Larry first noticed the changes on a Friday night. That was when he
usually had sex with his glamorous, full-figured wife Tanya. She appeared
in a baby doll nightie he had never seen before. It was nearly
transparent and gave him plenty of glimpses of her generous bust and well-
upholstered hips, bottom and thighs. He followed her to the bedroom,
where she stretched out on her back and beckoned seductively to him. In a
smoky voice she said, "I'm going to need LOTS of attention tonight,
lover." He hurried to get out of his clothes and join her but, once he
was kneeling between her long, parted legs, desire failed him. Instead of
his usual proud, eight inch erection, he experience only a half stiffening
of his penis. At the same time, his need rose to twice its normal level.
He was desperate for sex but unable to perform. And then his wife
repeated that she required more effort that usual from him. Flustered and
ashamed, he tried to cover for himself by saying, "Um, you know how you've
been saying lately that you'd like me to... er... go down on you?"
"Yes, dearest. I would LOVE that. But you keep telling me you don't want
to. That it's not manly." He sighed and went on, "Well, tonight I want
to do it. For you."
"Are you sure?" He didn't want to use his mouth on her pussy at all but
his body still wasn't reacting that way it should, so he lied, "I really
do, honey. Honest."
"Well," she said in her most sensual tone, "if you insist, I certainly
won't say no."
Reluctantly, he got his face between her smooth thighs and began. It
certainly didn't appeal to him. He liked watching girls do this to each
other in the on-line porn he watched. But as he lapped and sucked he felt
less and less in control. His wife purred, "That's my good boy. You're
really doing a sweet job. I may have to turn you into my male lesbian."
She chucked throatily but his reaction was much less pleased. Tanya
wriggled her hips and told him to slow down. Then she wanted him to speed
up. He wasn't used to his wife giving instructions in bed. Finally she
had a loud, hip-bucking orgasm. He was eager to be done and go get a
shower. Instead, she put her hands on the back of his head and requested,
"Just keep licking slowly, lightly. Give me a minute before you start
working on my next climax." Upset, but feeling powerless because of his
sudden impotence, he did as he was told. After a second finish for her,
less vocal and animated than the first, she made him tongue her through a
long afterglow. Then she said, "Can I return the favor?" He desperately
wanted her to give him oral sex, something she hadn't done since back when
they were dating, but his member still refused to cooperate. He answered
in a whisper, "No, babe. I just wanted to make you happy. I'm going
to... get washed up."
"Okay. But I have to tell you that I could definitely get used to being
pampered that way."
He shuddered at the idea. Larry wanted to have HIS fun. If his wife got
off too, that was great, but for him sex was about what the man wanted.
He sighed as he adjusted the water in the shower. Then he stepped under
the refreshing spray and began to wash himself. To his horror he saw his
body hair accumulating over the drain cover. What was happening to him?
Afterwards, quite shaken, he checked to see if he needed a shave but there
was no stubble at all, not even a shadow. He examined his body and saw
that he still had his pubic bush, though it was smaller. And his armpit
hair had thinned out. He told himself it was just some kind of fluke that
would pass. Then he slipped into bed next to his very desirable wife.
She rolled over toward him, took his face between her hands, and gave him
a deep kiss. Again his need surged. His balls drew up tight. But his
penis repeated its halfway effort to get hard. Her fingers toyed with his
nipples, something she didn't usually do, and it sent wild currents of
stimulation through him. He was breathing hard as she rubbed her bust
against his chest and licked his ear. At last she stopped, leaving him
quivering, and said, "Awww. Still not in the mood? Well, don't worry. I
won't stop trying to help you. I'll do everything I can to turn you on,
Larry." She paused and then went on, "But for right now I have to get to
sleep. You really left me exhausted with your talented tongue. So if you
aren't up to the old in-and-out anytime, you can always do that." She
turned onto her other side and pushed her plump bottom back against his
crotch, even wriggling her hips in slow motion.
The next morning he was dismayed to find his underarms denuded of hair and
his pubes with even less than after his shower. And he still didn't need
a shave. As he dressed for work, selecting his favorite power tie to
boost his sense of authority, his wife got into one of her skirt and
jacket combinations that made her look officious without hiding her
curves. She delivered a passionate goodbye kiss before leaving for
Genetech, the small research company she had co-founded. Tanya had
personally made some sort of breakthrough recently and was close to
brokering a major contract with a huge company, which would make her
independently wealthy. Larry was excited. He intended to keep his job as
a mid-level executive, of course. It defined him and re-enforced his self
image. He took secret pleasure in ordering others around and keeping a
close watch on the secretarial department, in the business sense and
personally. At the office he noticed himself getting hungry early. Maybe
that was the problem with him, something about his diet. He didn't go to
his usual place to sit with the other guys and talk about work. Instead,
he went to a spot some of the secretaries favored. Most of the tables
were taken and he got stuck with one right in the middle, where everyone
could see him. Larry had to accept that because he knew that here he
could get, instead of those salads and light dishes his usual place
specialized in, a real meal. He ordered a burger and a large soda. The
waitress, wearing a cute retro 50s uniform to go along with the room's
theme, was a busty blond. Larry felt himself getting overstimulated like
he had the night before. As she turned away he called her back, not to
compliment her or read her name off her ID badge, but to add a milkshake
to his order. She smiled prettily and hurried off, wide bottom shown off
by the tight slacks she wore.
When his meal came he wolfed down half the sandwich and most of the fries,
taking long swallows from the soda. Unable to wait, he greedily sucked
the rich shake through its straw. Several women from his office noticed
his voracious behavior and made comments to each other. He made the rest
of the food vanish and then ordered a second shake, switching from vanilla
to strawberry. One secretary snickered and leaned to her friend to say,
"Mr. High and Mighty seems to have developed an eating disorder. Not a
good thing for a guy who struts around like he's somebody's gift to
women." Larry got back to the office late because he stopped to grab a
chocolate covered banana from a street vendor, ate it right there, and
then had another. He couldn't believe the appetite he had acquired. Back
at work he felt distracted. The women were buzzing about something but he
couldn't hear them. At last the day was over and he was able to buy
several candy bars from a store nearby. When he got home he didn't say
anything about his increased caloric intake to Tanya. She probably
wouldn't have been a good listener right then anyway, because she had news
to share. The deal had gone through and her company would be worth many
times what it had been. She owned over half the stock so that was another
boon for her. Though distracted by his own situation, Larry wanted to be
polite so he asked what exactly it was that she had developed. Tanya
said, "More of my genetics work. The breakthrough I made has all sorts of
possible applications." She looked right into his eyes and added, "Some
of them very interesting. And in need of testing." Then she refocused
and said, "Why don't I take you out for a celebration dinner?"
"Sure," he told her. "But I should be the one treating." She smiled and
said, "Not necessary, dear. I'm now worth, well, a lot." She was being
nice about it but he knew that his own earnings had just shrunk to
insignificance in comparison to hers. It stung his male ego but at least
he would be able to buy himself some man toys and get amazing tickets for
the next football season.
At dinner his runaway appetite asserted itself again. Tanya didn't
comment. She even suggested a particularly rich item for a second
dessert. He was happy to accept. At the same time he noticed that every
woman seemed to be twice as sexy as usual. It was as if someone had set
his libido on high and it was stuck there. Larry was hungry and horny,
like he had been fed an appetite-excitant. His wife said, "Maybe those
supplements I've been giving you have improved your appetite. Or perhaps
you're eating a little extra because the dose is too low. Don't worry,
I'll just double up on them." He opened his mouth to say something but
words eluded him. Instead he simply nodded his agreement. His wife ate
only half her slice of pie a la mode and gave him the rest, which he
gratefully consumed. She made sure he got all the food he could manage,
which was a lot. And most of it was fattening. By the end of one week he
had gained a few pounds and lost some muscle tone. His skin was a healthy
pink, however. All of that, along with his loss of body hair, which was
now complete, made him feel unmasculine. Combined with his inability to
perform in bed, it was taking its toll. Tanya wanted sex every night. He
dutifully gave her multiple orgasms with his overworked tongue. She
reciprocated by supplying as much teasing as he could stand and more. He
was in a constant state of frustration. So starved for release was he
that being her pussy server started to excite him, though he still didn't
want to do it. His hair took on a healthy sheen. At work he deferred to
the secretaries, feeling enthralled by them.
The middle of the second week arrived, with all his symptoms increasing,
and then something else happened, something that shocked him. He stood in
front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, naked, gaping at his
soft, smooth body but especially at his penis. Where it had been four
inches soft it was now three. And his testicles appeared to have shrunk
by the same proportion. He was paralyzed with concern when his wife
walked casually into the room. She raised her eyebrows and said,
"Something the matter, lovebug?" His hands flew to cover his embarrassing
loss of genital size. She chuckled and shook her head. "Go on," she told
him. "Move those hands aside. Do it." Not knowing why his willpower had
ebbed away, Larry raised his hands and held them slightly out from his
sides. His wife continued, "You've obviously been worrying about all of
the... changes... that you've been going through. Right? Well, they all
have to do with my new research and those pink capsules I've had you
swallowing. You're sort of an experiment for me, dear. I'm making
certain alterations in your body and the process is also affecting your
mind, making your personality more pliable. Husband dearest, I'm giving
you the shape and mindset of a big beautiful woman, a BBW, who is also
something of a sex addict. But don't worry. You won't be out seeking
partners because I'm going to make sure you get all the action you can
stand right here at home with me." She gave him an amused smile and
asked, "Any questions so far?"
"B... but I mean... Will we still be having sex?" She chortled. "That's
so like you, Larry, to put your needs first. You've always prided
yourself on being such a macho stud, or at seeing yourself as one. In
answer to your question, the sex you'll be having is what I've been
allowing you lately, the kind where I lay back and you eat my pussy. You
started out not liking that but I'm sure you've noticed that you're
beginning to crave it. That's how a lot of this is going to be for you,
hating it but needing it. Needing it so badly that you'll do who-knows-
what to get it."
"I... I'll stop taking those capsules."
"Nooooo," she said impishly, "I don't think you will. If you stop all at
once, your system can't adjust and all the effects will become permanent.
If you keep taking them, your body will continue to change but at least
there's a chance that I'll reverse everything later on. Maybe. If I feel
like it. Understood?" Without knowing he was doing it, Larry ran his
hands over his chest, feeling how soft he had gotten, how it was almost
like he was getting... But he didn't want to even consider that.
Understanding the hopelessness of his situation, he simply nodded and
said, "Yes, Tanya."
"That's what I want to hear. All the time. Now strip naked so I can
check your progress." He hesitated but then began unbuttoning his shirt.
Soon his entire body was revealed. His wife smirked and ran her
fingertips over his nipples. His spine stiffened and he gasped. She
wanted to know, "Sensitive?", although the answer was evident. Then his
wife took him by one pinky finger and led him along, docile and blank-
faced. Once they were in their bedroom she went to her dresser, opened
it, and removed a pink bag from that chain store that's in the better
malls, the one that mails all those lingerie catalogs. She reached into
the bag and brought out a pair of pink panties. He recoiled in slow
motion but made no move to leave. She told him, "I had to get you your
own. Mine would be too large in the seat. At least for now." She
grinned at him challengingly. Again he acquiesced. She handed him the
filmy garment and he picked up one foot, stepped into them, and got the
other foot started. As he worked them up his hairless legs she crossed
her arms under her big bust and watched with satisfaction. Larry stood
there in his first pair of panties, a faint blush on his beardless cheeks.
Tanya told him his body language would have to suit his new identity. She
required a hip-swinging walk and that he hold his hands out slightly from
his sides with his wrists limp. After coaching him in those practices she
decided he should also fuss with his hair and lick his lips. Then she
gave him a pair of pumps with two inch heels, 'starters' she called them,
and made him walk around until he got his balance. She complimented him
on how they shaped his legs and added to the sexiness of his gait. He
didn't want to be made over this way but the possible alternative of
having the physical changes become irreversible, horrified him. Like most
guys, he was sensitive about his penis size. The thought of having it
never regain its lost length was dreadful. At last his wife allowed him
to sit on the white chair at her vanity table and give his calves a rest
after the strain those heels had put on them.
As he sat there she opened her cell phone and hit a pre-set number. When
someone responded she said, "Hello, Darren. I wanted to thank you again
for brokering those deals with the companies we'll be partnering with."
She listened to something said by Darren, laughed prettily, and told him,
"Of course I've been thinking about your offer. And I'd LOVE to go out to
dinner with you. Now that my husband isn't quite himself, I'm going to
need a real man in my life. And I know you could fill that roll
perfectly. Plus, there's that other situation we discussed. I'm sure
you'd like to follow up on THAT." Larry was in shock. His wife was
accepting a date with someone she had met through her company, someone she
found attractive. But Larry couldn't summon the nerve to say anything,
not in his suddenly feminized state, not with the threat of being stuck
like this. She chatted a while longer, getting flirtatious, before
finally agreeing that Friday night would be perfect for their night out
and then ending the call.
Larry's wife snapped her fingers at him and gestured for him to stand.
She stepped directly in front of him and held him with her gaze. Tanya
wanted to know, "Do you have any questions?" He made a small throat
clearing sound and asked hesitantly, "Can you tell me... how far... the
changes you're making in me will go?" She smiled, pleased with his
submissive tone, and went back to the bag that had held his panties. This
time what she produced was a bra. Tanya held it up and Larry gasped when
he saw the size of the cups. She seemed to read his mind as she answered
the unasked question, telling him, "48 DDDD. You are going to be a
changed man, Larry dearest, though I'm not sure if the term 'man' will
apply much longer. This is going to be a fascinating experiment. Don't
you think so?" Afraid to say what he felt, he replied, "Yes, Tanya. I'm
sure it will be."
Larry was hand laundering his wife Tanya's panties. She required him to
put the crotch of each pair into his mouth and suck until most of her
dried fluids were removed. Then he had to place them into a dishpan of
warm water with gentle soap added. The second pair would go into his
mouth and stay there while he washed the first. She had been saving them
up so there were seven to be done. With his libido elevated by the
genetic formula she had been feeding him, handling his wife's lingerie and
tasting the flavor of her sex kept him wildly excited. Unfortunately for
him, he still couldn't achieve a full erection or gain any release.
Worse, his soft penis had lost another inch. He looked down from time to
time at the unimpressive two inches that remained, slender and no longer
surrounded by hair. And it was protruding through the front of a pair of
crotchless panties. Along with those, he wore a bright red elastic garter
on one thigh and his two inch heels. His wife enjoyed keeping him mostly
naked, not only because it made him so aware of the changes being wrought
to his physiology, but because he was awfully sensitive about being seen.
When he was finally done washing and hanging up the lingerie, and the tang
of her pussy was still strong in his mouth, he went to her to find out
what he was doing next. Tanya had turned over the housecleaning to him.
But now she said, "No more drudgery for you, sweetie. You're going to
help me get ready for my date with Darren." Larry went cold inside. Then
he gathered his wits and said, "Yes, darling. Of course." She smiled and
told him, "That's the attitude I want from you -- ALL the time." She
paused to make sure he wasn't going to foolishly try to change her
thinking. Then she went on, "Now let's head to the master bath and you
can wash my back in the shower." As she walked away he couldn't stop
staring at her broad rolling bottom. He ached, figuratively and
literally, to touch her the way he used to. Once they reached the
bathroom he had to assist her getting out of the snug pullover top and
tight slacks that were all she wore. He yearned just to be allowed to
touch her large breasts, to feel their warmth, maybe even to put his mouth
on those inviting nipples. But of course he couldn't do that unless
She instructed him to adjust the water temperature as she stood there with
one hand under the spray. Kneeling alongside the tub with her standing
over him, he eventually got it right. Still, he didn't rise until she
said to. Larry was learning quickly. She stepped into the tub and told
him to get out of his shoes and join her. "Take off the garter but leave
on those cute panties. I love the way they show off your incredible
shrinking penis. When I'm done with you, Larry, you're going to be a real
showpiece. But you know, it sounds silly to call you by your real name.
I mean, once your bust fills out you won't look like a Larry, will you?"
As he stepped into the tub he said, "No, Tanya. I won't." "So how
about... Laurel? Or Busty? Maybe something like Miss Lipps? Well, we'll
see. I'm sure Darren will have some clever suggestions. He's VERY
interested in you." With that she told him to reach around her and get
the soap and washcloth to do her back. Stretching to get them, he
couldn't help pressing himself against her back. His pulsing dick came
into contact with her wet backside and he moaned in frustration. Tanya
giggled at his plight. He soaped up the washcloth and began making small
circles over her shoulder blades. Larry bit his lower lip to keep from
whimpering with need. He washed down to her waist and she made him
continue, doing her jutting bottom and full thighs and firm calves. He
was left in a state of maddening frustration. His dwindling testicles
After he dried her off with a big fluffy towel she strolled away from him.
He hurried to drape the towel over the shower rod and follow her. In the
bedroom she sat and applied her make-up. She motioned him close and
playfully gave his face a few strokes of eyeliner and lipstick. When
Tanya pointed to the vanity mirror he saw himself and swallowed with
difficulty. His masculinity was more compromised than ever. He held his
hands up over the swelling that had started on both sides of his chest.
His gesture hid that first hint of breasts but also made him look like a
girl trying to cover her charms. His wife turned on her chair and tweaked
his nipples gently. That was when he really did whimper from unfulfilled
yearning. At the same time he was stimulated even more, until his eyelids
fluttered and his tongue swept side to side over his lower lip. Tanya
relented after a minute and resumed preparing. Soon her cosmetics and
hair were done. Then she picked out what to wear. First there was
lingerie, high-cut panties and a bra with cups that left the tops of her
breasts bare. Tanya said, "Why don't you pick out a nice dress for me?
Of course, if it doesn't turn on Darren, I'm going to have to punish you.
But if it DOES push his buttons, he'll try to get me into bed and I'll be
happy to go. So what's it going to be, cute stuff? Earn yourself a nasty
punishment or get turned into a cuckold?" She liked putting him into such
a dilemma. Whichever choice he made he would lose.
Larry went to the closet, opened its double doors, and stood there trying
to decide. Tanya admired the rear view and how nicely his rump was
rounding out. All those surplus calories he was still putting away were
doing their job. With an unsteady hand he at last selected a short red
dress that was certain to make an irresistible display of her contours.
She laughed at the worried look on his face and said, "Oh yeah, loverboy.
This one will for sure get us into bed together. I guess you WANT me to
have super sex with my new stud." She smiled as he said in a weak voice,
"Yes, Tanya. I do." "Hey, this is a lot different than the last time you
said 'I do'." With the dress on she was definitely headed for a close
encounter of the orgasmic kind. Larry could only stand there with his
altered form exposed, his reduced penis still hanging out of the
embarrassing panties, and let events proceed. His wife blew him a kiss
and selected her jewelry and shoes, the latter being a pair of red
beauties with block heels. She strutted around the room, rolling her
shoulders to make her boobs move and swinging her queen-sized ass. Her
husband watched longingly. That was when a knock sounded on their front
door, a loud rhythmic knock. "Well," Tanya said, "what are you waiting
for? Go and answer it." Larry blushed several shades of pink. "B...
but..." he managed to get out before surrendering. He even remembered to
maintain his girly walk. At the door he hesitated, gritting his teeth.
Then he took a deep breath as he opened the door. Facing him was a tall,
strikingly handsome man with a neatly trimmed goatee. He gave Larry a
long look. All the shamed husband wanted was to close the door and then
run and hide. Instead he had to endure being stared at until Darren gave
him a broad wink, brushed past, and greeted Tanya. She took both his
hands, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. He knew she wanted to be
kissed and didn't disappoint her. She responded and the contact went on
As they prepared to leave, Tanya said to Darren, "By the way, we need to
come up with something appropriate to call my husband. His male name
doesn't fit anymore." "So I see," he said, looking pointedly at Larry's
crotch. "You told me he's going to change even more and that his cock
will end up looking like a clitoris. So how about Cliterella?" She
grinned wickedly. "Clitty Cinderella. Cliterella. I like it." "But
right now," he said smoothly, "we have a reservation at a very fancy
restaurant." She gave him a hug and he let his hands slide down to give
her bottom cheeks a squeeze. To her husband she said, "Have a nice
evening, Cliterella. Give yourself a bubble bath. I put some new soap on
the edge of the tub. If you don't smell pretty when I get home, I'll amp
up your drugs and make your changes more extreme." "Yeah," said Darren,
"that would be fun. Wouldn't you like that, Cliterella?" All Larry could
do was to stand there trembling. They laughed at his distress. Tanya
told him to stay naked after his bubble bath. Then they swept out the
door, off to have a good time while he stayed home and worried about his
future. Afraid of earning his wife's ire, he went to the bathroom. The
container of bubble bath was in the shape of a fairy tale princess. When
he removed the top and sniffed, the scent was overly sweet and flowery.
He reluctantly started the water and got it hot. The recent memory of
being in the shower got him horny all over again as he stripped out of his
few bits of clothing. He started the water, got it hot, and added plenty
of soap. His wife wasn't there but her warning still echoed in his mind.
He sat in the tub, aware that his bottom was larger and softer than it had
been. How far would Tanya allow these changes to progress? Why was
Darren so interested? Larry remained undressed after his bath, as Tanya
When Tanya returned from her date it was nearly midnight. She said, "I
had an incredible time, Cliterella. You should see his luxury apartment.
You should see his bed." She laughed and went on, "That's right. We had
glorious sex. He's quite well endowed, knows how to use what he's got,
and can go for a long time. But right now I want one more orgasm and
you're going to give it to me with your well-practiced mouth. Hope you
don't mind that I didn't wash down there." He mutely followed her to the
bedroom. He was halfway through undressing her when she commented, "You
smell like a bunch of flowers in a candy shop. From now on you will
always use that soap. And I'll pick some fragrant shampoo to go along
with it, something very fruity." She lightly pinched his nipples, making
him pant with need. "And don't worry about your job. I've explained to
your boss that you have always wanted to be a woman and are beginning the
process of making the change. He was very understanding and will do
whatever he can to help. I told him that there's a lot of stress involved
so he's letting you downgrade to secretarial work. I'm sure you'll get
along famously with the other girls." At that point Larry was on his
knees, carefully lowering her panties. She made him put them into his
mouth, crotch first, so he could get a preliminary taste of Darren's rich
spunk. He looked up at her with the filmy garment protruding from between
his lips. She sniggered and lay back on the bed. "Isn't that nice for
you? And you'll be getting a steady supply of panties will creamy
crotches, I'm certain."
Larry's wife spread her shapely legs and said, "You can set those aside
for now. It's time for you to thank me for taking such good care of you."
He got his face between her thighs and faced the mess he had to clean up.
Tanya said in a singsong voice, "Let's go, Cliterella. All that salty
cream isn't going to clean itself up." He closed his eyes and extended
his tongue to begin lapping. She sighed and said, "Darren is such a
dream. I'll be thinking of him the whole time you're doing that. And
I'll be thinking about how much sexier you're going to become as my
miracle drugs continue to do their work." The helpless husband had to
swallow every drop of cum he retrieved while his wife moaned with pleasure
and writhed her full hips. It took a long while but he eventually coaxed
a purring climax out of her. Then she rolled onto her side, texted Darren
about what had just happened, and went to sleep. Larry, still naked, lay
there trying to sort out his impossible situation. His hands went to his
chest where Tanya had squeezed his nipples. He couldn't mistake how much
his pectoral area had softened and swelled. The memory of that bra she
had shown him returned to haunt him. He pictured himself wearing it,
filling it, and shuddered. Then he remembered Darren's remark about his
penis being reduced to clitoris dimensions. It was a long time before he
was able to sleep.
We had exchanged emails from time to time and respected each other’s
privacy and commitments. He enjoyed my writing and that was how the
contact had started. I had shared thoughts and ideas with him and he did
the same with me, both of us enjoying the thrill and excitement at
suggestion and counter-response. I am not sure if many of the thoughts
and ideas were mine or his, but there is no doubt he was able to wind me
up to an aroused state with his comments.
From time to time he would suggest that we meet up, but for various
reasons, mostly due to those commitments it didn’t happen, not then at
I hadn’t heard from him for a month or so when quite suddenly I received
an email from him. It seemed a chatty, friendly, catch up sort of email.
He wrote about how depressing winter had been and then about his car
being repaired, before going on to talk about the start of a sunny spell
with the long-awaited advent of Spring. It was the sort of email a best
friend might write and then he went on to suggest again about meeting
up. He wrote that he had researched a place he wanted to go to not far
from my home and invited me out for a quiet walk and some lunch.
For once I had no commitments, it was such an innocuous email and
perhaps I was just in the right frame of mind, though later a little
nervous and I agreed to go.
In a way, somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought that It was like
being invited out on a date, a date with another man, something I had
never done before nor contemplated doing either.
I replied to him perhaps a little too quickly, nervously agreeing to his
kind invitation and the day of our date was set. I sent him yet another
email then, unaware of the subliminal messages I might have been giving,
but in my mind to finalize the exact place and time. I had suggested
somewhere public and mutually unknown, but he would have nothing of it
and insisted on picking me up at my house! I was quite nervous about
this prospect, but He was very persuasive and in the end I foolishly
agreed. I gave him my address in a crazy moment of submissive arousal.
That night I thought about the meeting, in my mind thinking over the
quiet walk he had referred to and it suddenly occurred to me that he
might be a seasoned rambler, the planned walk perhaps challenging. The
more I thought about it, the more I thought that I’d better check with
him if I needed to wear trainers or walking shoes.
Idiotically, I have no idea why I phrased it like that, I am such a
a silly fool sometimes, I innocently asked him if he wanted me to wear
His response was slow, but obviously well considered and very specific.
He asked me if I had any pale coloured short shorts. I had, I had worn
them sometimes on holidays abroad and I told him so, briefly describing
them from memory. Then he asked me if I had a white sleeveless tee
shirt. The forecast had said it would be warm and not knowing exactly
where the conversation was going I again said that I had.
That was when he sent the email that turned my head into a spin.
“I will pick you up at 10.30, you will wear your pretty pair of
He was specific about that word and I knew what he meant from our
previous conversations, as I had told him how I had a pair of pink satin
knickers with elasticated legs that really excited me when I wore them.
He went on to say.
“You will wear your matching camisole top, your white sleeveless tee
shirt and your short shorts. The only other thing you will wear is a
pair of open toed sandals on your feet.”
The email sent a wave of nervous, humiliation and yet submissive
excitement through me as I read it. My white sleeveless tee shirt has
fairly thin straps over the shoulders, following the trend of vest tops
and usually worn on sunny summer holidays. Hence it was loose and fairly
open around my shaved armpits. The camisole that matched my knickers was
of the same deep pink colour , again in a shiny satin material. The
straps were thin spaghetti straps and there was a lace edge around the
hem and the bust. Wearing it beneath the tee shirt would reveal it quite
obviously and that very thought was turning me into an embarrassing
But, that wasn’t all however, I had describe the knickers to him in
intimate detail during our teasing exchanges all that time ago and he
knew that the elasticated legs gripping my thighs could be visible or
almost visible below the legs of those short shorts.
The thought of my appearance humiliated me intensely and I really didn’t
know if I could go through with it. He had never really appeared to be
so assertive in our email exchanges before, he had purely been teasing
me in his conversations. I know that I had admitted to him that I was
very submissive and hated confrontations, which was the truth, but he
had never really appeared to be a dominant man before. Surely he
wouldn’t humiliate me in public and this was just a tease too. He was
just teasing me for now and when it came to the time he would expect me
dress as normal when we met.
The days went by, the date drawing ever closer and my nervous
humiliation ever growing as I continually thought about it. Each day I
hoped and hoped he would send me an email telling me he was teasing me,
but no email came.
In the end, the suspense grew to such a level that the day before we
were due to meet, I eventually emailed him.
I carefully wrote the email saying how much I was looking forward to
seeing him tomorrow and how glad I was that the weather seemed to be set
hot. Then I carefully broached the subject about what he had told me to
wear for him.
His reply was immediate and assertive to the point of aggression.
“I told you what you are wearing Richie, it is non negotiable. I don’t
expect any simpering requests for me to change my mind. Both you and I
know that the very thought is exciting you beyond anything you have felt
before, so stop your pitiable excuses and accept it. I hope that your
legs are still smoothly shaved as you had told me before, if they are
not, then make sure that they are and as a punishment for questioning
me, you will now shave your arms smoothly also.
I will expect to see you exactly as I have directed you when I call to
pick you up tomorrow at 10.30.”
I was shaking as I read it and he was right, I was totally aroused by
the thought, to the point that I masturbated on and off all that
evening, though never allowing myself to climax in the fear that he
would admonish me if I did.
The next morning, after a night of broken sleep, I washed and shaved all
over my body, my legs and my arms too, before applying a smoothing
lubricating body lotion all over myself. My body felt soft and slippy,
sending weird sensations though me as I touched my skin. I was foolishly
early, what the hell was I doing, not only going on a date with another
man, but doing this to myself for him, yet I couldn’t stop myself
I was all of a quiver and found myself beginning to dress at only 9.30.
The knickers and camisole felt madly sexy as they always did when I wore
them in the privacy of my bedroom and my heart was throbbing wildly as I
struggled to quell my tingling penis.
I searched for and found the shorts I had told him I would wear and had
described to him for his agreement. Now I looked at them, my memory had
deluded me, they were indeed short, very short, made from a pink, peach
and blue floral material.
For a minute I thought I would reject them, but then I thought, he would
know what they looked like from my description. I stepped into them and
pulled them up my legs, they were tighter than I remembered, either my
bum was a bit bigger or they had shrunk. I wriggled them up over my
satin knickers and they caressed my bum tightly. I carried on wriggling
them up to my waist and I looked at myself in the mirror.
I felt an immediate burn of complete embarrassment going through me as I
saw myself. The knicker legs were indeed revealed about an inch below
the legs of my shorts, there was no way I could go out in them like
that, I looked like a gay pansy.
I wriggled my shorts down a little, pulling at the legs as I did so,
until the waistband came to rest at my hips and the legs just covered
my knickers. I looked in the mirror again, my shorts didn’t look right,
they weren’t hipsters, but at least they were just about hiding my
With a pounding heart and a tingling penis, held down now by my tight
shorts, I picked up the white tee top and pulled it on over my head,
then looked in the mirror once more.
It was blatantly obvious and there was no way of hiding it this time,
the pink camisole was clearly visible. The straps were openly showing on
my shoulders, the overall pink color showing through the white of my
tee top and again all I could think of was, pansy.
By the time I put my sandals on I was an embarrassing mess, in the mirror
I looked half-naked, a vulnerable and simpering sissy, yet my crazy
penis was tingling madly. How could I possibly meet another man dressed
like this, let alone go out in public with him? It was then I had my
greatest feeling of remorse, I couldn’t go through with it, I just
couldn’t, yet a glance at the clock told me he would be knocking at the
door in about five minutes time!
What would I do? What could I do? My mind cleared a little for a second,
an idea formed, I would try and brazen it out, remain nonchalant, act it
out like an actor would play a part.
The time was ticking on quickly now and I suddenly realized I didn’t
have my wallet or my house keys. It took my mind off things whilst I
found them, only to realize I had nowhere to put them, no pocket to put
them in. I remembered my holiday bumbag then and ran upstairs to find
it. It was gone 10.30, hurriedly I found it and put my wallet and keys
in it then I clipped it around my waist. The doorbell rang as I did so,
making my heartbeat soar and with my heart in my throat and trembling
all over. I hesitantly went back down to the hallway where I stopped and
briefly steadied myself before finally, nervously, opening the front
He was standing there, quite tall, mature, greying hair, wearing chinos
and an open neck shirt. I stupidly just said, “Hello,” my voice a little
too high and squeaky. He looked me up and down for a second then pointed
at my bumbag.
“What’s that Richie?”
It was the first time that I had heard his voice, it was well educated,
almost sophisticated, but his tone was extremely assertive. I blushed.
“It, it’s my bumbag.” I was blushing, nervous and taken aback, my voice
“I didn’t tell you to wear it, so loose it.” He didn’t make a move from
outside the door.
Nervously I undid the clip. “It, it’s got my wallet and my keys in it.”
I attempted to explain.
“You don’t need your wallet and you can give me your keys to look after
for you, now lose it.” He held out his hand for my keys which I
reluctantly gave to him before placing the bumbag on the hall stand.
“And pull your shorts up Richie, they look stupid half way down your
backside like that.”
His tone was dominant and dictatorial, as if he was talking to a child.
I blushed a beetroot red, my body quivering in embarrassment and he knew
it too. With trembling fingers in a horrible humiliating reluctance I
wriggled my shorts back up to my waist where they clung tightly to my
bottom and so revealed the elasticated legs of the awful, awful madly
sexy knickers that I was wearing. This time I didn’t have to look in a
mirror to know instantly how it made me look.
“That’s better Richie, you look pretty when you blush.” His smile was
more like a leer. “Come on then darling lets go.” And he held his hand
out to me.
I looked at it nervously, then stupidly unable to think straight I took
it. His fingers closed around mine, his grip powerfully enclosing my
hand, he had no intention of letting me pull back inside the door to
hide. He was taking me out in public looking like a sissy whether I
liked it or not. He gave me a strong tug and I was suddenly there beside
him, looking up at him, standing in the sun for all to see. He closed my
front door then with his free hand, my heart leaping as I heard the
latch drop locking it. His car was parked in the street outside my drive
and he pulled me along by the hand, down the drive to it. My face was on
fire the whole time and my head down looking at my feet , terrified at
being seen or meeting a neighbour. He unlocked the car doors with his
remote and then opened the passenger door for me. The inside beckoned,
privacy, a place to hide. I quickly bent to get in, the sudden smack on
my bum making me jump and almost leap inside, sitting with a stinging
feeling in my posterior.
His laugh was an almost gleeful chortle and suddenly he was sitting
“Do your seatbelt up Richie, we don’t want to get stopped by the police
now do we?” His smirk reflected his teasing comment, he fully knew what
his every carefully chosen word was doing to me.
I don’t remember much of the drive, I couldn’t concentrate, my insides
were like jelly and I’ve never felt so scared or submissive in all my
life. Yet my penis was tingling madly in my satin knickers and tight
shorts. I had no idea where the remote woodland car park was, I had
never been there before and how he knew about it was a mystery. He
pulled to a halt under a canopy of trees and stopped the engine, then he
reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a clear plastic bag.
He removed from it a bottle of deep pink nail varnish and a similar
bottle of nail gloss.
“Take off your sandals Richie, then you are going to paint your toe
nails and your finger nails. Take your time Richie, don’t smudge them or
I’ll make you do them again. Two coats of colour then one of gloss on
I looked t him aghast. “I, I, can’t,” I began.
He interrupted me. “You will do as I tell youRichie, or I’ll drive away
and leave you here, do you understand?”
He was matter of fact, holding all the cards and totally authoritative.
It seemed I had no alternative, I wasn’t sure where we were, I was
dressed like that and he had my house keys. The prospect of walking home
was out of the question. My whole body was trembling now, I felt
trapped, yet the burning humiliation he was building inside me was
fuelling an insane tingling arousal deep within me too. How could I
possibly be so nervous and humiliated yet so aroused too, it was all too
confusing. He spent some time rummaging around in the boot of his car
whilst I went through the process of trying to paint my nails to his
satisfaction with trembling fingers. It seemed to take forever and his
final inspection only added to my humiliation.
“Good, that’s how I expect to see them every time you go out with me, do
you understand?” I nervously nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Now put your sandals back on.” Quivering I did as I was told and he
watched me intently as I did so. When I’d finished he nodded then took a
slim tube from his pocket.
“This is lip gloss, now look in the visor mirror and paint your lips.”
He spoke as he handed me the tube and again, knowing I was beaten, I had
no alternative I did as I was told with a feeling of sheer embarrassment
as I looked in the mirror, painting the deep pink sticky gloss on my
lips as he watched me, fully aware of the shame and humiliation I was
“Good, that’s more like it, now we can have our walk.” He gesticulated
for me to get out of the car.
I looked around nervously, there was no site or sound of anybody and
reluctantly I got out inevitably tugging down on the hem of my shorts as
I did so.
He stood there with his arms folded looking at me then spoke again.
“Hmm, OK, I can see that you aren’t used to wearing your shorts like
that are you? So this time, I will give you a choice. I have a skirt in
the boot of my car. Do you want to continue in those shorts or put on
I looked at him nervously, he was right I felt totally uncomfortable in
my shorts, my knickers showing beneath them as they were, I know I
looked like a big pansy wearing them, but a skirt! I wasn’t sure,
perhaps it would be less gay and would hide my knickers, but a skirt!
“Quick about it Richie, we haven’t all day, now choose.” He was quite
“C can I try the skirt?” My voice was small, nervous even.
“No Richie, make a choice and that’s what you will wear, now quick about
it, or shall I just drive off and leave you here?”
I was quivering, that mixture of nerves, humiliation and crazy arousal
“I’ll wear the skirt,” I mumbled.
“Good boy, now take your shorts off and give them to me.” He was
sounding more and more like a schoolmaster.
I wriggled my shorts down and reluctantly handed them to him, standing
there in the open in those pink satin knickers, my face burning in total
humiliation. He took them from me and went to the boot of the car,
opening it he put them inside and took out some grey material before
closing it again. I couldn’t detect anything about the skirt except the
colour until he handed it to me.
“There, now put it on.”
It was then I realised it was a schoolgirl skirt, grey, flared and
pleated and horribly short. The waist button was undone and the zip
down, I nervously stepped into it and pulled it up my legs, over my bum
to fasten it at my waist. If anything it was worse than my shorts. The
length barely covered my knicker legs but because of the flared
lightness of the material, I could hardly feel that I was wearing it and
my every movement made it flick and dance showing glimpses of what I
wore beneath it. It made me feel naked and vulnerable, there was no way
I could go on a country walk with him wearing it.
“Umm, c Can I have my shorts back,” I began.
“No,” he almost shouted, “you chose Richie, now, one more argument from
you and I promise I will leave you here, do you understand me?”
“Yss,” I mumbled nodding.
“And while we are at it, from now on you will call me sir, got that?”
I nodded a half nod, “Yss…..sr,” I said quietly.
“Good.” He opened the back door of the car and took out a jotter and a
pencil and turning gave them to me. “We will be looking for birds today,
I want you to make a list of all the birds we see, then your homework
will be to write about them.”
I took the jotter and pencil from him, they were the sort of things a
young schoolchild would use, the jotter lined in wide lines, the pencil
a thick soft 4b pencil, a type that would be used when learning to
write. I felt confused and began to feel more and more that he was
treating me as a schoolchild or simple minded person, rather than a male
In seconds he was off walking, heading along a path.
“Come along, keep up.”
I almost ran after him, he was unnerving me but I didn’t want to be left
there in the carpark alone.
He was walking quickly his long legs striding, I am only short and I
found myself trotting along behind him. He suddenly stopped and pointed
into the thicket.
“Look,” he said, “that is a Robin, you can see he has a lovely red
breast, now write down Robin, that’s R O B I N.”
I thought he was joking for a minute but one look at his face made me
realise he was being perfectly serious and it suddenly dawned on me that
he wanted me to play along with his game. So I obediently did as he told
me. I took the soft pencil, incidentally it was quite difficult to write
with and I ended up having to write the word Robin in large capital
letters for it to be legible. That was how we carried on, stopping
randomly and him pointing out a common bird and demeaning me by spelling
its name out to me so that I could then struggle to write it down.
Luckily we didn’t meet anyone, that is until we came to a lake. He was
busy pointing out a duck and spelling out D U C K, when a man appeared
out of nowhere followed by a large black dog. I cringed trying to hide
behind Graham, vainly hoping the man wouldn’t notice me! Haha, fat
chance. He came right up to us, all eyes looking at me, making me feel
so embarrassed, so humiliated. I wished a hole in the ground would open
and swallow me up right then. Not only that, I am afraid of dogs, but
dogs always seem to sense my fear, this one headed straight for me and
even though I nervously tried to push him away, he did what all dogs do.
Put their noses into your crutch. Of course in this case, he went
straight under my skirt, his nose lifting it revealing my knickers, his
wet nose right up between my legs. The man was smiling widely and
entered into a deep conversation with Graham as I carried on struggling
to push the dog away and escape from it, but only succeeding in making
“I think she’s enjoyin playing with the dog,” I heard the man say.
Graham was nodding and smiling. “Go and play with the doggie a bit love
while I talk to this gentleman.”
I couldn’t believe what he was saying, here I was dying of humiliation,
obviously scared of the dog and not wanting its attention and he was
telling me to play with it.
“Rub his tummy darlin, he likes it when you do that, don’t worry about
him growling, it’s just he doesn’t want you to stop that’s all, likes
havin his own way does Rocky.” The man smiled widely, almost a leer in
his eyes as he spoke, then he turned back to continue his conversation
Meanwhile the dog was trying to jump up at me and he was a big dog, his
front feet would be on my chest. I struggled to push him down, trying to
turn away from him, then I tried the rubbing his tummy thing, that his
master had said. Curiously the dog seemed to calm down and stood there,
letting me rub his tummy. I looked across at the two of them in deep
conversation, just wishing the man would go so that we could finish this
humiliating walk and get back to the car. I don’t know exactly what
happened, or how it happened, I was so busy watching them when my hand
seemed to touch something hot and wet. I glanced down curiously only to
see to my disgust that the dog had developed a huge erection and that I
had just been rubbing it. I pulled my hand away hurriedly, glancing up
as I did so, only to see that both men were watching me intently.
“I agree I think she’d love to play with the dog, perhaps we can meet up
again so she can have some fun?” Graham’s voice carried across to me.
The man was smiling evilly, well it looked evilly, then he spoke
something quietly to Graham before calling the dog to him and walking
off leaving us alone.
“What was that about?” I said in a whisper.
Graham paused and looked at me, he looked cross.
“Little sissies should be seen and not heard, learn your lesson Richie,
you do not question me and you do not speak unless it is to answer
something I have asked you, do you understand, or shall I put you over
my knee here and now?”
His words shocked me, took me aback, but I could feel the old submissive
yearning growing inside me and I couldn’t control it.
“Ys Sr, I’m sorry Sr,” I mumbled quietly.
“Good, now, where was I? Ah yes, these duckies are Mallards.” And he
spelled the name out again, making me scrawl it out in my jotter.
“For your special homework this week, I want you to find out all about
the sex life of the Mallard and write an essay about it. Do you
I nodded. “Ys Sr,” in my little voice. So he was continuing to treat me
as a schoolchild, it was so weird, but if it made him happy I decided
that I’d play along with him.
We did meet a couple more people on our walk, both were men and both
looked at me curiously, going away with smirks on their faces. I burned
in humiliation each time and got to the point that my senses were hugely
heightened as I walked behind him, listening and looking at every little
sound. I had never thought that a woodland walk would be so stressful.
We finally got back to the car, it was almost 1.00 pm. He patted my bum,
making me jump once again as I bent to get in and when I sat in the seat
I nervously tugged the hem of my skirt down to try and cover my
“Did you enjoy your walk Richie?”
I nodded. “Ys Sr,” I said quietly.
“Good and from now on I’m going to call you by your chosen name, Leanne.
Well Leanne, I’m hungry after all this fresh air, I promised you lunch
and we are going to a nice little pub which isn’t far from here.” And he
started the car.
My insides jumped at his words, the car starting enforcing the fear, he
couldn’t, surely he wouldn’t take me to a pub, not dressed like this, oh
my god I thought I was going to die.
We pulled into the pub carpark in about ten minutes, there were two or
three cars in there. He stopped by a steps which led up to the beer
garden and got out of the car. I had shrunk down in my seat and when he
opened the door,maws about to refuse to get out. He looked at me then
bent down speaking softly but assertively at me, he was calm but I could
sense the ferocity in his voice.
“Stop behaving like a baby Leanne, you are getting out of the car
whether you like it or not, even if I have to drag you out and if I have
to do that. Then I will put you over my knee right here and spank you
and then I’ll leave you here to find your own way home. Don’t think that
I am teasing, now do you understand?”
I looked at him, trying to persuade him, but I could see the steely look
in his eyes, the set of his chin and I knew he had me over a barrel, I
had to go along with him. I would have to brazen it out and ignore the
obvious humiliating looks I would get. Reluctantly I undid my seatbelt,
swung my legs out and got out of the car. He closed the door locking it
behind me, then taking my hand led me up the steps to the beer garden.
Luckily there was only one person there, he sat at a bench near the
building, he was an old man drinking a pint and smoking. Graham led me
to a table towards the far end of the garden and the man watched us as
“Be a good girl and sit here while I order our lunch.” He was smiling,
in his element even, knowing what he was doing to me. My cheeks were
bright red anyway, as they had been all morning and I sat there
nervously, trying my best to be inconspicuous shrunk down in my seat.
He seemed to take forever to come back and I noticed that half his pint
was drunk by the time he returned to me. On his tray beside it was a
small child’s box carton of drink. It had funny animals printed on the
sides and a straw sticking out of the top.
“There you are love, now don’t spill it down your front.” He passed the
child’s drink to me.
I had an overload of humiliation already, I didn’t think I could cope
with anymore, but I struggled on unable to look around me. Then when I
thought that it couldn’t get any worse, I noticed a lady heading up the
path towards us carrying a tray. She placed it down on the table between
us, I couldn’t even look at her, I had no idea what she looked like, I
was focussed on the floor.
“One special and one child’s meal, love, does the little one want
“Oh yes please, she loves ketchup on her chips, don’t you Leanne?” He
was doing it just to shame me more.
“Tell the nice lady then Leanne, where are your manners.”
I swallowed, the humiliation eating into my very soul. “Yes please,” I
mumbled my voice squeaky with emotion.
“Ahh, there, of course, sweety.” She was back in seconds with a bottle of
ketchup and then disappeared to leave us to it. I looked down at my
plate, there were one sausage, some baked beans, and a portion of alphabet
shaped potato fries, he was tucking into a meat pie, mashed potato, and
peas. My stomach gurgled as I looked at his food.
“Come along Leanne, be a good girl and eat up,” he spoke with his mouth
So we are still playing the schoolgirl game, I thought to myself, so
let’s play along and get this day over with. I tucked into my child’s
meal and pretended that I liked it.
It was gone two o’clock when we left the pub, he had had another pint of
beer and I had been given some sort of fruit drink that he poured out of
a little flask he produced from his pocket and “for being good”, a lolly
pop to suck, which he watched me doing intently, his eyes glistening as
he did so.
Now at last we were going back home and this time he drove up onto the
drive. I felt a bit heady and got out of the car quickly heading for the
front door, he took his time, making a thing of looking for the keys.
“Have you got a spare set of keys Leanne?” he said as he looked for them
in his pocket.
“Yes inside, I have.” Then I thought I’d better keep the sir bit up.
“Sir. But I haven’t a spare set outside.”
“Good.” He produced the keys and dangled them in front of me. “I’ll keep
these then, it’ll make it so much easier won’t it?”
He said it challenging me, knowing his words were making me quiver in
nervous apprehension. As he came over beside me at the door and before I
knew it he was suddenly kissing me. Kissing me there on my doorstep,
with me dressed like that, kissing another man, in public on my own
“Relax darling,” He could see I wasn’t happy, I was tense, confused and
very nervous. “Now open those pretty pink lips and kiss me properly,” He
paused then continued softly “That is if you want me to let you in!”
The threat was still there, he was telling me that I still had to do
what he said, that he was still in control and I still had no
This was such a big leap from the fantasies, my stories, and the closet
crossdressing, I was trembling nervously, but taking a breath, telling
myself it was nearly over, I’d soon be inside, I finally did what he
His lips mashed over mine then, his kiss powerful, all possessing, his
tongue opening my lips and entering my mouth and In a crazy
the inexplainable way he suddenly had me weak and almost swooning in his
I could hardly stand when he broke the kiss and then the front door was
open and we were standing in my hallway kissing again, I’d lost track of
time and lost control of myself, suddenly living in my own fantasy dream
How he got me up to my bedroom I’m not really sure, but his hands were
all over my body as we kissed again. I was whimpering, trembling,
afraid yet weirdly aroused too as he quickly stripped me naked and I
foolishly let him in meek compliance. It was as if I was drunk or
drugged or something and before I knew it I was naked lying on my back
on the bed. He was still wearing his boxer shorts and was on top of me
crushing me as he kissed me at all my erogenous zones, my body
quivering and twitching beneath him. He worked me up into an enormous
state of arousal, I wasn’t sure which bit of me was more aroused, then
suddenly he stopped , sitting astride me.
“You know Leanne, your stories really excited me, I’ve thought of them
all the time, dreamed about them and now I want to live them too.”
He climbed off the bed, leaving the room for a minute and I just lay
there in a foolish stupor, almost as if I was drunk, unable to move,
think straight or understand what he had just said. He returned
momentarily with a large bag which he dropped on the floor, rummaging in
it. He turned to me then, his eyes gleaming madly, in his hands were a
pair of black leather buckled handcuffs. I gasped, shocked, He could see
the fear flit across my face and he was on me, over me in an instant,
before I could even move a muscle. I fought him, that is I tried to
fight him, but he had all the advantages and my left wrist was cuffed in
seconds, rolling me over onto my tummy as I tried to kick out with my
legs, but he just sat on my bum as he pulled my right wrist behind me,
cuffing it to the other all too easily. He stroked my bum then as I
squeaked into the pillow.
“There baby, that wasn’t so bad was it?” His voice was full of
He climbed off me, to one side on the bed and rolled me back onto my
back, my hands under me. His kisses this time were rougher, little bites
to my neck, my chest and nipples which he sucked hard and I was
incapable of stopping him, I was at his mercy. Between my gasps and
moans I tried begging him, pleading for him to release me, to stop it.
At first that only seemed to excite him more, then as if he had just
thought of something, he leaned off the bed to the bag again. The ball
gag he produced, sent me into waves of fearful horror and my pleadings
multiplied immensely, but he was smiling, his excitement increasing by
“It won’t hurt baby, you know your going to love it, now open those
sweet little pink,lips for me again.”
I wriggled and twisted, my lips clamped tightly together, but he only
seemed to relish the wrestling match, enjoying himself, wearing me down
until I was completely exhausted, then squeezing my cheeks my lips
popped apart for him and suddenly the ball gag was in my mouth, between
my teeth, holding down my tongue. He was almost humming to himself as he
buckled the strap behind my head, pulling it tight, filling my mouth.
He looked down at me then in delight. “There I told you it wouldn’t hurt
baby, it makes you look so sexy and now I can kiss you again can’t I?”
I gurgled unable to speak, but he was over me his lips kissing mine
around the ball gag, his tongue licking me and I could feel his hardness
against my tummy through his boxer shorts.
It seemed to be going on forever, time was standing still. He was taking
his time enjoying each second, teasing my body, arousing me, feeling me,
masturbating me to a near climax, then leaving me as I moaned and
squirmed for him. He had me so that my penis was fully erect and
throbbing, precum beginning to dribble, but his hand snaked into his bag
once again. The spray from the spray can take me by surprise, it stung,
I squeaked and tried to curl up to avoid it, but he kept spraying until
the ice-cold started to have its effect. He just sat there then,
watching as I quivered and whimpered, my penis and scrotum, my little
balls, shrinking by the second in their icy shroud. My bits were numb
now, numb with the cold, shrunken, and numb. It was then I noticed his
gleeful expression and glancing down saw in his hands the chastity
device. I tried to scream to beg to plead him not to, but He all too
easily pulled my legs apart and was swiftly fitting the device around my
shrunken genitals and I couldn’t seem to do anything about it.
“You’re going to love this baby, we are going to have so much fun with
You could see the arousal in his eyes, he was so excited as He clipped
the little padlock shut imprisoning me before carefully hanging the key
on its chain around his neck for me to see.
I had written about this so many times and now it was happening to me
and now I couldn’t seem to quell my own quivering stupid nervous
arousal, as he did it.
He played with me and teased me again then, the numbness going from my
genitals the awareness of restricted erection painful yet highly erotic.
Soon He had me squirming and moaning again, playing me like an
instrument. But his bag of tricks still had its secrets to give up and
as he tired from his teasing he went once again to that evil bag. The
black dildo he produced and grinning, showed me, had a tube an a pump
attached and even in my wrecked emotional state, I realised that it was
an inflatable one. Once again I begged him with my gurgles and groans,
not to do it, to stop, stop, please no more, no more, I can’t take any
more. The ease which he rolled me onto my tummy was almost too shocking,
but his fingers, touching, feeling, lubricating both scared and excited
me. The first touch of the dildo made me jerk in my bonds, he giggled
and did it again and again until it began to slip into me. The pain was
as I expected, I had used a dildo on myself before, but he was careful,
getting me used to it until he fully slid it into me and I moaned at the
erotic invasion. Somehow I was aware that he was naked now, his cock
stiff and bobbing, he kissed the cheek of my bum, his kiss turning into
a love bite and I whimpered until I heard the pump and felt the fullness
inside of me. He went on like that for ages and ages, kissing me, giving
me love bites, sucking my nipples and each time he would give another
little pump, combining the pain of the fullness and pressure with the
arousal of his teasing.
“Baby, I can’t wait any longer, I’m going to fuck you now, turn you into
a proper little cock slut.” His voice was charged, his cock dribbling.
I whimpered, I’d never had sex with a man before, fantasy was one thing,
this toy play was one thing but for him to actually fuck me was another
thing altogether. I heard the hiss of air from the pump, the pressure
inside me diminishing and I was grateful for that, but I was terrified
of the prospect of what he was about to do. The dildo slipped out from
me easily, too easily, he really had prepared me. Then I felt him behind
me, we were on our sides, I could feel his heat, his stiffness. He
slipped between my cheeks easily finding my still gaping rosebud and
then with a brief sensation of pain he was inside me, in and in and in,
until my bottom met his hips. His hands slid around me then and gripped
my hips and He began fucking me. He started slowly at first, grunting as
he thrust, listening to my whimpers which he gradually converted to
moans as I succumbed to the sensations and eroticism.Then his pace
slowly increased, he was hot, getting closer and closer to cumming.
“You fucking little slut, you’re mine now, I own you, I’m going to breed
you, fill you.”
He was panting, thrusting harder and harder and I could hear a moaning
sound, a soft feminine moaning, then I realised it was me.
“I’m going to make you into a prostitute you little slut, earn me some
money, fuck I’m going to have fun with you.”
His cock was suddenly rock hard and he almost bellowed as I felt him cum
inside me, the sensation driving my own flaccid climax over the top too
as I felt a wetness dribbling from me. I could feel everything, every
sensation, every movement as if I was super sensitive. I felt him
subside, his breathing ease, his cock shrink and slip from me. He moved
a second wriggled about a little and to my shock I felt the invading
dildo once again, I whimpered, wriggling to try to avoid it, but in my
exhaustion it was futile, he persisted and with a few pumps of the pump
he embed it within me. He seemed to relax then and lay down quietly
We must have lain there like that for an hour or so, I eventually slept
the sleep of complete mental and physical exhaustion, the discomfort of
the bondage and the awareness of the dildo gradually fading as I relaxed
and closed my eyes. I was awoken by his movement, he had got out of bed
and I heard him opening the bathroom door, but He was back in front of
me in seconds.
“You’ve got a wet room.” He was smiling. “Come on slut, wake up your
sleepy head, it’s shower time!”
He pulled me blinking, out of bed to my feet, tottering in my bondage as
he guided me out and into the bathroom, pulling me behind the screen.
“Now kneel down slut.” His hands were pushing down on my shoulders.
I had little alternative, was he going to shower me there on my knees,
perhaps he needed to have a feeling of power over me even there in the
shower. Awkwardly I slipped onto my knees and looked up at him, my eyes
pleading for him to release me. He was smiling evilly, his face full of
excitement again and I noticed his cock was half erect. He reached
behind my head and I felt him unbuckling the strap for the ball
gag,thank god, I thought, thank god he’s going to finish all this. He
undid the gag and pulled it from my aching jaws and I groaned as I moved
“You liked wearing that didn’t you baby, it made you look so sexy, don’t
worry, I promise you can wear it again, but now your going to love this
He stood back a little and gripped his cock, pointing it at me and I
suddenly realised what he meant by shower. My eyes opened wide in horror
and my mouth opened as I began to plead with him not to, then it hit me.
The hot jet hit my face, I closed my eyes and my mouth instantly and I
could hear him giggling, slowly he peed over my chest, then down over my
chastity enclosed penis, laughing as he soaked me with his urine,
debasing me completely until I was sitting there on my haunches the
dildo still embedded in me, dripping, sobbing.
Gradually his stream stopped, but then I felt his hot head against me,
touching my lips.
“Time for suckies baby.”
His voice was buzzing in his excitement, his cock head rubbing back and
fore across my lips.
“Open wide baby.”
He pinched my nose between his finger and thumb making me gasp and his
mushroom head was between my lips pushing into my mouth. I gagged and
half chocked, but he took his time, until he had me sucking more by
reflex and reaction than want. He began pushing his cock deeper and
deeper into my mouth, his hands behind my head preventing escape. Soon
he was panting, telling me to suck him, telling me to suck, calling me
all sorts of names and then.
“Ohhhhh you little slut, swallow it, swallow it you cunt.”
He embedded his cock right into my throat, his ejaculations straight
down into my stomach, I couldn’t breath, snorting for breath through my
nose as he filled me there.
When he’d finished I just sat there feeling used and abused, he undid
the cuffs then, helped me to stand and showered with me. This time it
was under hot soapy water, the chastity and dildo remaining in place as
he soaped me, rubbing his naked body against me and finally kissing me,
there under the hot water jets.
It was the nicest he’d been all day, it confused me, almost unnerved me
as much as all the humiliation he’d subjected me to, but in a way, in my
passivity he was using me now too. Turning me around, he released the
dildo and pulled it from me, leaving it on the floor of the shower.
“You’ll need that again baby, so keep it nice and clean.”
Suddenly he changed, he became almost business like, drying himself
quickly with a towel as he headed back into my bedroom and by the time
I’d found another towel and was dry enough, he was dressed.
“I have to go now Leanne, I’ll see you same time next week, I’ll drop
your pencil and jotter and some other things on your table downstairs.
Remember your homework, I’m looking forward to reading your essay and I
want daily emails from you and you know what I expect next week girl.”
I was totally taken aback by his words, homework.. next week…know what
he expects….and more importantly….He was already heading towards the
top of the stairs when I stopped him.
“Um, Graham, before you go, you’ve forgotten to take this thing off.”
He stopped, I could see his body stiffen and then he turned, a cloud
over his face.
“Firstly I gave you no permission to call me that, it is Sir to you,
secondly I told you that you were only allowed to speak when I told you
to and thirdly how dare you suggest I’d forgotten something.” He had
returned back along the landing to me as he spoke, then he grabbed my
wrist. “I warned you before that I’d spank you if you were naughty,” he
I was shocked, taken aback, he pulled me back into the bedroom before I
could stop him and in a ludicrously quick time he was sitting on the bed
with me across his knees. To begin with it was the shame and humiliation
of being spanked, spanked by another man, but by the tenth stroke it was
the sheer stinging pain that hurt me. He gave me a dozen smacks and when
the tears sprang from my eyes he pushed me to the floor.
“The chastity is to remind you that your mine and to keep you thinking
about me.” He showed me the key dangling round his neck. “Now be a good
girl and do as I say next time. Bye Leanne.”
He left then, leaving me there then, my bum stinging and my poor penis
already tingling in its prison.
I don’t know if it was part of her master plan, or whether it was simply a germ of an idea that, over time, has evolved into a lifestyle. It is certainly a lifestyle that has turned the traditional male/female roles upside down. She controls the money; I do the laundry; she makes all the decisions; I simply obey; she wears the pants; I wear the skirts (or whatever she tells me to wear). I clean the house while she watches television, or does whatever she wants. If she wants something, she calls on me to get it for her. In short, I am the traditional “woman” in our marriage, and I must wait on her hand and foot (literally).
One day, I guess she recognized how my role had evolved and decided to formally emasculate me by forcing me to wear “sissy” underwear. From that point on she started calling me her wife, or her “Little Sissy”. Sometimes, she looks at me disdainfully and says “I wear the pants in this house”. She then adds with a laugh “You wear the panties. Don’t forget it my Little Sissy” And that was only the beginning. But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself here.
In the bedroom, she makes the rules. She always has at least one orgasm. On the other hand, I am only occasionally allowed to cum. And, on the rare occasion that I am allowed to cum, she ensures that I lick up every drop. She wants no icky mess in the bed or on the floor, or anywhere (except on me sometimes).
Actually, it was in the bedroom that she started us on the path that lead to me becoming her “wife”.
I will wear a chastity device to show my love to you
When we were first married, we made love in the traditional vanilla way. Generally, with me on top, we seemed to make love all the time. In fact, looking back I guess we both had an insatiable sexual appetite. Then one day, after about 10 years of marriage, we had a serious conversation, and Fiona said that she was frightened that I would lose interest in her. For whatever, reason she was worried that I would start looking for a lover. I assured her that I love her and I would never do anything like that. It was a couple of days later that she dropped the bombshell. Fiona told me that her best friend’s husband had run off with a younger woman and that she was devastated. She then told me that she wanted me to wear a chastity device whenever I leave the house. At first, I laughed because I thought she was joking. I could see that she was annoyed at my response, so I reassuringly said “Look! Fiona, if you can find such a device, I’ll wear it any time you want, because I love you Fiona and if it will ease your mind then that’s fine with me.” Although I truly meant what I said, I didn’t fully appreciate what I was committing to, nor what it would lead to.
Sure enough, a couple of days later while I was drying off after my shower, she walked into the bathroom with the device in her hand. At first I didn’t even know what it was she was holding in her hand. She looked up at me, and smiled and said: “ are you ready for the chastity device?”
I guess she took me aback, and it must have shown on my face, because she smiled and said “You did promise”
I said “Sure go ahead, put it on if it will ease your mind”.
I guess it helped that I was quite small after my shower because it only took her a couple of seconds to slip it on and lock it in place. She then pulled me close to her and we shared a long sensual sexy kiss. It was the type of kiss that really gets me going. It always gives me a hard erection, and of course nature was trying to take its course, but the device was doing its job. Fiona, then laughed and quickly left me there in the bathroom trying to understand what was happening to me. I was as horny as hell but I couldn’t get erect because of the device. It was truly frustrating. After a couple of minutes, I gained some measure of composure and was able to pull myself together enough to wander nonchalantly into the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, Fiona was dressed in her sexiest lingerie. She walked up to me smiling and pulled me to her, and we kissed again. This time it lasted longer, and our hands started to wander all over each other. Again, I was dealing with total frustration, and this time Fiona seemed determined to press every button I had to get me aroused. I felt her hand cupping my testicles, and then she started feeling the device. She then suddenly took a step backwards and looked at me. She laughed and said “That’s great! The device is working”. “Tell me about it” I responded. She then said: “I have one more request, and then you can go off to work.”
Challanged into denial
I said “Sure what do you want?”
She replied “There is one little sexual fantasy that I’ve had that you can satisfy right here and now.”
Well, now she really had my interest. I guess she’s going to take the damn contraption off me and we’re going to make love. Thank God I thought.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and she said. “I want you to get down on your hands and knees, and beg to go down on me”
She added “If you beg properly and sincerely, I’ll take the device off you tonight, and we’ll make love”.
I immediately dropped to my knees and said “Please Fiona may I go down on you. I’m begging you, please.”
With that she said “ it’s not bad for a start. You may crawl to me and remove my panties with your mouth, but keep your hands behind your back. At no time are your hands to touch me. Do you understand? If a hand so much as touches me there will be no lovemaking tonight.”
I thought to myself this is kind of strange, but who am I to question someone’s fantasy. I then started to crawl towards her. I could see that her panties were very wet from our kissing and petting. I tried to pull her panties down with my teeth, but of course it wasn’t possible to pull them off, and after a couple of minutes, and without thinking, I simply took both hands from behind my back and pulled them off, and Fiona also helped by wriggling out of them. She then pushed my head into her moist wet pussy, and I started to gently use my tongue on her. She was pulling my hair drawing me closer and she ordered me to probe with my tongue deep into her vagina. She then ordered me to suck on her clit. It wasn’t too long before she started to moan quietly. I realized that she was guiding and controlling my mouth and tongue by pulling my hair to guide my head and commanding me where, when, and how she wanted me to service her. Soon she came. It was unlike any orgasm she had enjoyed previously. I guess it was the first time she had been in total control.
After a couple of minutes, she looked at me and said “That was wonderful, Darling. Unfortunately, you disobeyed me. You touched me with your hands, so no sex tonight is your punishment. Now, you better give your face a bit of a wash and head off to work. We can talk tonight.”
Over the next couple of days, I realized that she was in fact taking over control of our sex life. I didn’t yet understand that it was more than our sex life that she was taking control of.
After the first two nights of chastity she told me that I had been a good boy and that I could cum. However, she said that I would have to allow her to tie me to the bed. Her rationale was that I could overpower her to get the key. By tying me to the bed she could go and get the key without fear of me following her. So I agreed to let her tie me up, and from that point on, bondage was a part of our lifestyle.
She had obviously planned this in advance because she produced some cuffs and chains, and before I knew it I was lying naked on my back with each arm attached to the top corners of the bed, and my feet tethered to the corners of the foot of the bed.
Some bondage will surely help me focus on her pleasure
After a couple of minutes she returned with the key, but instead of unlocking the device, she started teasing me. She started kissing me and running her hands all over me. She was driving me crazy. It was pure torture, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She then sat on my face and told me to kiss her pussy through her silk panties. Her panties were wet by now, and I felt her wetness on my chin as she sat on my face. After a couple of minutes, she removed her panties and then ordered me to use my tongue on her pussy. And just like the previous morning, she assumed total control of my tongue and mouth. I began to sense that she was using me like a sex toy. This time however, she stopped before she climaxed, and reached down and at last removed the chastity device. She then sat back on my face and began barking out orders on how I was to proceed servicing her. She began stroking my penis. I was almost instantly hard, and after the days of teasing and denial I was almost ready to ejaculate immediately. She then stopped touching me and told me to concentrate on her. She then got back to using my mouth and tongue on her pussy. I could hear from her moaning that she close to coming. But then she stopped, got off my face and moved over my still rock hard penis. She then gently lowered herself over my penis, drawing me deep into her vagina. I came within a whisker of ejaculating while she was sliding me into her very wet vagina. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Here’s the rules darling. I am going to come with you inside me. But, you are not allowed to cum while you are inside me. I want you to cum after I get off you. If you come while you are inside me you will be punished. Do you understand?” I mumbled “Yes Fiona”.
With that she started to move her hips on me, and she began bucking up and down, deliberately sliding up and down my shaft. I tried hard not to cum, but by the third stroke I shot my load. It was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. There was no doubt that days of denial made for a very intense orgasm. Meanwhile, she kept grinding and she came very soon after me.
After, a couple of minutes we both regained our composure. Foina laughed “One week of chastity is your punishment. Also, there’s one more thing that you will always do from now on”
She then got off me carefully and stood over my face and laughed “have some cream pie!”
With that she sat on my face and placed her pussy, dripping with my semen, over my mouth and said “Clean me! I don’t want one drop of that icky stuff left inside me when you’re finished. Do you understand?”
At that point, I didn’t know how I was going to last a whole week without sexual release. I certainly wasn’t going to risk making things worse. And for the first time in my life, I tasted what women around the World have been forced to taste since time immemorial, male ejaculate. In this case, it was my own. And at this stage I didn’t care, I had at last had an incredible sexual experience, and although I was now well and truly her sex slave, I was happy and content. I actually thanked her for the incredible experience, and I began licking her pussy clean, tasting the saltiness of my own ejaculate.
Setting the rules
So our new life together began. She became ever more sexy, and ever more unattainable. She started wearing the sexiest lingerie she could find. She also started wearing leather pants, and leather skirts, and silk blouses. After 10 years of marriage she knew how to push my buttons. She did all sorts of things to get me aroused sexually. Then she would leave me high and dry. She would promise me that I could cum if I did the washing, and the vacuuming, and the laundry. Before I knew it, I was doing all of the housework.
For the next few months I found myself adjusting to our new lifestyle. I have always loved my wife dearly, but now I found that I was falling ever more deeply in love with her. It is not something that I could rationalize, or explain. I guess love is strange, or at least it can be.
One day, while Fiona and I were enjoying a morning cup of coffee together, I asked her if she could explain why it is that I actually enjoy being denied any say in our sex life. I told her that I didn’t understand how I could possibly enjoy being kept in chastity. She smiled and said “It’s because you are submissive. It’s just a part of your nature, and it’s a part of your nature that I love, because I am dominant in nature. After all, you must admit that when I do let you cum, you really enjoy it. Don’t you?”
I smiled and said “Yes, you’re right. You have taken me to new heights that I never thought were possible.”
I then added “You know Fiona, I find that by being denied the opportunity to climax, I spend a lot of my day thinking of you. I picture your beautiful round bottom, or those breasts that I love to suck, or your pussy that I love to use my tongue and mouth on. In fact you haunt my mind, and I become totally enchanted by the thought of you. That’s why I end up doing whatever you ask of me.”
Fiona laughed and we embraced and started kissing, and without giving it a second thought, I picked Fiona up in my arms and carried her through to the bedroom. I then gently placed her on the bed, and we carried on kissing.
She then pulled away and looked at me and said “You realize that you are my sex slave.”
I smiled and said “Well I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess you’re right.”
She then said, “if you are my slave then you better start taking orders.”
I was a bit surprised by that comment, and I said “I thought I was doing a pretty good job at following your orders. After all, I am so desperate to cum, you know I will do anything that you ask.”
She then laughed “Anything!?” and I realized that I had walked into a bit of a trap, so I said “Well, I guess so, within reason.” She then looked at me quite earnestly and said “What do you mean by ‘Within reason’?”
I said “well, I mean I am not going to break the law, or hurt anyone, or do anything that’s dangerous.”
She then looked at me with a feigned hurt expression on her face and said “I am upset that you would even think that I would ask you to do anything that would break the law, or hurt anyone. After all, I am a lawyer”
“I’m sorry Fiona,” I replied, “I guess I was wrong to qualify my comment like that.”
She smiled and then said “so that means you’ll do anything I ask, right?”
I looked into her beautiful green eyes, and said “Of course Fiona, I have total and absolute trust in you, and I will do anything that you ask.”
She smiled and whispered, “It sounds like you are agreeing to be my slave.”
I realized that this was not a decision to take lightly, but I found the thought of being her slave absolutely enchanting and exciting. I gave her a kiss and said, “If you want me as your slave Fiona, it would be an honour.”
She smiled, and again we kissed. This time it was a long sensuous kiss. Our tongues gently explored each other’s mouths while our hands explored and caressed every erogenous area of flesh that we could find. I was, once again, starting to feel the frustrating sensation that had by now become all too familiar.
I expected that Fiona would very soon be asking me to go down on her, or perform some other sexual function that would result in her having an intense orgasm. But, to my surprise she pulled away and said “Now slave. I want you to remove all of your clothes right now.”
So like an obedient slave, I started to remove my clothes, and I put them in a neat pile on the bed. I was then a bit surprised when she went to the drawer and pulled out the cuffs and chains, and this time cuffed my hands in behind my back, and then cuffed my ankles, so that I could only walk by taking very short shuffle steps. She then gathered my clothes together and walked out of the room with them. I was hoping that she would return with the key to unlock the chastity device, but unfortunately, she came back empty handed.
At this point I was standing beside the bed with my hands tightly secured behind my back, and my ankles chained together. The only other item I was wearing was, of course, the chastity device. She stood in the doorway and seemed to be inspecting me, I could see her mind working. She then approached me and reached out and held my plastic encased penis in her hand and said “Poor Uncle John.” She then added “I guess as long as your hands are tied up behind your back there is no need to keep Uncle John incarcerated. Is there?” “Not at all.” I replied quickly.
She then marched out of the room and came back shortly afterward with the key in her hand. She then removed the device and started stroking my penis. To the surprise of neither of us, my penis responded to her gentle touch immediately. She started flicking my penis with her finger and she said “You know. Now that you are my slave, this penis belongs to me.” “It may be attached to your body, but otherwise it is really no different to any other sex toy that I have.” She then leaned forward and gave it a lick. She then drew it into her mouth and started sucking it. Inside a minute I was very high, and true to form, she stopped and walked away. I was totally frustrated, but at least this time I was able to enjoy having an erection, which is a sensation that was denied me while I was forced to wear the chastity device.
She came back a minute later and started to remove her clothes. She did it slowly and sensually, and from time to time she would interrupt the process to rub herself against my naked body, and stroke my penis. Finally, she removed her bra, and laughingly she hung it on my erect penis. She then went over to the chest of drawers, opened her lingerie drawer and took out a 3 feet long red cord. She walked toward me with a menacing smile on her face. She then smiled and said softly “It’s time for Uncle John to experience the joy of bondage.”
She removed the bra that she had left hanging on my erect penis and started stroking my shaft until I was close to cuming. It didn’t take long at all because I was very high before she even touched my penis. She then took the cord and started to tightly tie up my penis and scrotum. It wasn’t painful, but it was a bit uncomfortable. She had tied the cord tightly around the base of my penis, and then looped it around each testicle to separate them, finally winding it around the shaft and tying it securely just underneath the head of my penis.
Goddess is her name
She then pushed me back onto the bed and I lay there feeling completely helpless. I was lying on my back with my hands tied behind my back, my ankles were also bound, and now my penis was fully erect and very tightly bound. Never before had I felt so totally powerless. Fiona then got up on the bed and stood over me. She was naked except for her black panties which I could see were wet at the crotch. She looked down at me and said “Now slave, tell me exactly how you are feeling right at this moment.”
I felt that she probably already new the answer to the question but I replied anyway “I’m feeling extremely helpless Fiona. In fact, I have never felt so vulnerable in my life.”
She then said “Well slave, I have never before felt so powerful. I have complete and total power over you. You are my property. You are to serve me and make me happy. As my slave, you no longer have the right to call me Fiona. From now on you must call me Goddess, because from this point on I am your Goddess. Do you understand slave?” “Yes Goddess.”
I replied. She then continued “Now slave I am going to ‘Queen’ you. Do you know what that means, slave?”
“No Goddess. I have no idea” I replied. She smiled and said “I am going to sit on your face and use you to achieve sexual gratification. You are to use your mouth and tongue as I command. Do you understand slave?” Again I replied, “Yes Goddess.”
Now it was very strange because although I was feeling very vulnerable, I was also feeling highly aroused sexually. It is a response and sensation that I simply couldn’t make sense of, but happily, I didn’t dwell on it. I decided to just go with the flow and enjoy the experience of being a slave to this woman who had, through her intelligence and force of character, turned me into her slave and herself into my Goddess. As I was thinking these thoughts she lowered her wet panty-clad pussy onto my mouth. This time, however, she grabbed my head and pulled my head firmly into her bottom so that my nose was pushed into her anus, and my mouth was covered by her pussy. I was intoxicated by the sensation. The feel and the scent of her womanhood had me highly aroused and then I suddenly realized that I couldn’t breathe. A few seconds later I started moving my head in an attempt to get some air, but she held me firmly and I couldn’t move or do anything about it. I decided to relax and rely on her to not let me suffocate. After all, I had agreed to trust her. She then moved forward and allowed me to breathe through my nose. She then said “Remember slave, although I hold the power of life and death over you, you must always trust me to look after you.” She then removed her panties and she commanded me to suck her clit. By now I was an expert at sucking her clit. It had reached the point where I knew by every little movement of her hips exactly what was expected of me. Faster or slower, gentler or harder, I could suck her exactly as she wanted. In hindsight, it was the first thing that she had trained me to do. It didn’t take long before she came. It is probably because she was very high before she mounted my face, but she had a very intense orgasm. I felt my face being held in a vice-like grip between her thighs as she came. And she came in an explosion of feminine nectar that I found absolutely intoxicating and highly sensual. I continued to lick up her juices, and to my surprise, her hips started moving again as she had a second, very intense orgasm.
After a few minutes, she got off me and lay on her back on the bed, and just relaxed. It was about 10 minutes later that she finally spoke. She said “Well slave you did well, and you should be rewarded. However, it will have to wait until tonight because I have to shower and go to work for a couple of hours, even though it is Saturday.” With that she got up and walked toward the bedroom door. Before she could leave the room I spoke up. “Excuse me Goddess, but shouldn’t you untie me?”
She looked around and said, “Oh yes I almost forgot to tell you, a slave is not allowed to speak unless he is asked a question.” With that she grabbed her soiled panties, wiped them against her pussy and shoved them into my mouth. She then left the room and had her shower. I lay there for another half hour to contemplate all that had happened.
Starting the sissyfication
She came back and started dressing for work. I still lay on the bed trussed up where she had left me. She started talking, and with her panties still stuffed into my mouth I could not join the conversation. She said “I am going to have some simple rules that you will have to follow. To start with, you will only wear clothing that I allow you to wear. I have locked away all of your clothes except for those that are needed when we have to appear vanilla. And even those are under lock and key. The only clothing that you free to wear whatever you want are woman’s clothes. Starting right now you are only allowed to wear feminine lingerie. Your male underwear has been thrown out in the trash. You will wear panties, stockings and garter belt under your work clothes. You will also shave your legs regularly. I will be inspecting for you. So you’ve been warned. Do you understand?” She then reached over and removed her panties from my mouth.
I replied, “Yes Goddess.”
She then went over to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of pink silk panties and walked towards me. I immediately had a sense of horror. She’s not going to make me wear those is she? I thought. Sure enough, she removed the cuffs from my ankles and started drawing the panties up over my legs. She had me stand up, and she continued to draw them up over my penis, that was still firmly tied up. She then started to untie my penis and, remarkably, it became instantly erect again. She then laughed “Well what do you know? I married a sissy boy.”
I was deeply embarrassed and ashamed, and I turned red in the face. She laughed again “Oh sissy boy is embarrassed!”
At this point I didn’t know what to do, and this was exactly the response that Fiona was hoping for. “Who would have thought that my macho husband, who was too masculine to even be seen in a pink sweater would be turned on by dressing as a sissy girl.” she laughed.
She then looked at my penis and said “Well, sissy boy we really have to do something about that erection if I am to get you back into the chastity device, and I am definitely not going to let you cum all over those pretty panties.”
She then told me to bend over the end of the bed. she then removed the belt from the leather pants that she was wearing and started whipping me with the belt. It stung quite a bit, and sure enough after about 3 or 4 strikes I was completely flaccid. I guess she was watching because before I knew it she had put the detested chastity device back on.
Finally, she removed the cuffs from my wrists and headed towards the front door as I stood there dumbfounded at all that had just transpired, wearing nothing but a pretty pair of silk panties, and still frustrated but aroused, and unable to do anything about it.
And, as she walked out of the door she said “Be sure to shave those legs before I come back.”
And that was the start of it all. From that point on, it became more than just a sex game. I also found that Fiona, would find new ways to control me. She would find new ways to ensure that I could not back out of this arrangement, although so far, I have never had the desire to back out. If anything it has been the opposite. The deeper she has drawn me in, the more I have enjoyed it.
“Places, please for Slave Six. Places.” A woman’s voice announced over the backstage speakers. It was the casual tone of the stage manager spoken in near monotone. The insouciant delivery was most ironic. Backstage, somehow or another in the darkness, the word “slave” was a commonplace word for these people. It made sense. “Slave” was business as usual, nothing at all out of the ordinary.
But Slave Six knew better. Butterflies churned deep down inside her stomach as she heard the steady beat of dance music on the other side of the red velvet curtain just ahead of her. Raucous cheering, from what must have been an all-male audience, would break out at regular intervals, sometimes punctuated with wild applause and even a few occasional catcalls. The music played to a crescendo and stopped. An emcee’s voice broke the short-lived silence. The words were garbled, but they made no difference. A drum beat was played, the same beat that accompanied just about every striptease act since the days of Vaudeville: Boom chakka chakka boom chakka boom. It played again and again, each time followed by the tortured screams of some unseen girl.
Slave Six knew her time would have to come altogether too soon. She felt an overwhelming sense of fear and dread, greater than anything she had ever felt, even in these last few days after her capture. She tried to fight back against the feeling, tried to be stoic and keep her wits about her. But it was impossible. Fear undermined her every thought rendered her weak in the knees. Her lovely nearly naked body betrayed her too as she began to tremble all over. Six wanted to turn away. She wanted to run, but she had no choice. The strong arms of two very large men held her up and walked her slowly forward.
“Final call for Slave Five: Slave Five,” announced the unseen voice.
Six could see “Slave Five” standing directly behind the center of the curtain. Five had been blessed with a beautiful hourglass figure. She almost looked like a Barbie Doll, complete with impossibly long legs that were so well defined, they almost seemed chiseled. Five might have even been a dancer in her former life. She had costumed appropriately as a ballerina in a tiny crinoline tutu, arm length white gloves, white stockings, and white ballet slippers. There was no elastic, no zippers, or snaps. Everything was a traditional eighteenth century, including her white silk panties, also tied at each hip with white satin ribbons, which were in turn, tied in petite little bows.
The top half of Five’s costume, however, painted a contrasting picture. It was a brief white bustier/corset which had been laced up tight around her waist. It stopped just sort of her lovely breasts, exposing them, accentuating them, even pushing them wantonly up and out for her would-be audience to see. Five had also been fitted with a white ball gag that was tied deep into the back of her mouth, also with a satin ribbon. Five would not be dancing in the ballet, of course. Instead, she had been carefully crafted to create something more like a pornographer’s dream, an almost unreal vision of innocence defiled and obscenity revealed.
White satin ribbons also held the poor hapless beauty captive. Her knees and her ankles were bound together. Almost ironically, this little prima ballerina couldn’t even dance a simple step. Elbows and wrists also had been pulled together behind her back and similarly bound. A male guard, more than twice her size, held her steady. One arm wrapped around her wasp like waist and lifted her on tiptoes in a perfect en pointe pose, however rigidly enforced. His free hand grasped her long blond hair which had been carefully braided into a single severe strand behind her head. The guard used it like a rope. As far as he was concerned, her hair was just another bondage point. He used to bend her trembling body backward. It was a difficult pose for Five. The two of them together had created a terrible tableau of helplessness and pain.
Slave Six struggled with her predicament as well. Her long and lithe female frame had been perched on top of a pair of impossibly high black patent leather mule shoes with six-inch heels. The simplest steps were nothing less precarious, especially on the hard tile floor. To make matters worse, she had been cuffed on each ankle and tethered with a short twelve-inch chain that jingled with every step. A ring gag held her mouth open wide, forcing her luscious lips into an almost perfect “o” which distorted her lovely face into a strangely enforced expression. It was as if she was permanently poised for a scream. Whatever it was, the scream would never come. Still, she managed some degree of personal dignity. She tipped her head back as she walked. It may have made it more difficult to maintain her balance, but she didn’t want to drool all over herself.
“Last call for Slave Five,” announced the unseen voice. “Last call.”
A quiet battle of wills began to unfold as the winsome young ballerina struggled to twist herself free from her guard. In turn, each of her own constricted movements would be swiftly countered. He was a mountain of a man easily twice her size. Her struggles made no sense whatsoever, but the reason no longer mattered. Five was mindlessly lost in a roiling sea of her own emotions, all of which told her to run. Together the two looked like they might have been characters in some sort of absurd tragedy, or a strangely choreographed sideshow, a little bondage ballet depicting man’s inhumanity to women. And, oddly, it played itself out almost in perfect time to the music.
Six’s “costume” if one could call it that, stood out in sharp contrast to Five’s. She wore all black: sheer thigh high nylons held up by the tiniest strap garter belt, a pair of thong panties almost equally as transparent, a satin underwired black half cup push up bra which covered only the bottom half of her breasts. The little bra had shamelessly exposed her nipples and imbued them with an almost continuous sense of motion. Her lovely cleavage looked like liquid under the skin: a bounce, a bobble, and a ripple accompanied each of her hobbled steps. In just a few minutes, they were sure to become a command performance in their own right, but her own debasement was made worse by her bondage. Her arms had been pressed together behind her back and forced into a single sleeve leather monoglove which painfully pulled her shoulders back and cantilevered her cleavage up and away from her torso. The winsome Six was already well too aware of the show that she had been putting on for the guards. She glanced ever so briefly at their eyes, but they never made contact with hers. They were riveted on her breasts instead, eagerly drinking in every bounce and jiggle.
“Showtime for Slave Five,” said the voice. “Showtime.”
Slave Five’s guard pressed his cheek against the helpless girl’s. He kissed her gently on the ball gag and whispered something, no doubt obscene, into her ear. In turn, the frightened girl stiffened up and called upon every muscle in her lovely body to wrench loose from his grip in one last heroic effort, but is was futile. The guard just laughed. It was all part of his plan. He pulled her by the hair until and tipped her head back as far as it would go. A fanfare played. The curtains parted. And the two of them were framed in a bright white spotlight. Then, right on cue, the guard lifted the terrified girl off her feet and took a giant step on stage. In a trice, the curtain fell closed behind them as the audience roared with approval.
The corridor went dark once again. Slave Six was now all alone with the two leering guards. They walked her to the same place where the ill-fated Slave Five had stood. One of them pinched her nipples. She let out a squeal, but no one cared. The noise on the other side of the curtain had become deafening. The music played to a new crescendo. Somehow or another over the top of it all, Slave Six could hear the tortured screams of her predecessor.
“Makes them hard,” the guard spoke directly into her ear as he pinched her a second time. Another hand grabbed her by the ass.
“Final call for Slave Six,” said the voice. “Final call.”
A finger found its way past the tiny thong panty and worked its way up into her sex. Shocked and surprised, she stood up on tiptoe. She tried to wiggle away, but the finger stayed right with her, penetrating her, friction her, and fucking her by proxy. Six turned beet red in the darkness and closed her eyes in shame and humiliation.
“Oh,” she moaned in protest, shaking her head from side to side. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“Makes you wet,” said the other guard.
The three of them may have been standing still, but her breasts began to jiggle all over again, this time from the fucking. Against her will, she started to moisten up. Her panties turned wet and transparent, clinging gently to the tender cleft of her sex, now a fleshy female camel toe almost offered up for all to see. A new sense of shame came over her. Everyone would know she was aroused. There would be ho hiding it. She tilted her head back even further, this time not as a matter of pride, but total surrender.
What could she do? She was no longer a woman. She was just a number, nothing more than so much girl flesh, all lips and tits, an innocent victim of sadistic depravity, a fleeting figure on stage who would be ruthlessly toyed and tortured against her will merely for a moment’s entertainment. She was a slave and nothing more.
The stage was had grown quiet. Five had stopped screaming, but her incoherent sobs could be heard even through the curtain. A new crescendo played.
“Showtime for Slave Six,” came the call. “Showtime!”
The curtains opened once again. The light was blinding. The emcee said something but no one really noticed. The half-naked, semi-aroused and totally humiliated Slave Six was thrust forward so hard that her head tipped forward releasing a mouthful of drool all over her bouncing boobs. Cheers filled the room. Life would never be the same for Slave Six.