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Standard scram, scat, shoo if you are a prude or underage disclaimer: This is a work of fiction it in no way depicts any actual people or events. If you feel it does depict you and you enjoyed those events it than good for you! This story depicts acts of sex, humiliation, feminization, various other forms of debauchery and implied forced homosexuality. If this is not to your thing or you are under the legal age to read this in your town, village, city, municipality, district, region, parish, state, district, territory, colony, province, county, country and/or planet then scram, scat, shoo, etc. Simply go away and find something more to your liking and/or age group. Otherwise, enjoy! Her Triumph His Loss Sara was a sweet and tender lover, she had a great job, they split the household chores and they talked and laughed together. Steve knew that he had it good, but he wanted more. He wanted a slut in the bedroom once in awhile. When they talked about sexual fantasies this topic came up as a repeated theme for him. Sara did a lot of things to accommodate Steve in the bedroom, but it never seemed to be enough. She would wear sexy lingerie and role-play to a certain point, but the course language and rude behavior he asked for just wasn't her and her heart wasn't in it. He didn't seem to understand though he should have been happy to have a beautiful and sexy woman who had class. At times it angered her, but she kept it to herself for the most part. Finally, one day when they were discussing fantasies she asked him to do something for her. It was simple really she had just always had a thing for swimmers and though Steve had far from a swimmers build she thought it would be sexy to have him remove a bunch of his abundant body hair. It was winter and it wasn't like anyone would notice with his shirt and tie job. Predictably and selfishly he refused flat out. He even used terms like faggot and sissy etc. When Sara was reasonable and logical and wanted to discuss it he went on an even bigger tirade and stormed out. Sara was hurt and cried for a few minutes, but that didn't last long. Soon her tears turned to anger and that anger grew as the hours ticked by until she heard his car pull in at 2:45 AM. She waited calmly in the living room and when he came in reeking of liquor and cheap perfume she knew he'd been to a strip club. "I'll never cheat on you." was his famous quote. And Sara was pretty sure that was true, but having some stripper rubbing all over him was just about as bad. Not to mention the fact that he was degrading some young girl for a few dollars. She was furious, but he would never know until her plan was too far along for him to do anything about it. She simply said, "I see you got home alive in your drunken state, very mature." and she went to bed and locked the bedroom door. When Steve came knocking she told him he could sleep in the guest room and then ignored his repeated pleas and apologies until they stopped some 15 minutes later. Sara sighed and drifted off to sleep thinking, "He wants a slut in our house I'll give him one and exactly the type he wants! Just not the way he wants it!" The next day was Friday and Sara got up early. She called into work and took a personal day for herself and then did the same for Steve. She left him a note in the bathroom so he knew that and went out to do some shopping to put her plan into action. She knew that he would be sleeping it off when she got home. After several stops Sara was satisfied that she had everything and headed home. Predictably the slug was still asleep, but he had moved to the master bedroom. She immediately woke him up and told him he was to move all of his things into the guest room and that he could stay there until she decided if she wanted a divorce. At that point Steve realized that this was serious and started to beg and negotiate. Sara basically ignored him until the fatal phrase was utter, "I'll do anything honey!" "Anything?" she said with a raised eyebrow. "Anything!" he said frantically as this was the first time she acknowledged anything he said. "Okay, but there are going to be some serious changes around here." "Okay..." She stopped him short with an upraised hand. "You are going to cater to me for a change. You are going to satisfy my fantasies. And you will also have to suffer some humiliation to get back in my good graces." Curious, Steve started to ask what she meant, but again was cut short by her up raised hand. She tossed him a bottle of hair remover and said, "For the neck down I want every hair gone and no questions or we are through. And when you are done come and find me and wait for me to speak to you as you don't have the right to start a conversation with me right now!" Steve looked at the bottle with terror. "Shit he thought what about my forearms and hands!" Then he looked at her and realizing what he had to lose he headed to the bathroom. Actually, he thought that this was a small price to pay for what he had really done last night. Yes, he had gone to the strip club with his buddy Doug and they had gotten a couple lap dances, but then he had gone in the special backroom and gotten a blowjob. He knew Sara would leave him for sure if she knew that. He had never seen her so angry and domineering. Her tone almost bordered on evil and it really scared him. Twenty-seven minutes later he was standing in the living room in front of Sara wearing only his robe. She ignored his presents for a couple minutes and just when he was about to speak. She looked up and said, "Well, I guess you can do something I want by waiting for me to speak. However, I don't remember telling you to put on a robe." Blushing Steve allowed the robe to fall to the floor and displayed his now hairless body. He didn't have a very good physic at all and being hairless made him look a little like a big baby with his gut. "Hmmmm, it is not as sexy as I had hoped." was what she said, "Actually, it is not sexy at all!" was what she thought as she giggled. "No don't touch that robe." she said preempting his attempt to cover himself. She strolled by him stopping to pick up the robe. "I'll be right back honey, just stay where you are. Don't run off to any strip clubs or anything. I'll only be a minute." Again, she giggled as she went down the hall. It was a couple minutes before she returned with a shopping bag and the digital camera. "I hope you are in a mood to show off." she said lifting the camera and grinning from ear to ear. "No way!" Steve said covering his crotch and retreating down the hall. "Okay, then I'm calling Brockman & Reynolds and having them start the divorce papers!" she called after him. This stopped him dead in his tracks. Sara did the come hither thing with her middle finger and Steve reluctantly returned to the living room. "Hands at your sides, please." she said in a mockingly sweet voice. When he hesitated, a loud firm "Now!" was all it took to get him comply. For the next several minutes Sara had him pose this way and that and as it went on he was a little less self-conscious and it showed. This was exactly what Sara wanted, photos that looked like Steve was a willing participant. After about a dozen or so shots she beckoned him to her and stroked him to an erection. "Now he'll REALLY look like he's enjoying this." she thought. And boy was she right. Now Steve apparently thought this was a game and a prelude to sex so he really got into it. Sara smiled to herself thinking about how he was hanging himself. After a few more shots she asked him to fetch a teacup of crushed ice for her. When he brought it she grabbed his hand and pulled him closed and then moved the cup so he was holding it on his testicles. He flinched and pulled back, but she told him she just wanted to cool him off for later. Finally, after the explanation and a thinly veiled threat he complied. It took only about two minutes for Steve to lose his erection, his testicles to shrink up into his body and his penis to become a tiny nub. Steve was a grower not a shower to begin with and this made him look absolutely tiny. Sara giggled to herself. "Oh, honey it looks so cute!" she said raising the camera and snapping a shot. Steve tried to protest, but she insisted that it would make her happy for him to pose for a couple more shots. Of course, happy was emphasized and he got her drift and compiled. Once the photo shoot was done Sara reached in the shopping bag and tossed him a frilly looking garment. He unfolded it to find that it was an apron. He stood looking at it wondering what the hell she was giving him that for! "Put it on silly." she said. He looked at her dumbfounded, "But... but..." "Shhhh, now I told you there was going to be some humiliation to get back in my good graces. Now be a good girl and put that on and get started on the housework. Today you aren't Steven you are my maid Stephanie." He looked at her waiting for the joke, but after a few seconds he realized that if he wanted his marriage back then... he paused and then put the apron on. "Oooo, aren't you the sexy thing." Sara said rising from her seat on the couch and approaching Steve now Stephanie and cupping his ass. He looked ridiculous, but she wasn't going to let him know that. She reached beneath him and cupped his shriveled balls and the warmth of her hand made him melt. "You play your cards right and you may even get lucky before the weekend is over." she said with a malevolent grin that was hidden from his view. Steve relaxed a little thinking that maybe if he did this he was over the hump and things could get back to normal soon. Again Sara got him to pose for a number of shots. As he was humiliating himself and sealing his fate Sara was thinking that it was a good thing he talked her into extra picture storage for the camera when they got it. After she got all the ammo she needed she handed Steve a long list of chores. As he set off to work Sara stashed the rest of the packages in the master bedroom, locked the door and told him that she was going out for a few minutes. As soon as she left Steve raced for the camera and started looking for the pictures. To his dismay none of them were stored on the camera and the memory sticks were now place to be found. Figuring they must be in the bedroom Steve removed the hinges was disappointed to find nothing. He was a little relieved to find that the other bags she had brought in earlier appeared to all be clothes for her and sexy stuff at that! Also, there were some sex toys (cuffs, a gag, a vibrators, etc). He grinned thinking wow maybe, even though she got mad and is going to make me fulfill her fantasies, she is going to give into mine as well. Relieved Steve replaced to door and went back to working hard on the chores at hand. He was just finishing the last of them when he heard the front door and Sara calling out to him. She sounded to be in a better mood and that added to his relief. "Come to the living room, honey. I have something to show you." she yelled. He entered the living room and she handed him a white photo album with Stephanie's First Day on the cover in gold. Steve's heart sank as he opened it to find all of the pictures taken earlier. Then it struck him... "Where did you print these!??!" he gasp panic stricken. Sara patted his head. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that Stephanie." "But... but these can't get out..." he gulped. "Well, I guess that is up to you. You best be on your best behavior and be a good little girl. Huh, Stephanie?" Sara said with a smirk. Then she added, "Fetch me a drink and prepare dinner. The recipe is on the counter. I'll be back out after a quick shower." Steve was stunned, but he knew he was totally screwed now if he upset her. Off the kitchen he went to begin dinner. He heard the shower shut off and fixed her a vodka and tonic with lime and presented it to her when she returned to the living room wearing a black lacey negligee he had found in one of the bags in the bedroom. She smirked when she thought about the trap she was laying for him. She knew he'd be thinking that this attire meant he was nearly off the hook while she knew she was just giving him some line to run before she set the hook so deep he'd be dangling from it forever. She gratefully accepted the drink and pinched his bottom again to keep his imagination in high gear. When dinner was ready and he had everything on the table she told him he could remove the apron and she had laid out something for him to wear on the bed in the guest room. Well, it wasn't in the master bedroom he thought, but at least I'm escaping the apron. He was considerably less pleased when he saw that the garment was an exact duplicate of hers, except for the much larger size. He thought for a second about making a stand and then noticed the photo album next to the negligee and realized he had no choice. When he returned to the dining room Sara was ready with the camera and insisted on a variety of poses again. Dinner was strange as Sara insisted on talking only about mundane things and acted as their attire was completely normal. By the time dinner was over and Stephanie had done the clean up it was 9 PM. Sara handed Steve a small blue pill and he looked at her quizzically. "Viagara." she whispered. "But..." "I know you don't need it, but it is supposed to be even more fun with this." she said. He shrugged and swallowed the pill. Steve was amazed at the results that kicked in a few minutes later and was really turned on by being cuddled up next to his wife on the couch. He was a little surprised at this turn of events, but certainly wasn't going to argue when she suggested that they move into the bedroom. He was surprised when she led him into the guest room. She explained that he hadn't earned master bedroom privileges yet. Then she told him to lie down and wait. She returned in a couple minutes with the bag recognized from the sex shop. Then, after teasing him to an erection, she slipped the leather cuffs on both his wrists and ankles. He thought about protesting, but when she put her finger to her lips and then gave his erection a light squeeze he relaxed. He had always dreamed of tying her to the bed and teasing her, but perhaps this could be fun too. In short order she had his wrists hooked to the wrought iron headboard and was attaching straps to the ankle cuffs and pulling his legs so they were spread out above him. He started to protest this when she explained that it was for his spanking. He expressed concern until she promised to go easy on and let his legs down as soon as she was done with him. He reluctantly gave in and allowed her to finish securing him on his back with his bottom up and his legs spread above his head. "My, aren't you in a sexy, vulnerable and... photogenic position." Sara giggled as she left the room. "Adding don't run off to any strip clubs for backroom lap dances while I'm gone." with a wry smirk. Steve's mind raced, "How did she know I went in the backroom? Oh, yeah the perfume. Okay, okay calm down. She doesn't know anything." "Miss me?" Sara said popping back into the room camera in hand. She flipped the negligee off Steve's penis so his erection was even more obvious and started snapping some pictures. "My, aren't you cute." "Your bottom will be cuter after I add some color to it." "Smile for the camera, honey. Your cock makes it obvious you love this." This barrage of comments and pictures went on for a couple minutes and then Sara set the camera down and retrieved a leather paddle from the bag beside the bed. "Batter up." she grinned. She started laying into Steve's behind far harder than he expected and he started to protest, "You know you had a shot at getting laid tonight if you could have taken this like a man, but seeing as you are going to disturb the neighbors I guess I'll have to gag you." Steve's mind flashed to the gag he had seen it was shaped like a penis, about the same size as his only it was shorter at about 4 inches. "No, I don't want that thing in my mouth." he protested as she approached him with it. "It is your choice, but if you wake up the 'faggots' as you so affectionately call them then I'm inviting them in to help me with you and they may have some interesting ideas." Sara warned him. Steve paused. "Shit I definitely don't want them over here." he thought. 'Them' were Don and James the next door neighbors. They were in their middle twenties, slender, athletic, successful and gay. Sara and everyone else in the neighborhood thought that they were wonderful, but Steve's homophobia caused him to be standoffish at best and down right rude at worst. "Gag me." he said knowing full well he couldn't keep quiet as hard as she was hitting. "What is that? I didn't hear you did you ask me to put this cock in your mouth?" Sara asked with that false sweetness he was growing to really hate. "Yes." he replied softly through gritted teeth. "Oh, you need to do better than that. Let me hear you say it. Say you want me to put this cock in your mouth." He hesitated. She grabbed his balls and gave them a light squeeze that continued to tighten. "Okay, okay please put the cock in my mouth." he yelled. Sara released his testicles and said, "Now say it like you mean it." After several humiliating minutes he effectively begged for the rubber cock and she finally gave in and secured it around his head. Once the gag was in place she really laid into him with the paddle and she finally stopped when his rear cheeks were a nice shade of red and his other cheeks were tear stained. She let him wind down from the spanking for a few minutes while she snapped a few more photos. "If you promise to be quiet I will remove your gag and give you a treat. Yes?" Steve nodded and was relieved to have the gag removed from his mouth. He worked his sore jaw for a couple minutes and was about to protest her treatment when she removed her negligee. She was what most people would call a little heavy, but to many men and especially Steve, she was perfect. She had very large breasts that hung nicely from her chest without sagging in spite of their size. Her best feature though according to Steve was her large round behind. He had little time to contemplate her glory though as she soon straddled his head and took her pleasure from his tongue. He was in his glory and she knew it, but right now so was she. Sara had never felt so powerful, so alive and so sexy and Steve noticed her excitement. This drove his rock hard erection even further until it ached for relief. Sara rose and fell through three climaxes before sliding down to his chest to catch her breath and allow him to catch his. After she returned to Earth she said, "Stephanie what a slutty little lesbian you are for shame. But, I still have a special treat for you tonight." She then repositioned herself facing his spread legs and began to settle back onto his waiting face. "You've always ranted and raved about my bottom I think it is time you show it how much you care." she laughed. Steve tried to protest but was muffled out by her descending flesh. He realized what was expected of him, but didn't think he could do it and then he felt his wife's grip on his testicles. Before she even had a chance to squeeze he began his task in earnest. Sara smiled to herself, "Good girl Stephanie!" and started to lightly tease his engorged penis with her fingernails. She was amazing how much she enjoyed this activity. She had initiated it simply to humiliate Steve, but found it quite enjoyable and had him bring her to two more climaxes via this method. When she climaxed the second time she went so limp that only Steve's muffled screams for air got her to slide down his hairless chest to allow him to breath. After recovering Sara got up from the bed and said goodnight. "Goodnight?!" Steve gulped. "You can't leave me like this all night. Plus my cock is killing me! I have to cum!" "You know I don't like the term cock! And now that you are Stephanie you will refer to it as your clitoris." "WHAT? I WILL NOT..." SLAP! Sara surprised herself by slapping him across the face. "Do not raise your voice to me! Remember the pictures? Remember why you are in this position, what you did last night? How you are always thinking about yourself?" Steve blushed thinking especially about the previous night. "Now I don't know why, but I'm still going to offer you some relief. Would Stephanie like to cum?" "Yes please." he replied desperately. "Okay then tell me how you want your vagina to feel good and your clitoris to squirt." Sara said with a look that gave Steve every indication that he had one shot at this. He repeated the words verbatim while worrying about the term vagina, but his fears was overridden by his need for release. His worse fears were realized when Sara retrieved a tube of lube and the vibrator from the bag. "Beg for it." she said with a sneer. The look in her eyes scared him, but he still hesitated. She grabbed the paddle and slapped him once in his too full testicles. He gulped and as she raised the paddle again with fear in his eyes he begged. He didn't even remember the words he just repeated them as she instructed. Sara then retrieved the penis gag and strapped it in his mouth. Next came the vibrator, which she inserted into him none to gently. His muffled grunts brought a broader smile to her face. The vibrator was slightly bigger around than his own cock and a little more than an inch longer at 7 inches. "Every virgin has to put up with a little pain Stephanie, it's okay you'll learn to like it. Or at least it won't hurt anyway." she laughed. "What did she mean I'll learn to like it. This is a one time thing right?" he panicked at the implications. She secured the vibrator with a strap around him so it would stay in place all night. Then she attached and AC adapter to it. "We don't want batteries wearing out and leaving you high and dry now do we." she giggled. Once, everything was set Sara pulled a remote from the bag. "This model is a multi-functional one." Pushing a button. "It can vibrate." The device began a maddening hum in his rectum. Pushing a second, "It can squirm." The three inches of the device deepest in him began to dance from side to side. Pushing a third button, "It can even stroke." Those same three inches began to move back and forth with the section behind them acting like and accordion and expanding and contracting about two inches. "Also, it can be set at varying intensities." as the vibration increased greatly. "And speeds." as the squirming and thrusting picked up speeds. "And the best feature is that it can be set to vary all those things on its own. Only the best for my little sissy maid Stephanie!" Sara chuckled. Sara then crossed the room to the wide-eyed Steve kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight I hope you sleep well." she laughed as she set the remote down on the nightstand, flipped out the lights and left closing the door behind her. Steve was left alone with only his thoughts and that damned device squirming, thrusting and vibrating in his bowels. He couldn't believe his situations. Why was he so selfish? Look what it had got him. God did his balls hurt! Then the pain started to subside a little in his rectum and though he was disgusted by it there was a hint of pleasure. Soon he realized that as humiliating as it was he was approaching a much needed orgasm. Just has he was gasping into his gag and rocking the bed the lights went on. He panicked. "She can't see me like this!" he thought. But, it was too late and Sara entered with the camera in hand just in time to catch a fountain of ejaculate erupt from his penis and coat his face below. Sara snapped several more shots and then said, "Glad to see you are enjoying yourself sissy Stephanie." He could hear the contempt in her voice. Twice more during the night he humiliated himself and coated his face with the help of the Viagara and the mechanical phallus. Finally, around 7 AM Sara came in and removed the device. She made no motion to free him other than to let his legs down. Leaving him still cuffed to the bed he heard her shower and leave. He struggled for a few minutes and realizing it was futile he passed off into a fitful sleep. He was awakened about 2 PM by a smiling Sara. She released one hand and told him to shower, shave and put on what she left in the bag on the dresser. By the time he freed his other hand she was out the front door and he made a beeline for the bathroom. He was desperate to wash his face and needed to pee badly. He entered the bathroom and found a new photo album entitled Sissy Stephanie. Predictably it was full of more humiliating images culminating in him ejaculating in his own face. When Sara returned she found Steve working on housework in the miniskirt and blouse she had left him. "What do you want?" he asked her. "Everything." was the reply. "What?" "The house, the cars, the bank accounts and you as my sissy maid." she replied. "Isn't that a bit much to ask?" "I don't know. I never ask for much before and that was what I got not much! You were selfish, you have mediocre body, you have a small penis and you get blowjobs at strip clubs! And all of that is over!" "But..." "Don't you dare deny it! Doug was with you and guess what? Doug and I have been seeing each other for six months now. Ever since that first strip club blowjob you didn't think I knew about! So here's the deal I have the pictures and Doug has a copy in a safe deposit box. You sign everything over to me and give me a no contest divorce, you move into a room in the basement, Doug moves into the master bedroom, I lock you in a chastity belt, you sign your paychecks over to me and you get a small allowance. Or Doug puts up a website and emails the URL to everyone in you address book and at the firm. What will it be?" She knew the answer. Steve signed the papers, moved to the rec room in the basement, helped Doug move it and on Monday he went to the SM store downtown to get locked into his chastity belt. Sara picked up the keys later that day. When he gets home he dresses in whatever Sara has laid out for him, it is always feminine. Doug laughs at Steve, but he is thankfully Doug has no gay tendencies. Sara says that there will be a point system for Stephanie to earn an orgasm and she also says it won't be easy. It has been two weeks of Steve being the maid to his wife and her boyfriend and he just wants to crawl in a hole and die. Tonight Sara made him wear a miniskirt and silk blouse and serve dinner. This wouldn't be unusual except they had company. Stephanie answered the door not knowing who it was and you can imagine how he felt when it was Don and James. They were all smiles especially when Doug and Sara announced that they didn't want Stephanie living there anymore because Doug was uncomfortable with it. They were turning Stephanie over to Don and James. Sara said that Stephanie would still have to come over and clean for her and Doug once a week. Also, as she passed the keys to Stephanie's chastity to Don and James she suggested that they train the sissy to be a full service sissy maid. They all laughed and Steve nearly cried. Sara handed them the camera as the three of them left and said she was looking forward to the new photo album Sissy Stephanie One Hot Date. The look of triumph on her face is something he will never forget. They are crossing the yard now Stephanie, Don and James. Stephanie can feel the breeze blowing up her skirt and Don's hand on her bare ass. "I guess now you are one of the 'faggots' next door." says James as he cups Stephanie's other ass cheek and laughs. Just before they reach the front steps Steve hears Sara call out across the yard, "Oh, Stephanie I almost forgot. You better keep them happy, as they are your only means of support. It seems your boss didn't like the email and photos I sent him." Steve can't believe his ears and is overwhelmed by the helplessness of the situation as a tear runs down his cheek. "What a prude!" Sara adds with a laugh. "He also said not to come in to clean out your desk that he's having Marvin drop your stuff off." Sara pauses to let it sink in and then adds, for Don and James benefit, "Isn't Marvin that big gay guy you always made fun of at work?" "Anyway, I emailed him your new address and he said Marvin would be by Monday about 6:00. Have fun!" she adds. "Hmm, sounds like you'll have to find some way to apologize to this Marvin. Huh, Stephanie!" says James with a laugh as he caresses to Steve's smooth behind for effect. Steve blushes scarlet thinking of what lies ahead for him. The 300 pound pansy from work is the least of his worries as he feels the huge bulge in James' pants press against him from behind as he enters what is his new home. Steve can't help thinking about what he had and lost due to his selfishness and realizes he is now living his worst nightmare.