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The Transition of My Wife - Chapter 3 Saturday night finally came. My wife and I started out the evening by making a pitcher of golden margaritas. This would help lighten the mood and lower both of our inhibitions. After we had finished a drink apiece, my wife stood up and turned to face me. "I have to get ready for my 'date,'" my wife said, winking at me as she said this. "And, I don't need you in my way." "You need to go downstairs and strip off all of your clothes," she instructed me. "Then, wait for me in the weight room. Okay?" "Yes, okay," I said. Though we had played around with BDSM over the years, my wife and I had never adopted the whole 'yes, mistress...thank you mistress, may I have another' approach to our role-playing. She was not particularly into D/S play and only participated to make me happy. She had specifically told me on a number of occasions that I was to never call her 'mistress' because she found it 'creepy.' I went downstairs to the laundry room and removed all of my clothes, depositing them in the laundry basket. While dropping my clothes into the hamper, I spied a pair of her soiled panties and, of course, I had to have a closer look. They were clearly a pair that she had worn for a good while as the front was stained and rather stiff. I drew them to my face and inhaled. "Whoah!" I said to myself, as my breath was briefly taken away. "This was a particularly potent pair." They smelled very strong and wholly intoxicating. My penis immediately jumped to attention; I had been long hooked on the smell of my wife's pussy. It was like a drug to me, particularly when stored in a nice pair of her nylon panties, the longer she had worn them, the better. I placed the panties back in the hamper as I had found them and walked naked out to the weight room. I closed the door behind me and turned on the lights, including the large neon sign that hung on the wall. "Euphoria Sold Here," it said. It's an old sign that I had purchased at an antique dealer. It had come from California many years ago where it had been used to sell the then legal drug, Euphoria. It's message seemed particularly apropos on this night: I would experience Euphoria; however, there would definitely be a price to pay for it. I turned on some music - "Pieces of a Dream," I think it was - and the air conditioner and waited for my wife, feeling rather stupid to be standing in the gym naked. After a while, I started checking out my reflection in the walled mirror. I had started lifting weights almost a year ago and it showed. My legs looked nice and full and I had strong pecs and shoulders. I flexed my arms at shoulder height - as my partners in the gym like to remind me, they were huge. I definitely didn't look like someone who would be addicted to wearing women's undergarments but, indeed, that was precisely my situation. "Well, for someone who is about to let another guy fuck his wife, you sure are playing the stud," my wife said as she swung the door open to the weight room, catching me flexing in the mirror. She stepped into the room, wearing her dressing gown, closing the door behind her - she was obviously still getting ready for her 'date.' "I have something here that will help you get into your proper role," she said sardonically, emphasizing the word 'proper.' "Here - put these on." With that, she tossed me a pair of panties. Make no mistake about it. Putting on a pair of panties while your wife stands there watching - arms folded across her chest, tapping her foot - is not an easy thing to do. After all, this is the woman who looks to me to provide for her and to protect her. Wearing her panties does not exactly gibe with this role. My wife had never exacerbated such feelings by making fun of me in these circumstances; she has always been understanding and supportive during our playtime - but, that small fact did little to make it any less of a humiliating act. Even though we had done this many times before, it never failed to have the effect of completely shaming me. I always wanted to be a 'real man,' scoffing at the idea of wearing women's panties - however, I just couldn't help myself. I had to put them on and a part of me hated myself for giving in to my perversion. To make matters worse, she wasn't making things as easy as she normally did. "That's it, my little sissy, put those panties on," she teased as I started to step into the flimsy and lacy undergarment. "Show your wife that you are not the man who will be taking her out and having her sexually tonight. No, that will be a real man - a man who does not even think about panties, much less obsess about wearing them. You, on the other hand, will stay here at the house, in your panties, like a good little girly." This type of verbal humiliation was new from my wife and it excited me terribly. As she said these things to me, I pulled the panties into place around my waist. I caught site of myself in the mirrored wall. She had chosen well. The panties were a brand new pair of Olga Secret Hug French cut briefs. They were made of the finest tricot nylon available and trimmed at the top with an inch and one half of lace for the waistband. They were in my favorite color as well, ivory. My dick started to leak in them almost immediately. The humility of this scene and my wife's taunting words were almost too much to take. My whole body was tingling and I stole glance after glance at myself in the mirror. "Stop flirting with that sissy in the mirror and move your pantied ass over to our little rack," she instructed, gesturing me toward the Smith machine. The Smith machine is a weight lifting machine designed to simulate lifting free weights, but without the need for a spotting partner. It could handle large amounts of weight and, thereby, had a very large and strong frame to which a person could be secured. I walked over to the machine and stood under the main frame, facing the mirrored wall. My wife attached nylon wrist straps to me and then tied them off onto the main barbell of the machine. Smartly, she tied them so that my wrists were facing away from the bar. This would make it impossible for me to grab a hold of the bar in order to give it the significant 'twist and lift' action that is required for raising and lowering the bar. "Now, let's spread those legs nice and wide," she instructed me. "I don't want you kicking about." She then squatted down to secure my left leg to the base of the machine. As she did this, her dressing gown fell open. I could clearly see her ample breasts held by a very sexy bra as well as a beautiful pair of matching panties and - much to my surprise - a garter belt! In eighteen years of marriage, I had never seen her wear a garter belt. I did not know she even owned one. I wondered if she had a pair of hose to go with it. "Gee," I thought to myself, "she really went all out for this night. I will have to express my gratitude later." My dick was throbbing madly against my panties at this point. She moved over to the other leg and I, meanwhile, looked up into the mirror. There I was, wearing nothing but panties, helplessly tied at three points with a beautiful woman squatting at my remaining leg, tying it off. I was blown away by the sight before me and pumped my hips into the air involuntarily. "Like what you see?" she asked me without look up. The sweet, pleasant tone that she used made this whole thing that much more exciting. It was akin the sweet tone a nurse uses just before she jabs you with a giant needle. "Hmmm?" By now she had risen and was standing next to me running her hands gently up and down my torso. "Here, let me help you with your panties, sissy boy." And, with that, she grabbed the lace waistband and pulled them much further up my torso. "These are French cut briefs, silly - you are wearing them too far down. The arches in the front accentuate your legs, making them look longer. While the backside still hugs your ass. See?" As she said this, she ran her finger under the elastic leg opening on the front of the panties and gently pulled it down on each side. She then did the same in the back. This running of her finger around and under the lace perimeter of the panty, followed by a few smoothing strokes to the front and back of the panties, felt absolutely electric. I swooned ever so slightly. Again, I looked into the mirror. She was right - they now looked much sexier and my legs did look longer. "There, doesn't that look much prettier?" she asked in a bit of a mocking tone. "Now your panties are being worn the way they were meant to be." As she said this, she rubbed my ass through the panties and I swayed wither her touch. She leaned back and leered at my backside. "If I didn't know better, I would say this is a woman's ass," she commented. "Did you know you have a woman's ass, my little sissy? I guess you do - after all, you insist it be covered only with panties, right? It doesn't get more womanly than that." "Personally, I prefer a manly ass on my lovers," she quipped. Now she was just being plain cruel, I thought to myself. But, I was so aroused that I didn't care. And, this was part of the role-playing. We were venturing into uncharted waters, after all. Then, she once again started to smooth the front of my panties, running her hand across my stiff cock. Meanwhile, her other hand came up and started pinching and pulling one of my nipples. "My little panty slut," she cooed. I was in heaven but was snapped out of my trance when she asked me, rather sharply, "What is this? Stubble? Do you have stubble on your balls?" she asked incredulously. "Yes, probably - they haven't been shaved in nearly a week," I responded. "Why not?" she demanded. "You knew that we had a very special date tonight. You should have prepared yourself like a good little panty- wearing sissy. Don't you think?" She was really laying the derogatory name-calling on thick. In the past I had needed to practically beg her to humiliate me with her words. Tonight, however, she was talking to me this way as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Look at that hair sticking through your precious panties. Is that any way to treat this special garment that I bought just for tonight? I've a mind not to let you wear them anymore, if this is how you are going to treat them." "No, please...I, I am sorry," I spit out. "Oh...my, my, my," she purred. "That got your attention, didn't it?" "If I told you that you could not wear my panties anymore, that would just destroy you, wouldn't it?" she mocked. "You truly are a sissy, aren't you?" "Well, don't worry - I've decided that I like you in panties. In fact, I might just keep you in panties from now on," she taunted me. "Man," I thought. I could not believe what I was hearing. I was in heaven - she was finally playing this thing the way I had always imagined. The beautiful thing was that, when our game was over, all would go back to normal and we would be just like any other husband and wife. "But!" she interrupted my day-dreaming. "You will have to be punished. It's the only way I can see that you might remember not to let this happen again." "I'll be right back." And, she left the room, leaving me standing there admiring my panty-encased erection in the mirror. The nylon of the Olga panties that I wore demonstrated a particularly excellent handle (feel and drape of the fabric.) This means that they did a wonderful job of encasing my cock without flattening it against my stomach. The material was thin enough that I could see my cock through them but not so thin that they looked cheap and transparent. God they were beautiful - the only thing more beautiful than the panties themselves was the cock that they held. The outline of the long shaft and bulbous head was clearly visible through the ivory nylon as were the large veins running its length. I would never tell my wife, but I found myself standing there secretly wishing I could kiss that cock through those panties. Just a kiss or two - no harm in that, right?" I thought to myself. "Now what were you thinking about while I was gone?!" My wife asked, coming back into the room. "Obviously, it was something good because you are harder than ever. Are you looking forward to your punishment? If so, you shouldn't be because it's going to hurt quite a bit." I looked at her walking into the room from the mirror and I could see she was holding a long, wooden spoon. Obviously, she was going to paddle me with this. My wife had spanked me in the past and I had never been very good at taking the pain. Rarely did she do it with me tied up because she saw this as too much of a hassle - however, I was tied up now and I would have to handle whatever she dished out. She walked over to me and started to caress my pantied bottom once again. I closed my eyes and moaned, pushing my butt back to meet her touch. "Such a sexy little ass you have, my little sissy," she told me in a sultry voice. "It's a shame to hurt it, but you know I have to keep my panty slave in line, don't you." "Hmmm? Don't you?" she asked again, more authority in her voice this time. With that, she started lightly tapping my ass with the wooden spoon to 'warm it up.' "Yes...yes," I said nervously. "Yes, of course you do," she repeated, still paddling each of my buns with at a firm, rapid pace. "You know...I am going to whip you extra hard tonight. Again, this is a night of firsts and we need to start it out in a special way. Both of our wishes are about to come true tonight - you will get your wish to be humiliated and dominated in the most ultimate of ways and I will get to take on a well-endowed lover. A win- win situation if ever there was one." "Damn! I am excited!" she exclaimed. "How about you?" And, with that, she stopped the paddling motion and brought the wooden spoon hard up against my bottom with a strong blow. "Ow!" I exclaimed, jerking my arms as if to cover my stinging ass. "Don't be such a little sissy," she teased me. "Oh, I am sorry - that is exactly what you are: a sissy. Okay, be a sissy - I don't care. But...if you don't shut up...I am going to have to gag you." My wife had never gagged me. So, I knew this wasn't going to happen. Nonetheless, I would try to keep from yelling. Whap!!! She hit me again, the thin fabric of my panties doing nothing to shield my bottom. Whap!!! Again, she hit me. I had watched in the mirror this time and she had drawn her arm back quite a bit before bringing the spoon crashing back into my ass. Whap!!! And again she delivered a violent blow...I could see my penis jumping against the front of my panties from the force. Whap!!! And again...another forceful and painful smack, causing me to involuntarily suck in air. She stopped. Somehow, I had managed to remain quiet. Again, she rubbed my bottom and - again - I distended my ass to meet her tender caress. "You know, I only do this because I love you," she reminded me. "I am going to put a little bit of effort into these next few." "A little bit of effort?" I thought. "What the hell does she call what she just..." Whap!!! Whap!!! Whap!!! Whap!!! She was rapidly beating my ass like it had never been beaten before. After the first few strikes, I started to writhe back and forth trying to avoid her blows. Of course, it did no good and only mad her angry. "Hold still you little panty waist!" she yelled. "Or, we will never get through this," not stopping as she said this. I tried to remain still, instead flinching with each blow. However, I was now yelping loudly with each blow and begging her to stop. In the back of my mind somewhere, I wondered if the neighbors might not be able to hear my protestations. I guess my beautiful bride wondered the same thing. "Now what did I tell you?" she demanded. "Open your mouth, my little panty boy," she instructed me. I immediately complied. She reached behind her and grabbed something and then walked around in front of me. "Recognize these?" she asked me. To my surprise, she was holding the panties that I had been sniffing just thirty minutes earlier, the ones in the laundry basket...the particularly stinky pair. "You are so predictable. You cannot resist sniffing my underwear can you, you pervert?" she asked. Apparently, it was a rhetorical question as she did not wait for an answer. "How the fuck do you think that makes me feel? Huh?!" she inquired. "Knowing each and every time that I take off my underwear, there is a chance that you will be sniffing them, licking them...hell, even wearing them? Can I not have any privacy from you? Can you not - just once - control yourself?" "Damn it!" She shook her head and looked away for a minute. "Well, you like them so much," she said turning back toward me with a newfound purpose. "Here they are!" And she shoved them into my mouth. "Taste good?" Well, (she laughed wickedly under her breath) that won't be the only thing that you are tasting tonight. I am going to see that you get your fill - you won't be digging around in the dirty laundry for a least a few days. Not after tonight." "Oh, wait a minute!" she said. "I forgot something." She reached up into my mouth and grabbed the panties. "I hope you weren't too attached to them yet (I was.) Don't worry - you'll get them back." "I just have to add a little something to them. Kind of a primer." Again, she laughed to herself. She walked out of the room with the panties and was gone for a few minutes. "You have done such a good job filling up your little spermy bank, that I thought I would borrow some for a 'warm-up.' Or...a cool-down, if you will," she announced as she strode back into the room with my Tupperware repository in her hand. "I am going to give you a little cumscicle to suck on. I know you like your cum nice and hot, but I am running late and don't have time to heat it up. I am sure you won't mind." "Here, check this out," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You will get a kick out of it." She sat the Tupperware container with my frozen jism in it on a bench next to us and started slicing it up with a knife. "Look at my panties," she told me. "Those little cotton gussets that you hate so much do sometimes have a purpose, you know. For example, some of them make a nice little pocket into which things can be stored." With that, she held the panties up, inside out, displaying to me that one end of the gusset was open and, indeed, made a small pocket against the nylon crotch. She started grabbing large chunks of the frozen semen and shoving them through the opening in between the cotton of the gusset and the nylon crotch of the panties. She put as much in as the space would hold and then held them right up against my nose. "Give these panties a whiff now, sissy," she told me. "How do they smell? Good, huh?" I could only nod my head. I was overwhelmed at how aggressive she was being. But, I was loving it too. "Alright, well, this should give you some extra flavor for quite some time," she announced. "Now, open up again." I opened my mouth and she shoved the panties in my mouth with the stuffed crotch against my tongue. She then folded the remainder of the panties and it to wedge the crotch against my tongue. It was cold - but I could taste her cunt juice already. "Hold that there," she more or less ordered me, "while I get something to secure it." "Ah, here we go," she said, as she walked back toward me with one of the straps I used to tape my hands before putting on boxing gloves. "This will work quite nicely." She looped the strap around my head, crossing my open mouth and tied it in the back. "There we go," she said approvingly. "Can you breath okay?" I nodded my head. "Good," she responded. "Now...where were we? Oh yes, that's right we need to finish beating that little ass of yours." Without further adieu, she grabbed the wooden spoon once again and started thrashing my bottom. I didn't think I could take it. I looked up at myself in the mirror and, again, could see my hard cock springing against the panties with each blow. It was leaking quite a bit of precum. After about twenty strokes, she stopped. She started rubbing my ass again through the nylon of my undies, "are you going to remember to shave your little balls every day from now on, my little panty boy?" "Hmmm?" she cooed. "Because panty boys cannot have hairy balls. Only men have hairy balls and you are not a man. Are you?" She had reached around to fondle my balls through the crotch of my panties. Suddenly she clutched my entire ball sac and squeezed very hard. "Are you?!" she demanded. I shook my head hard, "No!" pleading with my eyes. She dropped my balls and said, "good. Very good." "Now," she continued. "How is that gag tasting right about now?" I couldn't respond - but the repository of cum was seeping through the nylon to my tongue and right down my throat. In order to keep it from freezing my tongue, I had little choice but to attempt to grind up the frozen cum with my tongue during the spanking. As a result, the cum was mostly thawed by now and was washing her juices over my tongue and down my throat. "Is it good?" she asked, drawing he lips close to my ear. "I'm sorry honey," she whispered. "I know it's not as good as the real thing, but don't worry. You will be getting that later on. Nice and fresh - none of this frozen stuff. I promise you, baby doll, that I will get all filled up with nice hot cum just for you. Okay?" "But, what you have in your mouth will do for now," she announced. "Wow, I am running late (glancing at the clock on the wall.) I wouldn't want to keep my lover waiting, now would I?" "But, before I go upstairs to finish getting dressed, I have another surprise for you," she announced. "This is just your lucky night!" With that, she reached back behind the Smith machine and pulled out a very large realistic-looking dildo. "Well," she bubbled. "What do you think?" "Just nod your head if you like it," she instructed me. I just stood there, slowly dropping my head and staring at the floor. "Come on," she prodded. "We both know what you want, now don't we?" "Remember, honey," she continued. "There are no secrets between us tonight. Now, look me in the eye you little panty waist and tell me that you don't want this big cock up your ass." "Just shake your head 'No' and I will put it up. I promise," she assured me. "I am not going to rape you or anything. Now (lifting my head by the chin), do you or do you not want to be fucked in the ass with this beautiful cock?" Slowly, but surely, I started to nod my head in affirmation. "Yes," she gloated. "Now that was not so hard was it?" (Actually, it was one of the hardest things I had ever done.) "Of course my panty- wearing sissy husband who has a mouthful of his own come wants to be fucked in the ass! It's the most natural thing in the world," she concluded. "Here, hold this." And she pulled the waistband out from my panties and put the rubber phallus into them. Juxtaposed against my own penis made it look that much larger. She walked over to the bench and picked up one end so that she could roll it between my legs. "We want to make you nice and comfy," she assured me. "Okay, now tell me...panties on or panties off?" "Panties on or panties off?" she asked again. "Oh, I keep forgetting your mouth is full of cum and stinky panties. Never mind - I will decide for you. Let's go with...panties on! We both know that is what you want, don't we?" "I think we can pull these particular panties over enough to make your ass available," she surmised. "After all, we girls sometimes like to be fucked with our panties on, don't we?" "Alright, let's lube this thing up so we can get it in your ass - I need to finish getting ready," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She lubed up the dildo and made her way behind me, pulling my panties to the side. Without any hesitation or further build-up, I felt the head of the rubber cock on my asshole. She was slowly pushing it back and forth such that the head was gradually defeating my sphincter muscle. "You know you want this," she prodded. "Now help me out." With that, I bent my knees slightly, essentially sitting on the dildo in her hand. It had the desired effect and the head of the dildo popped into my ass. I gasped and moaned softly to myself. "God you are such a slut," she chided me. "Now...here we go." And she smoothly slid most of the large dildo into my ass. I was stuffed and it made my legs go weak. I was essentially hanging from my hands. She popped the base into the back of my panties to hold it (most of the way) in and then grabbed the barbell to which my hands were strapped. She gave it a twist and dropped it all the way down as low as my hands would allow and told me to, "have a seat." I thought she must be joking. I lowered myself down toward the bench as my hands were now twisted awkwardly in front of me. "See, it has a suction cup!" she told me, excitedly. And, with that she attached the other end of the dildo to the bench. Indeed, it had a very large suction cup at the base and it was now permanently attached to the bench between my legs. There was no way that I could sit down, however, as the dildo was already bottoming out against my insides. Nonetheless, I squatted as low as I dared. It was starting to cause my thighs to quiver. "Come on, you can do better than that," she encouraged me by whispering in my ear and started pushing down on my shoulders. Somehow the dildo went in another inch or two and I thought I would pass out from the pressure inside me. The discomfort not withstanding, however, I was finally in contact with the bench, taking a great deal of strain off of my legs. Then, my wife again grabbed the barbell, gave it a twist and dropped it several more notches. My arms, which were attached to the bar, dropped as well and my bound hands were now just below shoulder level. All of a sudden, I got the idea. I could stand in an attempt to relieve the extreme pressure on my insides (which I could hardly tolerate any longer) - however, the bar would only allow me to rise roughly five inches before my arms would be twisted cruelly in front of me, allowing me to go no further. It would be a good three inches shy of what would be required to get the dildo out of my ass - in other words, it could not be done. And, again, this would have me in a very awkward squatting position such that - even though the severe pressure would be off of my insides - my quadriceps and calves would now be under strain and would eventually start to cramp until I had no choice but to sit fully on the dildo again. "Sheer fucking genius!" I thought. Not only was I going to be in severe discomfort for as long as she had me in this predicament - I would have no choice other than to fuck myself repeatedly with the dildo in an effort to either provide relief for my ass or for the muscles in my legs. I would be riding up and down on this monstrous rubber cock at least a couple of times every few minutes. "Well," she said, admiring her handiwork. "That should keep you occupied. I have to finish getting ready." Without another word or a glance back, she waltzed out of the weight room, leaving me to deal with my predicament on my own. It was time to test the condition of my legs. I could not bear the pressure inside my ass anymore and I attempted to stand up. Just as I feared, I could only raise up about five or so inches before the barbell stopped me and even this was uncomfortable for my hands. I looked up in the mirror and there I was, in panties with several inches of rubber cock visibly protruding from my ass. The sight caused my cock to jump a little - however, it was far from fully hard at this point as I was in a bit of a panic. I lasted roughly about three minutes before my legs started to cramp so badly that I had to get the weight off of them. So, I started to ride the dildo down to a seated position. I was trying to take it slowly - and, actually the dildo gliding into my ass didn't feel so bad - however, with about two inches left, my legs gave out and I plopped down onto the bench. "Oh, my Gawd!!!" I exclaimed as the rush of pain ripped through me. I quickly stood back up and my legs immediately started to cramp again. I was in a world of hurt. "Oh, I almost forgot," my wife said as she opened the door to the weight room and came sweeping back in. "I thought you might want some entertainment." "What now?!?" I bemoaned to myself. I looked over at her coming into the room and was quite surprised to see that she had our video camera on my tripod. The tripod was at its lowest setting and she set it down on the floor right behind by stuffed ass. She then walked to the opposite side of the weight room where I had mounted a TV to the wall for watching during workouts and she grabbed a cord hanging from it. She plugged the other end of the cord into the camera and used the remote she had in her hand to turn the TV on. After a modest amount of adjustment, there on the TV was my panty- covered ass with a dildo sticking out of it. I stared intently at it, using the image on the screen as a guide to assist me as I slid down the meat pole in my ass. As before, during the last inch or so I collapsed onto the large phallus leaving me, again, fully impaled and mostly breathless. Seeing all of this on the television screen made it that more debasing and just plain nasty. Naturally, it was starting to turn me on as evidenced by the stiff member that I could see pressing against my panties in the mirror in front of me. I looked up and my wife had already left the room. I guess she decided there was no need to hang around and watch the fun...since it would now all be on tape anyway. Besid...she had to finish getting ready for 'her date.' To be continued... Readers should feel free to contact the author: [email protected]