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My Wife Karen
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My wife of five years moved her lips close to one of my
ears. "You know!" She said, breaking the silence that had
been enveloping us for the last couple of minutes. "I guess I
have to agree with you. Satin and lace do make a person feel
sexy and feminine!" She teased.
She was throwing my own words back into my face. Words that
I had said to her just a month earlier when I told her she
should stop wearing cotton panties. Her only response at the
time was that cotton panties were more comfortable.
But four weeks later, on her birthday, she had more to say
after opening her present and finding several pairs of lacy
panties and a matching bra and panty set constructed of
shinny satin inside the box.
She looked at me for a moment, then back at the contents of
the box, then back at me again. I smiled, then shrugged. "I
think they pretty! Not to mention sexy!" I told her, already
aware that she wasn't pleased.
A moment or two passed, then she she moved the box onto my
lap. "If you like them so much! You wear them!" She said in a
firm voice. I told her not to be like that, but after a short
time she lifted the matching bra and panty set up between us.
"I mean it!" She told me. "If you like them so much, you
wear them. If you show me that you like them enough that
your willing to wear them, then I'll consider wearing them
myself!" She said matter-of-factly.
I felt myself blushing a little as I lowered my eye's. When
I looked up she was still starring at me. "I'm serious." She
said. "If you'd really like to see me wearing them, then
you'll put them on for me first." She said. Then she stood
up and told me that she was going to take a quick shower
before bed.
I followed her into the bedroom after switching off the
T.V. and the lights, then I sat on the edge of the bed and
listened to the sound of the water hitting the shower
enclosure. I don't know what caused me to decide to call her
bluff, but the next thing that happened was that I had
stripped off everything I was wearing.
My hands were quivering as I removed all the tags and such
from the lace and satin bra, which I wrapped around me and
fastened closed. Once I had done that I slipped the elastic
straps up my arms and into place on my sholders.
I quickly pulled the single tag from the high cut French
style panties, then held them open while I stepped into them.
I would have had to admit that they felt delightful on my
bottom and absolutely fabulous against my dick, but I wasn't
allowed much time to think about it because just then I heard
the shower stop.
I put the box down, then quickly slipped under the covers
on my normal side of the bed. I fluffed them up to my chin,
then closed my eye's. Karen came out of the steam filled
bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed while she towel
dried her hair. She commented that she was glad the weekend
was here and that she needed a change of pace after the
hectic week she'd put in.
I agreed that it was nice the following day was saturday,
then I laid quietly, as if trying to sleep. In truth my
wearing of the feminine lingerie made me feel so naughty that
I had a huge erection.
After turning off the lights she got into bed. I waited
several seconds before turning so I was facing her, then I
moved so my body was pressing against hers. Then I slipped my
leg up over her hip so my knee was lying at the top of her
thighs.
I felt her hand move up my back, then stop when she came to
my bra. Slowly she traced her fingertips along the edge,
around my side and then along the stiff underwire surrounding
one of the empty cups. While she was doing this her other
hand slid down my side and onto my hip. After she felt that I
was wearing panties as well, she slipped it over the satiny
material onto one side of my bottom.
"I guess you do really like that kind of lingerie!" She
whispered, rubbing her hip against the front of my panties
and my stiff penis underneath. I heard myself catching my
breath when she started to pinch and tweak my nipple through
the then cup of my bra. "So much so." She said. "That wearing
it even turns you on! Doesn't it?" She asked gleefully.
I tried to make a joke out of it by saying that one of us
in our relationship had to be the one to wear the lace and
satin. "It's obvious that you should be that person!" She
answered, adding. "Since you like it so much!"
She was feeling my bottom through the back of my smooth
panties while she continued to play with my nipple through
the cup of my bra. I was trying to think of something to say
in response to her comment, but kept drawing a blank. Seconds
streched into minutes and then longer.
That was when she made the comment about lace and satin and
how it made me feel sexy and feminine. She snickered then
added. "Your hard dick is proof that you enjoy feeling that
way! Sexy and feminine that is!" Her tone of voice was almost
sarcastic, but not quite.
I shuddered when she moved her hand from my bottom, around
my hip and onto the lunp my erection made in the front of my
panties. "I never would have guessed that you were a sissy!"
She teased as she began to slowly rub her hand hand up and
down the length of my hard member. "You do a good job of
hidding it." She added playfully.
I protested that I wasn't a sissy, but she countered by
asking what else could I be. "Wearing girls panties and a bra
turn you on!" She said, then asked. "Isn't that what a sissy
is? A boy who likes girlie things?" She snickered when she
realized I didn't have a ready answer then she took advantage
of the opportunity my silence provided.
"It's alright James!" She said, adding. "I kind of like the
way the things your wearing make you feel!" She used her
tounge to fuck my ear. "For some reason feeling these panties
and this bra on you make me hot!"
She played with my dick through my panties for a while
longer, then after lowering the front of them, she mounted me
in the female superior position. "Since your a little sissy
you have to be on the bottom like you were a real girl!" She
told me as she started to move up and down on my stiff cock.
Now she was tweaking both of my nipples through the cups of
my bra. "We'll have to do something to fill out your bra like
it should be though!" She said, then she stiffened up for a
short period. It didn't last long, but she usually climaxed
more then once and that was only the first.
After a stronger and more intense second orgasim she
climbed off of me then got to her feet, standing beside the
bed. She planted her hands on her hips as she looked down at
me. "You shouldn't have stopped with just a bra and a pair of
panties though!" She told me shaking her head.
I watched as she went to her dresser and in the darkness
rubbaged through several of her drawers. She dropped
some things on the bed when she came back to stand beside it.
The lack of light made it so I couldn't figure out what she
was doing when she pulled one of my legs up into the air.
Once I felt her pulling something over that foot and
halfway down my calve I realised what was up! She was
encasing my legs in nylons. I didn't fight to hard when she
did the same to the other leg and I even lifted my bottom up
when she pulled the upper part over my ass and hips.
"Now my little sissy!" She said in a very sarcastic voice.
"Here's a pretty feminine slip for you to put on!" She added
and then she dropped something onto my tummy. The elastic
waistband was the first thing I felt and after holding it up
for only a moment she told me to put it on. Only now her
voice was hard and stern.
I don't know why, but I put my smooth nylon covered feet
through that slip then pulled up up around my middle while
Karen slipped something into the cups of my bra. "This will
help fill out that bra of yours!" She exclaimed playfully,
kneading the now protruding mounds with her fingers several
times.
While my attention was focused on looking down past my new
bustline she dashed to the closet where she pulled one of her
flirty sun dresses off of it's hanger. "Lift up your arms!"
She ordered as she raised the dress over my head. After
feeding the sleaves over my hands she dropped the dress so
that it floated down into place.
She pulled the long zipper running up the back closed, then
twisted my sholders so I was looking at her. "Don't move!"
She said moving away from me. Suddenly the room was filled
with light that made it almost impossible for me to see. I
rubbed my eye's and squinted, waiting for them to adjust.
Once they had I saw her standing a couple of feet in front
of me smiling at me as she looked me over. "Well look at
yourself sissy!" She mused. "Your experiencing what every
little panty-waist wishes for! To have a woman force them to
dress up in her feminine clothes!" She seemed to take great
delight in saying that to me.
"Oh, there is one thing missing!" She said putting a finger
to her lips. Raising her eyebrows she asked me if I knew what
it was, to which I answered that I didn't. "Shoes you silly
girl!" She said folding her arms under her breasts. "Quickly
now, put on a pair of heels like a good girl!" She said
motioning toward the closet with a nod of her head.
It was not only because of how I was dressed, but also how
being dressed this way was making me feel. I was embarrassed
that I kind of liked the way the feminine clothes felt to
wear. The guilt combined with the shame didn't leave me any
other choice but to submissively do as she said.
I was amazed at how easily my feet slipped into a pair of
her white high heeled pumps, the nylons acting as a kind of
lubrication. I felt a little wobbly as I made my way back in
front of Karen and presented myself.
She circled around me, then pushed me onto the bed. I felt
her climb ontop of me and then I heard her laugh. "Well
sissy!"She said, adding. "All your lacking now is make-up!"
Her tone of voice made it obvious that she was trying to
tease me, to embarrass me as much as possible.
I felt one of her knee's press against my inner thighs,
then move up and over my still hard organ. "I can feel that
your loving what I'm doing to you! So much so that you would
probably like me putting make-up on you!" She taunted in an
almost scolding voice.
She grabbed my hair with her hands and held me so I was
forced to look up at her. "I want to hear you say it!" She
said, wrinkling her nose. "Confess that you enjoy being my
little sissy!" She ordered.
To make a long story somewhat shorter after continued
prodding and her ordering me to say that to her I finally
told her in a meek voice that I liked what she had done to
me. But that wasn't enough because as soon as I had said that
she made me say that I liked being a sissy and that I loved
wearing girls clothes.
"Since your obviously going to be the one wearing the lace
and satin in this relationship, from now on I shall consider
you the wife!" She said with a broad grin. "And I shall be
the husband!" She quickly added.
She bent down so her face was close to mine. "And a good
wife is obediant! Isn't she?" She asked. I nodded my head and
answered with a yes Karen. "And since your going to be an
obediant wife you will do what ever I tell you to do! Won't
you sissy!" She asked. She was very stern, almost harsh
sounding now.
I was actually a little frightend as I nodded my agreement.
"Yes Karen." I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep
breath, then sat up.
"Now you little sissy bitch!" She said folding her arms
under her breasts. "Who's the boss around here?" She asked.
I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was.
She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. "That's right
you little sissy cunt! And since your now my wife! You will
do everything a faithfull little wife should do for her
husband! Understand?" She asked loudly. I nodded.
I didn't even see it comming, but I sure felt it when her
open hand landed aginst the side of my face. "That's not the
correct way to answer me bitch!" She yelled.
"Yes I understand!" I blurted out as I rubbed my cheek.
Without saying another word she twisted me so her knee's were
pinning my arms down under them.
"As my wife I expect you to be wearing feminine girls
panties from now on!" She said, adding. "All the time just
like a real girl!" She smiled at me. "And whenever your home
I expect you to be dressed like a sissy in a dress or skirt
and blouse and a bra and panties and a slip, nylons and high
heels!" She said, her stern voice not leaving any room for
discussion.
"And if I'm ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you
can plan on being punished!" She told me. "Just like any
naughty little girl!" She added. "I'll make you bend over,
then lift your dress up so it's out of the way and then I'll
swat your bottom with my hairbrush until you aren't able to
sit down!" She gleefully told me.
With my arms pinned down she had forced me to turn so I was
lying flat on my back. After discribing what she might do to
me she moved down from my waist so she was straddling my
hips. This caused my hard penis to center itself between her
thighs as she slid down over it.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, opening her eye's as wide as they
would go. "Your even harder then you were! Hearing what I
have planned excited you!" She laughed for a moment. "Then I
shouldn't have any trouble at all turning you into my little
sissy slave-girl should I?" She teased.
When she saw me shake my head she told me to stick out my
tounge. Once I had she raised up onto her knee's. "Now show
me how good my sissy slave-girl is at worshiping my pussy! A
pussy that she wished she had between her own legs!" She
said. Then she lowered her crotch down so my tounge slid
passed her lips into her wet tunnel. She didn't stop until
her pussy was covering my mouth.
I couldn't figure out what had happened to me. All I knew
was that submitting to my wife and being dominated and forced
to dress in these girls clothes excited me so much I was
almost willing to do anything she ordered me to do. "Come on
sissy! You can do better then that!" She exclaimed loudly and
I eagerly increased my sucking and licking of her crotch.
I continued to use my mouth and tounge to, what she called,
"Worship" her pussy, making her climax at least twice. The
whole time she told me about things she said she would like
to make me do and about things she said she would like to do
to me.
"I'd like to make you as feminine looking as possible!" She
started out saying, then she went on. "Maybe force you to
take female hormone pills that would cause you to grow firm
breasts like any real girl! Then after you've been trained to
act and move like a woman I'd love showing you off to my
friends! Maybe even inviting a select few to get into bed
with you!" She teased over and over.
"After you were to feminine looking to keep on working I
might dress you up and then send you into a gay bar to earn
some money to make up for your lack of income!" She said
openly showing her amusment at the image that statement
created in her head.
"Once I've totaly feminized you so that you'd never be
looked on as a male again, I might start dating other men
again. I might even set you up with a date of your own and we
could double!" I was feeling more and more humiliated because
everything she was saying seemed to make me feel more
excited.
I was to the point even the slight movement of my panties
over my erect cock felt like it was going to make me come. I
was thankful that she stopped and that she moved off of my
face before that happened.
After lying down along side of me she began to gently move
her hand over the obvious lump in the front of my dress. She
didn't apply enough pressure to make me come, but just enough
to tease and frustrate me.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth about yourself sometime
durring these last five years?" Karen asked as she playfully
rubbed my dress and slip over my panties.
I stammered for a moment, then managed to say. "I didn't
know." Of course she asked me "Didn't know what?". The
embarrassment that flood through me was unbelievible, but I
forced myself to answer her.
"I didn't know that I would enjoy wearing girls clothes!" I
said. She prompted me until I added. "And that I was really a
little sissy!" She seemed pleased hearing me say that and she
told me I was a good girl for being honest and answering her
like she wanted me to.
"Don't you get excited thinking about being forced to wear
girls clothes all weekend?" She asked knowingly. After I
replied that it did she asked me if I wanted her to do that
to me and once again I answered positively. Then she asked,
well more like stated. "Thinking about me making you into my
little slave-girl really turns you on doesn't it!" She
laughed when I admited that it sounded exciting.
She gently and cautiously slipped her hand under my dress,
then moved it up onto my tummy. "I should make you wear a bra
full time as well!" She said teasingly, as she slipped her
hand under the lacy elastic waistband of my panties.
She kissed my neck and licked my ear as she worked her hand
around over one hip then wedged it under one side of my
bottom. "Of course if I force you to become my slave-girl
that means I'll probably use you just like a real girl once
and a while!" She said as she worked her hand down so her
fingers were moving freely in the valley between my cheeks.
"I don't see how I could have a little slave-girl and not
take her just like any other girl would be taken? Do you?"
She asked pressing the tip of one of her fingers against my
tiny opening. "Do you see any possible way that you could
keep that from happening?" She asked as she pushed the first
1/3 of her index finger into my hole.
In a quivering voice I answered that I didn't know how that
could be kept from happening. "No I don't either!" She
snickered as she forced the rest of her finger into me until
her knuckles stop her from going any deeper.
She moved her lips very close to my ear. "But with you
being such a sissy and loving being made into a girl you
wouldn't mind something like that happening. Would you?" She
questioned as she began to move her finger slowly in and out
of my hole. After a couple of tenitive pumps she fell into a
slow and easy rythim.
"Am I right sissy?" She asked. "Would you like to be used
in that way?" She kept asking me, prompting me until she
forced me to tell her that I would probably enjoy being taken
like a real girl.
"Delightful!" She said after listening to me admit that to
her. "I think that I'd love to watch you being used like that
myself!" She added with an amused tone of voice.
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