I was never allowed to have full intercourse with Louise, she explained that that was something to be reserved for her husband. The most I could hope from from her was the occasional jerk off. I was often allowed to jerk myself off while she watched, often with a disinterested look and occasionally she'd even just get up and leave the room as I furiously wanked myself off. This was of course humiliating for me, making me feel pathetic and ridiculous, but again my innermost perversions worked against me and the more humiliated I felt the better the orgasm.
Louise on the other hand had me use my mouth on her, made me use my fingers on her and even made me strap on a dildo so that she could feel something inside her as I stroked her to orgasm. The dildo was designed to encase a flacid cock and then be strapped on to the wearer in much the same way that a woman would strap a strap on. The dildo was large and once my cock was inside it I could not feel a thing. Also, once on it acted as a chastity cage in that it prevented an erection.
We'd get together once, sometimes twice a week and have a good time. When, after six months of knowing her she asked if I wanted to marry I agreed without any hesitation. When I told my friends some of them did express reservations about us hardly knowing each other. I ignored their concerns and two months later we were married at a small church in a town that Louise had grown up in. It was a small wedding, we each invited our five closest friends and their partners.
After the wedding we went to a hotel where we had our first night as a married couple. The sex was fantastic! The next day we flew to San Francisco for our honeymoon. Sadly Louise had her period that week so I didn't get any more sex out of her but there was lots of playing. Before we left for the at the airport Louise insisted that when we got to the airport I leave my suitcase behind in the car. She had two suitcases of clothes, one of them, she explained, was for me. She assured me that if I trusted her I would have lots of fun. She was my wife, we had had fantastic times together, why would I not trust her? Of course I agreed. She gave me a big hug and said well in that case let's start the games now.
She tossed some clothes to me telling me to put them on. A few minutes later I was dressed in a pair of light pink socks and a pink bodysuit over which I wore a pair of womens jeans and t-shirt. The t-shirt was not glaringly female, it was only the style of the sleeves that gave it away. She handed me a pair of womens ankle boots that I had bought myself a few years earlier. They had a normal heel except that it was wooden and so made a distinctive clip clop as I walked, and they had a zip on the inner side.
As I took them from her I asked.
'But what about when we go through security, you often have to take your shoes off?'
'Well, it'll be embarrassing.'
'For you yes, we'll be going through check in separately. After all, we haven't officially changed our names yet. I'll be somewhere behind you watching. I can tell you what reactions you got, you know you'll love that. You will, won't you?'
And there it was, my own fetish working against me. I'd be totally embarrassed and yet, yes, I would, at some level, enjoy it. I put the boots on.
As it happened going through security wasn't that bad. We were on an early flight and the airport wasn't heaving as it often is at peak times. The woman putting things through the x-ray machine did take the boots out the tray and turn them up to lok at the soles, giving me an enquiriung glance as she did so, but apart from that I don't beliebe I got a raction. Of course that was to my face, Louise told me later that the woman and one of the men did whisper to each other and watch me walk away.