A Christmas Tail Ch. 03

The following story is written by my wife Angel. It is her view of the slave auction night plus my night as her slave and what she made me do.

As I rode home in our car that night, a bit dazed, and reflecting on what the hell had just happened, I was surprisingly pleased with myself.

I really had showed, mostly to myself, but also of course to my husband and all the other participants, such fortitude, endurance and total abandon, and damn, I had raised more money, which was going for charity, than any other auctioned "slave".

It was a unique sensation—physically I was sore and throbbing from every orifice and felt like I had just been run over by a Mac truck, but I was also emotionally exhilarated and energized.

It was definitely a high like I had never before experienced, but also an experience that I wouldn't want to repeat anytime soon.

Experiencing a twelve inch cock was a first for me and I imagined that Kelly might feel that he could now never measure up.

I teasingly called out, pretending to be talking in my sleep, "Master Dan, oh Dan, I love your cock", knowing it would drive my little hubby crazy.

I peeked over to Kelly and sure enough, he had an expression of shock and horror on his face.

I smiled at him and said, "Got ya baby!" I could see the relieved look on his face and we embraced.

Kelly had truly given me a "memorable" gift. He's the most creative and imaginative man I have ever known in every aspect of our life together.

It was now my turn to come up with a "night" he'd never forget. I fell back asleep thinking of all the delectable possibilities. Upon awakening I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I waited until the day of the event. I then called my sweet hubby into the bathroom and reminded him of our deal. I told him that I had complied completely with all his demands without hesitation and I expected the same from him.

He assured me he would hold up his end of the bargain.

"Good," I exclaimed, "first things first. The beard and mustache must go!"

Kelly look surprised and started to protest, then remembered our agreement and took out the electric trimmer and carefully started to remove the facial hair he had carefully cultivated over the years.

I knew he wouldn't like this; I love his beard too but realized that it would grow back quickly and had to go so I could achieve the look needed for this event.

Next was his body hair. I applied the stinky pink lotion to his arms, legs, underarms and genitals.

I told him I would be back in 10 minutes and left him standing there wondering what would come next.

"Hey," he shouted from the bathroom, "this stuff is starting to tingle!"

"Another four minutes", I told him, knowing how surprised he would be when the shower washed all his remaining body hair away.

"Now it's burning!" he screamed a few minutes later.

"Okay sissy, into the shower and make sure you rinse it all off completely," I remarked with a giggle.

I listened to him in the shower saying, "Oh my God, all my hair is coming off! What will the guys at the gym say and how will I explain it to my doctor?"

I laughed at his frustration and said, "You'll think of something, I'm sure, you're so creative!"

After my hairless hubby came out of the shower, I helped him dry off. I took out a razor and removed any errant hairs that remained.

I laughed at his distressed look and his hairless pink body, which only made him more upset. He had gotten his money's worth, now I was getting mine.

Next I applied some feminine sweet smelling lotion to his skin to help soothe the irritation.

"Oh you look so cute all pink and hairless," I teased, "Now sit down while I do your hair and makeup."

I started with a foundation to even the color of his facial skin, then false eyelashes and heavy whore-like eyeliner. I fashioned his long, silver hair into a feminine style and added two red ribbons on each side for a Christmas effect.

He was faced away from the mirror and had no idea what he looked like.

Now it was time for his outfit but first I blindfolded him so he would not see the special Christmas sissy-maid costume I had acquired for this evening's festivities.

First, I dressed him in a black satin bra and panty set, black fishnet stockings held up with a matching garter belt and low heeled pumps.

Next came the red satin maids outfit with a crisply starched apron with ruffles around the edge, that matched the white cuffs on the long sleeves and the adorable Santa's helper cap.

I stood back and admired my work. Not bad. Kelly was a good-looking man and made a slightly passable woman, however his broad shoulders and muscular physic were a dead giveaway.

We had been retired for the past two years from the VA Hospital and had lost touch with many of our former co-workers.

Kelly had lamented only a week before that he missed so many of our friends there and it sure would be nice to see them again.

I had, without Kelly's knowledge, arranged with our former supervisor our invite and reasoned, this would be a great chance for us to catch up with them and reconnect!

She had stated to dress in the Christmas spirit and dress in the Christmas spirit we would!

I had planned on wearing an elegant red satin dress, trimmed with white faux fur, black knee high boots, white gloves and a Santa hat.

After dressing, I had him put on my long red trench coat to conceal his outfit until we got to the Christmas party where we formerly worked.

He then knew we were going out and started to panic a little. I told him we were going to a Christmas party and assured him that no one would know who he was.

He seemed somewhat relieved by this and let me lead him to the car.

We arrived on the well-manicured grounds of the VA, which are always so serene, sedate and peaceful.

Kelly had no idea where we were or that he was about to reunite with his former workmates dressed in full drag as a sissy, Christmas maid and help serve.

I knew this would really get him. He had always presented himself as Mr. Macho Man, with his full beard, tattoos and military-style clothing.

I could hardly wait to see the expression on his face when he realized where I was taking him.

Just before we got off the elevator, I removed his coat and blindfold. Then as the doors opened to the party and Kelly focused on the room, he realized where he was.

He went into a dazed shock as I announced to the room full of former employees, "Merry Christmas everyone, I would like you to meet Kelly, our maid for the evening!"