockings?" She asks as she screws her toes into black court shoes. She walks up to him and ties a black satin apron about his waist. Tugging it tight she says "I hope you're wearing BLACK stockings. MY stockings!". He bites his lip knowing his face is going red. "Yes. You TOLD me to wear them." He answers faintly. She stepped back and coyly patted her her hair. Her GREYING hair. She was in her mid fifties. Her massive body encased in a an old-fashioned shirtwaister frock made of wine-coloured silk taffeta. A full skirted affair that rustled like dry leaves as she moved. Her thick lips were heavily coated with a bright red lipstick and her face had been heavily rouged. She fluttered her long false eyelashes like a young girl. "You look nice in a pinny....why don't you stand here...hold the edges of the apron in between the tips of your fingers and your thumbs..." He felt his face go hot as she showed him how to stand. SHE sat down. And stared up at him. He felt ridiculous..and yet bizarrely excited. "Are you wearing knickers?" She asked. He flushed scarlet...and nodded his head. "What colour are your knickers?" She asked. And he knew she was teasing him. He took a deep breath and whispered. "Red. They're red knickers with black ribbon and lace." She grinned and whispered. "I think you should call me Mistress...don't you?" He gulped..and after a moment's pause answered, "Yes, yes of course...Mistress." She smiled..and her dark beady eyes glittered with excitement. "Take your shirt off." He wanted to refuse; he wanted to tell her he had changed his mind..but with the shockingly black pinny tied tight around his waist he found resistance impossible. He unbuttoned his shirt..and let it drop to the carpet. She stood now..and as she walked behind him he felt the hairs at the back of his head stand on end. She was VERY close; he could smell her heavy perfume; sick and cloying. he could hear her taffeta skirts rustle..and her silk stockings whisper. She laid her palms on his shoulders. Thick hands, heavy hands. Slowly they slid down..to his chest. She placed one palm over each nipple...and squeezed! The loose flesh at his chest was moulded by her hands, squeezed hard until they seemed to squirt into pointing breasts! Then just as suddenly she released him and her hands slid lower...to his waist...under his shiny apron skirt. She was unbuckling his belt. he squirmed. "BE STILL!" She hissed. "Move a muscle and I'll thrash you!" He froze..and allowed her to open his trousers. They slithered to his ankles in an untidy heap. And her hands found his bright red satin panties! Her hands caressed his buttocks and his stocking tops. "MMMnnn..you are GORGEOUS!" She breathed, "Why don't you take those shoes off and try a pair of my heels on...with legs like these you NEED heels!" He couldn't look at her; but he kicked his trousers from his ankles; he shook off shoes and sox..and screwed his toes into her scarlet court shoes! She sighed..and walked back to her chair. Again he had to stand there as she stared at him. He in his sexy apron and satin panties..wobbling on her four inch spiked heels! Her voice was slurred with lust, "Turn around." She told him, "I want to see ALL of you; and hold your pinny!!" She told him. He obeyed; twirling before her with his hands desperately holding the pinny. She licks her lips greedily devouring his feminised body with her eyes, "Bend over...touch your toes...I want to see those panties stretched tight over that delicious rump of yours." He felt the first sting of tears at the back of his eyelids. But again he obeyed. he bent low..and he heard her gasp. "Oh yes you really ARE lovely. Such gorgeous legs...do you shave them?" "Yes Mistress." He answered miserably. She slid her palms over his legs and thighs, "I will buy you hundreds of pairs of stockings. You will wear black silk stockings and grey nylons; you will wear PINK hose and white nylons. And you will wear HIGH heels to show those legs at their best. IF you share my bed!" Her eyes ran up and down his whole body..he could almost FEEL the heat of her gaze. "I have a present for you," she said suddenly. "It's in that box..go on..open it!" He saw the prettily packaged box..and felt a flutter of excitement. He ripped it open..and stared. It was a nightdress! A gorgeous satin nightdress...a knee-length woman's nightie made from heavy luxurious crimson satin. His hands shook as he drew it from its box. he held it by its tiny puffed sleeves..he gazed with naked longing at the elasticated bodice, the flared lace-trimmed skirt. It was heavenly. "Do you like it?" She asked. He met her eye..and his face was on fire. "Yes," he replied, "it..it's beautiful." She almost purred, "You can wear it now...this afternoon...if you want to?" And he heard the slurred excitement in her voice. He swallowed painfully. His eyes flicked from her..and back to the nightdress. Logic told him he'd be stupid to let her get him into bed...and yet his body simply ached to wear the nightie. His hesitation was fatal. And her words took his breath away. "That's not all I bought you...look!" She was holding a bra. An old-fashioned whirlpool bra. A black cone-shaped brassiere! And he felt his knees go weak. Even when she told him what she wanted. "This is for later..after you've worn your nightie..AFTER you've been to my bedroom." THERE. It was out. Now they both knew what she wanted. She walked to the stairs...her stiff silk skirts rustling seductively, her stockinged thighs whispering to him. He followed..still holding the pink nightdress. He allowed her to undress him. She was quick and expert. As though she were scared he might change his mind. She slid the top of the new puffed sleeve nightdress over his head and shoulders; she shoved his arms through the elasticated sleeves...and dragged the skirts down...John was frozen with fear and shame..but when she held the bedcover for him to slip inside her silk sheeted bed he didn't hesitate. And he tried not to look as she undressed. She removed her frock and underskirts. She stepped out of her black satin knickers. And she joined him on the bed wearing only, bra, pantie-girdle and sheer stockings. The bed groaned as she lay beside him. He was stunned by the sight of her bulging flesh; and he was glad she had not removed her bra. She slid one red taloned hand over his thigh. He shivered deliciously. She gently pushed his nightdress skirts higher..and all the time she was staring down at him; challenging him with her dark beady eyes. But he could not resist her..and they both knew it. Even when she reached between her thighs to open the studs of her pantie-girdle he said..and did nothing. She took his hand and forced him to caress her body; this was too much. The touch of his fingers on the soft bulging flesh revolted his senses; and when she pulled his hand between her thighs he tried to get off the bed; he was ready to call the whole thing off. But she was ready..and she grabbed him. She smiled softly in the darkness, saying; "You wanted to be a woman..well this is what a woman gets..every night! Feel it! Touch it!" And suddenly he felt the dildo! Too late he knew what she wanted! HIM! For life! He gasped. "NO!" He moaned..but she was very strong. And he was forced to hold the hard rubber dildo! "Good girl," She whispered, her voice ragged with lust, "Now be still!" His whole body trembled with fear and loathing..but he remained still and passive as she held him tight. She eased her fat swollen body over his. He gasped aloud as her heavy weight settled onto him..pinning him to the bed! Her thick red lips were only inches from his face.. "Spread those girlish thighs...DO IT!" She hissed. John wriggled and splayed his legs....and he was obliged to guide the jutting tip of her dildo between his thighs! He opened his mouth to scream..and her thick red lips covered his open mouth. Her tongue was a live thing. Hot and hungry and deep inside his mouth; he almost gagged... and he suddenly moaned as she started to rock her body into his...and as he felt the first hesitant thrusts of her massive hips. His body went rigid.. She pulled her lips from his with a soft sucking sound that revolted him. "Relax," she whispered, "Lie back and enjoy. You are a woman now..MY woman!" If you are VERY good I'll let you wear the black bra...that IS what you want...isn't it?" And his body betrayed him. He could feel the heat of his body reacting to the thought of wearing that fifties bra! She grinned above him; He felt her fingers caress him, as though he were a woman! He sighed with pleasure. Now she worked her hips and pelvis...in and out, in and out.....then a wriggling insistent thrust. Mike moaned..and she jerked her hips...he felt impaled! Her mouth found his and silenced his moans..her breasts wobbled as she worked her hips faster and faster against him. Her mouth crushed his lips; her tongue forced its way between his teeth...and slowly; incredibly he began to react to her urgent thrusting rhythm. His body splayed beneath her, he squirmed and wriggled..filled with an obscene bizarre lust. But slowly he comes to terms with it...his body reacts...and his arms reach up. Tentatively at first he stroked her upper arms..and then he slid his arms around her massive shoulders. His fingers ran lightly over her wide bra straps. He dug his nails deep into her flesh. And he returned her kiss! Miss Clay went wild. As it dawned on her that he actually WANTED her..she was driven wild with desire. Her huge fat body bounced and heaved uncontrollably on top of him. She kissed and caressed his feminised flesh with a scorching breath-taking passion. She shoved her groin deeper and deeper into his spread-eagled form; she slammed her hips repeatedly into him with a mad driving rhythm. His body bends backwards like a bow..his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure! His throws his head from side to side...he squeals..like a girl! Until her mouth crushes his mewing squeals of girlish delight. And there for a long time the only sounds that could be heard, was his gasps of shocked delight and the urgent slap-slap-slap of naked flesh on naked flesh. But as she repeatedly slammed her self into his bruised and swollen flesh..as her savage love-making went out of control; his gasps turned to squeals of girlish pain and pleasure..as she used her bulk to tame and subdue him! His body arched, offering his small breasts in mute offering; he threw his head back in ecstasy and squealed with pain and delight! Her large sausage-like fingers mauled his breasts; her mouth bruised his painted lips, and he LOVED it! He was her woman; her bride! "Oh yes, yes. yes," he breathed excitedly, girlishly, "oh yes..HARDER, faster, harder!" She rears up in the darkness...she slaps his face with a heavy palm..and again. Tears of pain and shame roll down his face. "You are MINE!" She tells him hoarsely. "Yes," He replies, "I'm your's..I'm your woman!" She swoops down and her lips take one of his nipples in his mouth. He moans as his body trembles with desire. He can only lie there in submissive surrender as she uses his body. He stares up ate her with fear and lust in his eyes as her body jerks and bounces above him; as she pounds and drives her flesh into his. They both know he will never leave here again. He is more than her lover, more than her maid; he is a prisoner!!