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Enough ? by: Rose
Picture a house in a residential neighborhood of a medium sized
American city. Zoom in, look through the kitchen window, a man stands
at the sink, doing dishes, wiping the counter is average size, wearing
blue jeans, a t-shirt, a flowered apron. His face is set in a frown,
showing discontent, frustration, possibly anger. Looking closely, as
you zoom in tightly, on his face you see eye make-up and the remains of
lipstick. As your eye travels downward, small breasts seem to lift his
t-shirt and bra straps are visible. His motions are short and jerky,
his lips tremble and his chin shows the wrinkles are trying to stop
tears from flowing.
Following the camera lens through the house, in another room a woman
sits reading a book. A cup of tea, now empty and cold, sits on the
coffee table beside the couch. Jazz plays in the background. She seems
ready for bed, in a long robe, legs curled up underneath.
"This is not fun anymore and I want to stop."
"Did you finish in the kitchen?"
"Yes."
"Floor mopped, everything put away?"
"Yes, I said that I want to stop this."
"I heard you, but I want you to answer my questions. You're close to
being shall I say 'impertinent'."
John felt the discomfort of the chastity belt. When she was strict and
talked to him right in his face, he couldn't help but get a little bit
of a hard-on, and it pulled the plastic device forward and pinched the
skin behind his balls. While he was doing the dishes he had thought
about how he would make his request and now, with a sinking feeling, he
could see that she just wasn't going to listen to what he had to say.
This weekend he had hoped to be the big breakthrough, when Julia
finally agreed to play with his crossdressing and submissive fantasies,
and now, on the second night, he simply wasn't enjoying it. He felt his
penis was betraying him, he really wanted out of the chastity belt, out
of the bra and panties, and the freedom to sit down and watch TV with
his wife. Yet here she was, still playing the role. In the kitchen,
while he was doing the dishes, he started to think about going to the
gym after work tomorrow, and how he was going to explain his shaved
legs and underarms. It was while he was thinking about that that he
felt his chin pucker up and realized that the whole game had gone too
far. He decided to ask Julia to stop.
"Are you upset? Have you been crying?"
"Yes. I guess."
"Sit down next to me."
Julia knew that he was going to try to stop the game when he came out
of the kitchen. She could see the determination in his eyes, and the
anger behind it. But when he screwed up his courage and asked the
question she felt she just couldn't stop herself. As she asked him, in
her newfound stern voice, about his chores, she could feel herself
getting wet. She was surprised, just as she was surprised last night
when she found herself turned on by fucking him with the strap-on. What
she had thought she would do as a favor for her boy had resulted in her
pounding him until she came -- and came and came. And now, when his
determination crumpled, she felt powerful and sexy. The thrill felt
illicit, dirty, but as intoxicating as a martini.
She recrossed her legs as he sat down, just to feel the moisture
between them.
"We have to talk I guess," she said. "It's really been a powerful
couple of days, hasn't it?"
"You can say that again."
"Tell me best and worst." 'Best and worst' was shorthand they had
developed for conversations about joint experiences, movies to
vacations. It meant to tell the best and worst parts of the experience.
He hesitated. "Its hard to think about best, because now I don't like
any of it. I know worst though, Worst by a lot was Home Depot."
"Was it so bad?"
"It was awful. Everybody there could see the bra straps under my t-
shirt. I could see them looking at me. The cashier said 'nice make-up'
as I paid. I think the worst part was that I was alone. I felt like a
freak. And it wasn't sexy at all."
He was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward and she
reached up and rubbed his back as he talked. She felt him stiffen as
her hand went over the bra strap. Her hand went up to the side of his
head and she gently pulled him sidewise until he was lying down with
his head in her lap, facing away from her. She continued to stroke his
hair and face.
"So it was really bad, huh?"
"Oh god, it was awful," he started to sob.
"Go ahead, let it out. You deserve a good cry. I think you might have
gotten more than you asked for, haven't you."
Something really big has changed in me, she thought has she stroked the
head of her sobbing husband. Last week I would have been worried and
surprised at this behavior, and now it's all I can do not to order him
on his knees to eat me. Seeing him broken like this is an aphrodisiac
for me now. I don't want to give it up, I like this, and I guess I'll
have to tell him.
"Just relax honey, and let me talk to you for a while, Okay? I've never
liked to play these sex games before, but I'm really glad I agreed to
do this whole weekend. You've shown a side of you, vulnerable, weak, --
no don't cry when I say that ? I really liked it. I think you have a
lot of courage, not only to do what you did, Home Depot and all, but to
share it with me.
"And this weekend has been really great for me. I think the chastity
belt was the piece that let me enjoy it. When we've played games
before, they've always stopped when you came, and this weekend they
didn't stop, and that delay gave me time to get into it. Thanks.
"If I were to say Best and Worst, I'd have to say worst was trying to
get you dressed up pretty on Friday night. It was a lot of work, all
that shaving, make-up. It was worth it in the end, you looked cute."
His sobbing had quieted, and at this she saw a little smile on his
face. That smile won't last when I'm done talking she thought, so enjoy
it now, you poor sucker.
"Best, of course, was fucking the shit out of you with that strap-on.
You aren't going to like this, but the fact that you were crying turned
me on. You weren't crying because it hurt, were you?. You were crying
because you were overwhelmed. And you were crying because you had given
away all your power, and all your macho stuff, and finally were just a
little fuck-pillow!.
Her voice got hard as she said these words, and his eyes teared up. She
reached over and turned his face up to look at her. She put her hands
on each side of his face, leaned down and licked a tear off his cheek..
"You see, I'm turned on when you cry."
Still holding his face, she continued, "That's the change that's
happened. And I don't think either you or I can un-ring that bell."
"You know I spent some time on your computer this afternoon. I read
through a bunch of your favorite sites, and I looked at your journal."
Her hands left his face, one stroking his face, the other gentling
stroking his chest and stomach. Some of those things I thought were
very interesting, and some were far out. I don't think you really want
to be castrated do you?"
He shook his head vigorously. "No, that's just a fantasy, like all of
this."
"No, this is not a fantasy. This, whatever, this is, is the rest of our
lives together. "
It had felt good, comforting, peaceful to lie with his head in her lap,
her hand gently stoking his head. He had stopped crying and was
listening to her voice, soothing and supportive. So it was a shock,
almost a slap, when she turned his head towards her, and he could hear
her voice tighten as she told him she was turned on when he cried. The
trapped and helpless feeling he had first felt that afternoon, when he
realized he was going to the hardware store with make-up and a bra on,
and that he had felt when he stood at the kitchen sink, thinking about
his shaved legs, that feeling returned like a flood. He felt his chin
pucker and the tears rolling down his cheek, as she stared into his
face.
The fact that she had been in his computer started to worry him. What
sites had she seen? Did she find his passwords to Sissify? She had
obviously found his list of story sites, because the stories were the
only castration stuff he had ever seen. He realized that not only was
he trapped, he was frightened, scared. What was going to happen now?
Her hand was now rubbing his stomach, and up his chest, and she cupped
it around the flesh that was captured by his bra, and ran her thumb
over his nipple.
"I sure you're a little anxious about what I learned on the computer,
and I sure you think that this is just a weekend game, but I don't
think so."
He started to say, "But ?" and she shushed him.
"Don' interrupt, I want to explain my fantasies now, and how we're
going to live them. You're a cross-dresser, I've known that since we
were married, but now it's going to be part of your life. You will
never wear another pair of boxers again. Your legs and chest and
underarms will always be shaved, and when we're at home you will always
be dressed as a woman. I think you'll get better at it after a while. I
don't want a sex change for you, but I want you always to be feminine
around me.
"You know I ordered some hormones from one of those web-sites this
afternoon. I don't think I want you to get too feminine, but little
boobies would be cute, wouldn't they." As she talked she rubbed his
nipple through his bra between her thumb and her finger, pulling it
erect.
"Yes, I like this part of you. You'll become more of a housewife, or
maid, I think. And when you don't like it, when you start to cry,
you'll realize that it makes me hornier and hornier." He put his hand
over hers on his breast, but she put it back down by his side, and he
didn't show any resistance.
"I really liked some of the cuckold stories too. Are you ready for
that? Will you help me get dressed before I go out? Will you suck my
lover's dick.? You fantasize about those things, and they turn me on.
You see, you may have had enough, but I'm just beginning".
The camera focuses on the tears flowing down his face. It pans back
showing that he is on his knees, his t-shirt is off, showing a pink,
lacy bra. Her hands wrap around the back of his head and pulls him
between her legs. In a house in residential neighborhood of a medium
sized American city.
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