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I live in a small town about an hours drive from the city where I work.
My wife and I have lived here all of our married lives, about 12 years.
What my wife does not know about me is that I have a fetish. I am a
submissive and I like to be dominated and dressed up in woman's
clothing and makeup. I go see a professional Dominatrix in the city
where I work about a dozen times a year.
For some reason, for about the last year and a half I have been having
more and stronger needs to be dominated and humiliated. About that time
I also began wearing a leather harness around my cock and balls that
pulls them down and stretches my scrotum separating my balls and making
me very horny. I put it on before leaving the house in the morning and
wear it all day at work and then take it off at night before I go to
bed. I keep it hidden in my basement. Then about a year ago I began to
wear lipstick and sometimes even nail polish on my drive too and from
work. Then about six months ago I started buying cigarettes, the long
skinny kind that are marketed exclusively to women, and smoking them on
the way to and from work. Before I started this I didn't smoke; never
had, except for an occasional cigar with my buddies when we have a
cookout or poker game. Then when I would be at home by myself, I would
do up my makeup and sit and smoke while I masturbated.
My wife does not smoke and she does not like to be around smokers. She
will even give me hell for smoking a cigar with my buddies when we are
together. She began smelling the smoke from my masturbation sessions,
when she would get home. Even though I tried to hide it by using fans
to draw it out an open window and then would even use an air freshener.
So I began leaving the house and wearing my lipstick and nail polish in
the car while driving around on country roads where I wouldn't run into
someone who might notice. That is where I got into trouble. There is
this county road that only has about three houses on it. It runs out of
our town for about eight miles before it comes out on a major highway
that leads back to town. That has become my favorite loop to smoke a
couple of cigarettes while wearing my nail polish and lipstick. Two of
those three houses are occupied by couples that my wife and I know.
One day while on my fantasy drive, I stopped at a three way stop on
that road, checked my mirror to make sure there were no cars behind me
and then to see if there were any cars coming from the other two roads.
There weren't, so I twisted the mirror so that I could see my face and
then took the time to freshen my lipstick and light another cigarette.
When I looked up there in a car setting directly in front of me, and
looking right at me, sat Carla and her sister Cathy.
Carla runs the beauty shop in our town, and knows everybody. Her sister
works at the bank and does nails in Carla's shop. She is the town
gossip and is called "Chatty Cathy" by almost everyone. Carla honked
her horn and pointed at me with a big grin on her face. Cathy had her
hand at her mouth and was laughing hysterically I stepped on the gas
and sped past the two of them. My heart was in my throat; I didn't know
what I was going to do. She clearly had seen me, and she knew who I
was.
When I got home I got rid of my nail polish, polish remover, lipstick,
and cigarettes. The only thing I could think to do if my wife ever said
anything to me was to deny, deny, deny. Then about three days later I
got a call at work. It was Carla. She told me that she wanted me to
stop at the beauty shop on my way home.
She said that if I didn't she would tell all her customers, "You'll
never guess who I saw the other day out driving down my road and what
they were doing."
I told her that I would be there.
All she said was, "Don't be late, I expect you by 5:00." She laughed
and then said, "You had better tell your wife that you won't be home
until late, you might want to warn her that you are going to get your
hair cut and styled too." then she laughed some more and hung up.
I left work early that day so that I wouldn't be late. When I got to
the beauty shop Carla was cutting the hair of a woman whom I knew. Her
sister Cathy was sitting at the nail table doing the nails of a woman I
have known since childhood, Tina. They both smiled at me as I stepped
into the shop. Carla just looked up and then told me to go set in the
back room, she would be there in a minute.
When I went into the back room it was filled with boxes of beauty
supplies, there was an old dinette table and four chairs. On the table
was a stack of beauty magazines and catalogs. There was also a pack of
cigarettes and an ashtray with about a dozen lipstick stained butts in
it. I sat there and very nervously waited. In about ten minutes she
came back and asked me if I had my cigarettes and lipstick. I told her
that I had gotten rid of them when I realized that she had recognized
me on the road that day. She got very annoyed and told me that I had
better get my ass down the street to the local drug store and buy a
nice dark shade of lipstick and a pack of cigarettes.
She said, "You know what brand to buy."
When I tried to reason with her that they knew me there, she said she
didn't care, if I had come prepared I wouldn't have put myself into
that predicament and it wasn't her problem. She then told me not to try
to shoplift the items and to be sure that I didn't I would have to
bring the receipt back to her.
I left the shop and headed down the street. I walked up to the cosmetic
display quickly and just grabbed a tube of lipstick in a dark maroon
shade. I headed to the counter and asked for a pack of Capri menthol
120s. I didn't even look the girl at the register in the face, I kept
my face down and made my purchase. The girl behind the counter made
some comment about how nice it was that I would get those items for my
wife, because her boyfriend would never buy her cosmetics. Then she
asked me if I was sure it was the right shade and did I need any help
finding anything. I just muttered no thanks and then made some comment
about my wife being busy and needing these things and left.
When I got back to the shop, Carla's customer had left, but Cathy and
Tina were still sitting at the nail table talking. Carla put the
lipstick on me and ordered me to get in the chair. Cathy then made a
comment about the brand of cigarettes I bought. Then Carla, Cathy and
Tina began discussing what kind of hairstyle I should have. Tina went
into the back room and brought out one of the beauty magazines and the
three of them began discussing my new style. They talked about me like
I wasn't even there.
Finally they decided what they were going to do. When I asked to see it
I was told that I didn't have any say in the matter. I protested and
stood and threatened to leave. I was told that would be fine, but all
of their customers for the next week would be told about my putting on
my lipstick in my car out on her road. I didn't like it, but I sat back
down in the chair. It took her almost an hour and a half to finish me.
When I was finally allowed to look I couldn't believe what she had done
to me. My hair was in curls, I knew it would be, they had me sitting in
rollers for almost forty minutes. But that wasn't all. She had darkened
my hair but then had frosted the tips of it. My hair was defiantly a
feminine style, though it was still fairly short. I guess the frosting
was what she was doing while she had me wearing some sort of hair cap
and was pulling strands of hair out through little holes in the cap.
I began to freak out when I saw myself in the mirror. Carla slapped me
in the face and told me to sit still. Then she and Cathy began taking
pictures of me with a digital camera. They gave me one of my long
skinny cigarettes and had me pose smoking it. While Carla was still
taking pictures Tina was talking quietly with Cathy. Cathy then pulled
Carla aside and began whispering to her. I knew that this could not be
good for me. Carla told me to stand, I did. Then she ordered me to drop
my pants.
I began to protest again and she said, "Just do it or else not only
will everyone in town hear about your wearing lipstick, but they will
see the pictures of you with your new do, wearing lipstick, and smoking
those cigarettes."
My heart was in my mouth. The one concession that I had made to my
fetishes was that I had continued to wear the ball harness that was
stretching my balls down to the bottom of my scrotum, and I had not
removed it in my haste to get to her beauty shop by 5:00. What choice
did I have?
I stood and dropped my trousers. She motioned for me to drop my
underwear too, and I took a deep breath and did. All three women began
laughing when they saw the leather harness around my scrotum. Cathy was
the first to take action, she grabbed a hold of the D ring at the
bottom of the harness and began jerking down on it pulling my balls
lower in my scrotum. She asked Carla if the old dog leash was still
hanging by the backdoor and when she said it was, Tina ran to get it.
The three of them took turns pulling me around the shop by my balls.
Finally Carla said, "It is getting late. It's time for our sissy slut
to sweep the floor and then mop it."
Tina suggested that I should be made to scrub the floor on my hands and
knees. They all laughed and agreed. Cathy asked me if my wife knew that
I wore the harness. I told her no. Then the three of them began
whispering while I was sweeping. Tina went to the phone and made a
call. I heard her ask her husband Jim, if he knew where the luggage
locks and keys were, then looking at me she took the phone into the
back room so that I could not hear any more of her conversation.
Carla said, "Cathy noticed that there is a way to lock that harness so
that it can not be taken off unless you cut off a lock. We have decided
that we are going to lock you in it and we will hold the keys. You had
better not cut off the lock if you know what is good for you."
I began to protest but she cut me off saying, "We don't care what you
tell your wife. If you can hide the fact that you are wearing it from
her, good for you, if not... well... too damned bad. I guess that could
screw up your marriage, but then that's not my problem, is it? From now
on, no matter what you do... or whatever happens... let's just say that
it is really going to suck being you!"
Her and Cathy both laughed loudly.
I finished sweeping and was given a bucket and a scrub brush. While I
was on my knees scrubbing the floor of the beauty shop, Cathy and Tina
left. Carla began telling me that the three of them were going to
really have fun running my life for a while and that if I was a good
little sissy slut and did what I was told without giving them any shit,
they might give me my life back and my wife would never have to know
that she was married to a sissy faggot.
I tried to protest and tell her that I was not a faggot, that I had no
desire to be with men. I rambled on about having a fetish for Female
domination and bondage, but I had no desire to be with a man. I really
didn't like saying what I was saying, but I couldn't stop. My mind was
racing trying to figure a way out of this mess. I thought if I could
just make her understand that it was just my fantasy and a fetish, that
she might take mercy on me. I offered to do what she said but asked if
it could just be between her and me with no one else included.
She just stood there smoking a cigarette with a big grin on her face.
She finally laughed and said, "Don't try to bargain with me faggot, you
have nothing to bargain with. I hold all the cards, and I will make all
the decisions. You had just better do as you are told and do it quickly
with no back talk, if you know what is good for you that is what you
will do."
I cursed myself for indulging in my fantasies and for even being on
that road that day at that time. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing
the floor for a good hour when Cathy and Tina finally came back into
the shop. They had the lock and Cathy did the honors of putting it on
my harness. The three of them all took turns jerking on it and trying
to unfasten it to test the lock.
I went back to finishing my scrubbing and I heard Tina tell Carla.
"Everything is all set, they should be here in about fifteen minutes."
I began to get very scared. Who was coming to the shop and were they
going to allow whoever it was to see me like this? Just as I finished
my scrubbing there was a knock at the back door of the shop. Cathy and
Tina went to answer it.
I began begging Carla to reconsider and to let me go. She just laughed
at me. She ordered me back into the chair and began putting foundation,
blush, eye liner, eye shadow, and mascara on me. Then she reapplied my
lipstick using a lip liner to make my mouth into a perfect bow shape.
She went to the door of the back room and asked if they were ready for
the faggot. I couldn't hear the answer but she began giggling and told
me to get out of the chair and get my ass over to her.
She took me by the leash and led me into the back room. There, draped
in nothing but hair cutting aprons and wearing rubber president masks
stood three men. I could not tell who they were. The lights were down
very low and all I could see was a male with a Nixon mask, another with
a Clinton mask and the third with a Regan mask.
Tina spoke, "I think you know these three ex presidents." Then she
laughed. "They all defiantly know you. Now, you are going to ask if you
can do your patriotic duty and give them each a blow job."
"Down on your knees asshole." Carla said, and jerked hard on the leash.
I got on my knees and looked at Carla pleadingly, but she ignored me.
She picked up the video camera and said, "Start begging." She then
began taping me.
In a whisper I asked if I could service the three, but Tina would have
none of it.
"Beg faggot, you had better sound like sucking these three cocks is the
most important thing in your life. Now let's hear some enthusiasm, tell
them what a good cocksucker you are and how honored you would be to
blow each of them."
I addressed each president by title and name and begged to be allowed
to suck them off. I made some remark about it being my patriotic duty.
All the while the three men chuckled but none of them spoke a word. I
took each of them in turn and sucked them until each of them came down
my throat. I was led back out of the room when it was over and Carla
informed me that all three of the men knew me, but I didn't know who
they were.
"You are going to be sucking, eating, reaming and lots of other things
to people who know you in the next few months, and the funny thing is,
you will never know who you are doing it to or in front of. But they
will all know. The only people you will know for sure know about your
sissy faggot slavery in Cathy, Tina and me. Oh, wouldn't it be a gas if
your wife found out about you by coming to watch our pervert suck a
nice big cock or take one in the ass and to her shock and surprise the
pervert was you, her husband."
She began laughing hysterically. "And you would never know it was her,
because she would be wearing a mask too. Oh, that is something to
consider. You had just be a very good little sissy slut slave and do
what you are told or it can be arranged. Now you had better get that
make up washed off your face and then get dressed and get home. We will
expect you here next Friday night at closing time, 7:00 PM, don't you
dare be late. And you had better remember your cigarettes and lipstick.
And that harness had better still be locked on your puny little cock
and balls. Now get cleaned up and dressed and get the fuck out of
here."
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