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To Everyone's Advantage.
I suppose it was wrong of me but it was only done out of concern,
love, even desperation. My husband of two years had grown distant
and preoccupied. Where once before he was attentive and loving,
now he seemed to only be interested in working on his computer,
and when he wasn't shut away with it, it was almost like he
wasn't here. I suspected that he was having some sort of affair
with someone he had met on-line. So, one Saturday morning, before
he got up, I snuck into his study and powered up his computer. It
didn't take long to disable his password protection and get into
his private directories, but I was surprised to find that his
chat logs were not what I expected. They were all very innocent,
and to male friends or work colleagues. What I did find though,
was a large amount of downloaded porn. I smirked to myself at
this. Could this be all he was doing here for so long, ogling
pictures of naked women from the net? He'd always been a bit of a
lech, but I just couldn't picture him spending so long just
looking at pictures and jerking off. I decided to scan through
them, out of curiosity. To my surprise there were actually no
nude pictures. They all seemed to be fairly mild, softcore
pictures of women, posing in lingerie. The largest section seemed
to almost exclusively of women in pantyhose. He clearly had a
thing for pantyhose that I'd never known about. I made a mental
note, and was just about to turn off the PC when I noticed another
set of directories. These contained web files, and pictures. The
pictures were more of the same, but when I opened the web pages I
got a shock. They were stories. Erotic stories. Stories about men
who liked to dress in women's clothes. There was more. Women
dominating men sexually, cuckolding them, humiliating them. What
was astonishing was that some of these stories were unfinished or
in the middle of being edited. They were Steve's stories. He was
writing them. I quickly mailed copies of the stories to my own
account so I could read them in more detail later, then I turned
off the computer and left the study, my mind reeling.
I found time to read Steve's stories during the week. They were
amazing. They didn't turn me on or anything but it was like being
able to read Steve's mind. I now knew every little quirk he had. I
knew all there was to know about his odd sexual fantasy. It didn't
revolt me but I was saddened. We were married, I loved him but
clearly we just weren't suited sexually. I wondered if there was
any woman alive that would actually suit Steve. However, I could
certainly fake what Steve wanted but had never asked me for. I
pictured the scene, like one of his stories. Then another thought
crossed my mind. Maybe I could make this work for us both.
It took a while to prepare, but almost a fortnight after I'd
sneaked into his study, I decided to let Steve had what he
wanted. In a way, it was too easy, since Steve had already
written the script for me. As we were preparing for bed, I
dawdled. Once Steve was in bed I picked up a packet of Haines
pantyhose and sat down beside him. "Do you like these?" I asked,
drawing them out of the packet. Steve looked surprised, and maybe
a little nervous, but tried to act casual. "Yes, I suppose." He
replied. I guessed that visions of wearing them himself were
dancing across his mind. But that was for later. Smiling at him I
slowly put on the pantyhose. It was soft and shiny, very high
quality, just like many of the models in his pictures wore. Steve
watched me intently, clearly turned on by my manner. I was just
wearing a smooth nylon bra and the pantyhose. "Well, how do you
like them now?" I asked, once I had them on - drawing my hands
over my smooth legs. "Very much." Replied Steve, reaching out to
fondle my ass through the silky fabric. "How would you like to
fuck me while I'm wearing them?" I asked. Steve's eyes flew wide
open. I never talked like this. He didn't answer. "Isn't that
what you'd like Steve?" I asked and got in beside him. I pulled
off his pajamas and took hold of his rigid cock. I didn't want him
to get nervous, so I gave him another reassuring smile and then,
bending down, I sucked him a little, and he groaned.
"What I don't know is, how you'll be able to fuck me while I'm
wearing my pantyhose." I mused. Steve just gaped at me. I became
serious for a moment. "This is turning you on isn't it?" I asked.
He just nodded. I smiled. "Good. Now, spread your legs. He
frowned, but complied with my command. I scooted my ass in
between his legs and then draped mine over his. Taking his cock
in one hand I slowly enfolded him between my legs, trapping him
between my soft, pantyhosed thighs. Steve gave a strangled gasp.
Clearly this was wonderful for him. I began gently rocking my
legs, allowing him to slide between my nyloned thighs. I gazed
into his eyes. "Is this good for you baby?" I asked. He groaned
again. "You'll have to answer me." I said, stopping for a moment.
"Yes, yes darling." He said, desperately shoving himself between
my legs. "Good." I purred, and resumed my slow movement. "I knew
you would like this, because I've been reading your stories."
Steve's eyes grew even wider. He looked terrified. "Don't worry
baby." I said. "Everything's going to be fine. In fact it's going
to be wonderful. I'm going to do everything to you that you've
dreamed of. Steve groaned again. "Starting tonight, you're going
to get to wear my panties and go down on me. I'm going to put you
in pantyhose and then over my knee for a spanking." Another
groan. "You'll have your own sissy dresses and serve me as my
maid. You'll come and come and come all over your lovely clothes
and mine." He was close now, his eyes, hooded, clouded.. "And
what's more, I'm going to have a series of slutty affairs. I'm
going to fuck around, whenever and with whoever I feel like, and
you'll get to hear every detail, and listen to me from the spare
bedroom." As I spoke his eyes met mine again, and I looked deep
into him. I had him. "You'll like that won't you." I said calmly,
without breaking my gentle rocking, and with that he exploded his
come all over my thighs, the warm jet shooting between them.
drenching the pantyhose.
This hadn't taken long, and in fact, I'd hoped to make it last
longer. I wanted Steve to enjoy this so much that he would become
addicted to this kind of relief. I knew that now would be the most
dangerous time for my plan. Having come, Steve might very likely
get cold feet about this. I had to reassure him quickly, before
he managed to regain his senses. I quickly peeled off the
pantyhose and threw it into a corner. In time, he would be
begging to clean them with his mouth, but for now I didn't want
to allow him to humiliate himself while all this was still new. I
gave him a smile and a gentle kiss on the lips. I snuggled in
beside him. "Well. Did you enjoy that darling?" I asked as non-
threateningly as I could.
"Have you really been reading my stories?" he asked in reply.
Second thoughts hadn't taken long to surface.
"Of course. I've read all that you've written, and others that you
saved to your computer. You're really a very good writer."
"They were private, my most personal things honey." he said
evenly. "I can't believe that you invaded my privacy like that."
I could tell that he felt he had to say this, but I could detect
no real anger in his voice. For a moment I wondered if I could go
through with this, emasculating my husband in this way, but then I
remembered the look in his eyes when I told him I was going to
sleep around and I knew I had to go through with it - for my sake
as well as his. I needed a real man, and Steve could never be
that to me again. I would continue to live with him, and I would
always love him, but he would nerver possess me sexually again. I
would treat him occasionally, by indulging his sissy fetishes but
I would find sexual satisfaction from other men. Men who could
fuck me, take me, possess me as a woman needed to be. Even if he
could go through the motions, Steve could never satisfy me like
that again, not now, even if he ever could. Steve was just going
to have to accept this, but, if I'd read his stories correctly,
he was not only capable of accepting it but would actually enjoy
it. - perhaps not at first, but once I'd worn away his male
pride, and treated him to the delights of humiliation from his
dominant wife, then he would come to love sharing me, and
eventually this could work out to everyone's advantage.
"I know, darling." I replied to Steve. "But aren't you glad I've
read them? Don't try to deny that you enjoyed what I just did to
you." Steve looked away, he couldn't look me in the eyes when he
spoke. "But Carrie, those are just stories. Obviously they contain
elements of fantasies of mine, but that doesn't mean that I want
them to happen in real life."
I knew he was lying of course. I'd prepared for this. I reached
over to the beside locker and got out a printed copy of one of
his stories that I'd placed there. When Steve saw what I had in
my hands, he tried to protest, and made as if he was going to get
out of bed altogether. For a second I thought I was going to lose
him - he was bigger and stronger than me and if he really wanted
to he could stop me and prevent all this from happening. Of
course, he didn't really want to, and that was where my advantage
lay. Before he could get out of bed I simply moved over and
kissed him on the mouth, pushing my tongue between his lips and
pressing my soft breasts against him. In a second he had stopped
struggling and I moved over him, lying on his chest, my legs
around his legs, my soft pussy trapping his cock agaisnt his
belly. I smiled at him. The secret to winning this, was to keep
smiling.
"Steve, Steve, this is your wife, Carrie here, not some demon slut
from your stories. I love you, I want to make you happy. Now, I'm
going to read you your own words and don't even think of denying
that they turn you on, I have your cock right between my legs, and
I'll feel every twitch." I moved the papers onto the pillow beside
Steve's head and began to read from the section I'd noted before.
"Softly, she pulled the stocking up his newly shaven legs..."
By the time I had finished reading Steve's dress-up fantasy to him
his breath had shortened and his cock was a rod of iron pressing
against my pussy. The images of Steve in lingerie and hose hadn't
done anything for me but it clearly drove Steve wild, especially
having me read it to him like this. The sight of him so turned on,
kind of excited me a little too, I had to admit, but I had to
press home my advantage.
"Now Steve, I want you to answer me. Your story describes a lacy
nylon chemise. I suspect you're describing one of mine. Would you
like to wear it and then go down on me? Suck my pussy while
wearing my silky lingerie?" It was an innocent enough question,
but it seemed like torture for my poor agonised husband.
"No!" he gasped out, through gritted teeth.
I had to admit I was surprised "Why not baby?" I asked, concerned.
He really did seem to be in almost physical pain.
"Because if I admit that, then I'll have to admit to everything in
the stories and I don't want that. I don't want to lose you."
Tears welled up in his srewed-up eyes.
"Oh silly, you're not going to lose me. Even in your stories, the
wife or girlfriend never leaves. She never even stops loving her
sissy. She just finds sexual relief with other men. Is that so
bad? You have to admit it turns you on..." Still he resisted, his
eyes closed tight, his mouth in a line, tossing his head from
side to side below me, almost a caricature of childish defiance.
Slowly, the penny droped with me. I had to force him.
"You realise Steve, that this is going to happen, no matter what
you say." I spelled out slowly. His eyes opened. "You don't
actually have a choice in what I do anymore." His eyes met mine.
"I'm going to sissify you. I'm going to dominate you. I'm going
to cuckold you. Whether you like it or not." His eyes drooped, he
could no longer meet my gaze. It was an incredible feeling, to
break his spirit like this, just with my words. "What is required
of you, is to accept it, and accept it you will. In fact you will
enjoy it." If I had any doubt about whether this was the right
thing to say or do then it was dispelled by Steve's cock's
reaction to my words. It was as hard as it ever had been when he
had been a man. Steve groaned helplessly beneath me, and a tremor
ran through his body. Suddenly I realised that he was close to
coming. My words and the slight friction of my pussy against his
cock were enough to drive him over. Quickly I raised myself off
him. I was fully in-character now. "Don't you fucking dare come!"
I hissed at him.
"I've already let you make a mess in my bed once, and you've done
nothing but defy me since. Now get over my knees this instant!"
Steve was stunned, but I wasn't going to give him a chance to
protest. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled him
out of bed and in front of me. He was helpless, trembling,
frightened. For a moment I took pity on him. I looked into his
eyes. "Steve, you do understand that I love you." he nodded
dumbly, close to tears. Soon he would be closer. "Steve, you're
confused. Once you're over my lap then things will be clearer. A
spanking will let you let go, let you understand that I am in
charge, take away this silly pride. You do want that don't you."
He nodded again, he would have agreed to anything I suggested. I
reached up to him,and he got down on his knees and made to lie on
my lap.
"No, Steve." I admonished. "This is a punishment spanking. For
defying me, and to release you from your pride. You will not be
allowed to come on my lap. Move back so your cock isn't touching
my legs." He did so. "Now, if you should come before I tell you
to, then you will sleep in the spare room for a week,
understand.? Understand?"
"Yes Mistress." he said quietly.
"Not mistress." I said. For some reason, I didn't like the word.
"Just Carrie will do for the moment.".
"Yes Carrie." he said, and I rewarded his obedience with the first
slap on his buttocks. He yelped, which surprised me. I couldn't
imagine how anyone could enjoy being spanked but it was such a
featureof his stories that I felt it was vital to do this, and
like I said, it would help to break his spirit. After a couple
more slaps I found myslef starting to enjoy it. Every slap felt
good, and made me think of every little chauvanistic thing he had
ever done. How he never cleaned up after himself, his insistence
on driving all the time, even though I was a better driver. The
fact that he very subtly rubbed it in that he earned more money
than I did, even though I was better qualified. Every little
thing, and now this latest thing, that he was a secret
pantywaist, that he'd married me despite this, and then kept it a
secret for years. I realised that I was pouring all this venom
out as I spanked him. Spitting out "And this is for.. And this is
for .." with every slap. Steve's ass was glowing red and his face
was almost purple. I was tiring and, to my suprise was enormously
turned on. I stopped spanking and felt Steves's ass cheeks. They
were hot to the touch. Without letting him up, I reached over and
got a jar of moisturising cream from my bedside locker. I scooped
a generous portion out and gently rubbed it into his hot cheeks.
I saw the relief in the colour of his face. "What do you say?" I
asked, lightly, as if I was handing him a cup of coffee.
"Thank you Carrie." he gasped and suddenly he was in floods of
tears. He cried and cried, great hacking sobs welling up in his
chest and bursting out. I lifted him and held him to me, soothing
him, and shushing him. There was no need for more words. When he
seemed to be over the worst of it. I got up and went to my
wardrobe. I fetched out the chemise that I'd mentioned earlier
and a pair of black opaque pantyhose.I helped Steve into bed and
then handed him the lingerie. For a moment he looked like he
might resist again, but a quick look into my eyes made him think
otherwise. He put on the pantyhose with a practiced movement, and
then slipped on the silky chemise. He looked pretty silly but I
gave him a smile and then lay down beside him. His cock was still
totally rigid but I didn't go near that. "Are you feeling better
now baby?" I asked and when he nodded I moved closer and kissed
him. "I love you." I said, and began to run my hands over the
silky chemise and over his legs. He seemed to like that. "Do you
like the feel of my clothes?" I asked.
"Oh yes." he replied, lying back, letting my hands move over his
body.
"Do you wear my panties when I'm not here?" I asked.
"Sometimes." he replied. I'd never suspected. I wondered if he had
his own stash hidden in the study. I would have to investigate
later.
"And do you wank in them?"
He hesistated a little, but only a little. "Yes, Carrie." he said.
I noticed a particular tone that came into his voice when he was
submittig to me. I liked it.
"But this is better." I said.
"Oh yes!" he moaned emphatically.
"Good. Now how would you like to lick my pussy?"
"Oh yes please." he gasped.
"Then you may. But you still may not come. Now make sure you don't
have any accidents while you're down there, keep your ass in the
air."
Steve scooted down and in a moment, his head was buried between my
legs. I lay back and let myself enjoy it. He was quite good at
this, and I could tell from his stories that he liked to do it.
In many of course, the sissy character sucked his wife's lover's
come from her pussy and in the future he might get to do that
too. The thought aroused me more, and I pressed Steve's face
against myself harder to encourage his licking and sucking. I
thought of how good it had felt to spank him. The feeling of
power over him, my dominance of his will all excited me
especially the thought of how I would treat him in the future and
how he would serve me like he was doing now. And then, the
thought of taking any man I liked to bed and still keep my
husband to serve me. The thought of how I would whore myself
around drove me over the edge and I let my orgasm wash over me as
Steve's tongue rasped on my swollen clit, my legs clamped around
his bobbing head.
When I was done, I looked down at my sissy husband. He seemed
strangely happy too. Of course, this was his fantasy, to be used
in this way. I decided to take pity on him for the moment. I was
tired and wanted to go to sleep. I supposed I could have simply
rolled over and slept, but I didn't trust him not to jerk off
while I was asleep, and I wanted to control his every release. I
smiled at him. "That was good Steve." I said. "Would you like to
come now?"
He nodded rather pathetically.
"You already came once tonight, and between my legs too." I
admonsished, as if to a greedy child. "That won't happen very
often from now on you know. Coming more than once a day will be a
no-no, and between my legs will be a very special treat."
He nodded, but he looked quizzical. I knew what he was thinking. I
laughed out loud.
"Inside me? Oh I don't think so! I can't imagine how good you
would have to be for that!" I laughed again at the
preposterousness of him entering me, fucking me. He looked
crestfallen but not in the slightest defiant. I had him well and
truly under my control. I smiled indulgently at him, and beckoned
him towards me with a crooked finger. "Come here baby, and Mommy
will make it better." I said, in mock baby-talk. Steve crawled up
the bed toward me on all fours and I motioned for him to lie down
on his back. I reached over to my bedside locker again and
fetched out the pair of black satin gloves that I'd bought after
reading one of his stories in particular. I saw Steve's eyes
widen in recognition when he saw them. This was a special thing
for him.
Wordlessly, but with a smile, I pulled down his pantyhose and took
hold of his aching member. I looked into his eyes. "Now Steve, I
want you to promise me that you will never wank again without my
permission. I will not punish you if you do. I will leave you. Do
you understand"
"Yes Carrie. I promise." He said firmly.
I knew he meant it, but he would probably need help keeping his
promise. In the meatime, though I was happy to give him his
reward. "Tell me how you love me." I said as I began to gently
pump his cock with my gloved hand, letting the satiny fabric slip
over his cock.
"Oh, I love you, I love Carrie. Oh God Carrie, I love you." he
babbled, and I smiled at him while keeping a slow, steady pace
with my hand, jerking him off while his face contorted in a
grimace of utter pleasure. When I felt him thob in my hand, I
lifted myself up and pressed the end of his cock between both
hands, sliding the satiny gloves rhythically over his shaft,
until, out of control he spasmed and bucked, sparaying his come
all over himself and the camisole. I was careful not to get the
gloves stained, and to make sure he only made a mess of himself.
While Steve caught up with himelf I quiclkly removed the gloves,
slipped on my nightie, and got back under the covers.
Steve was back on planet earth by this time, and when I judged he
was able to speak I ordered him, kindly but firmly to clean
himself up, get a white cotton nightie out of my drawer and get
back into bed. He did so, dumbly and without any discernable
emotion he seemed totally drained.
When he got back into bed, I was already lying on my side, facing
away from him. "I love you Carrie." He said quietly and made to
put his arms around me. "That's nice, dear, but I'd like to go to
sleep now, if you don't mind.." I replied, making my voice as
firm as possible. His hands snapped back from me, and he became
very quiet. I let a minute pass and then sighed out loud. "Look
Steve, don't lie there sulking. I've just indulged your deepest
sexual fantiasies for you and I'm tired. We'll do it again some
other time, but you need to stop thinking about yourself all the
time. I have needs too you know."
His complete emasculation was evident in the tone of his reply. As
I scolded hime he stumbled out "I'm sorry Carrie .... I
understand .... Whatever you say Carrie."
"That's good." I said, finally. "Now, go to sleep."
And so so we did, and as I slept I dreamt of how I was going to
indulge myself with him and with others during the coming weeks.
The End, probably. I don't really see myself coming back to this
one to be honest.
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