Becoming a Housewife
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Hello reader, my name is Sarah, a now mid thirties Trangendered female.
I recently discovered the internet and the wonderful fiction site you
are logged on to if you are reading this and my first short effort has
been approved. It is a very brief and somewhat broken and segmented
story of my life and not ever having written before it may differ
somewhat from the more imaginative stories I have enjoyed on here
myself. Maybe though if you picture the scene of me here now in my
short robe and fluffy slippers. Taking a break from the housework with
a coffee and my nail polish. You might find the story a reasonable
read.
I don't take drugs anymore although I still like a glass of wine or
two. I secretly sometimes still fancy a pint of lager but at my age an
8st frame and 26 inch waist is hard enough to maintain. As I said I
have left out a lot of the sexual details as far as long descriptions
go. Partly because I struggle to remember all of them sometimes and
partly because if you really knew the hell of my first three months in
24/7 bondage you would wonder how I managed to keep my sanity. Maybe I
didn't!? Maybe the torture hypnosis and hormone treatments did just
push me a point where I gave up and accepted my fate? I don't really
know and to be honest I don't really care.
I have a normal life now which consists of the usual daily routines of
any other women. I still look in the mirror some days and wonder if the
narcissistic enjoyment I get is me still finding women sexually
attractive or me just enjoying being me. Again I don't really know or
care.
Sarah Stevenson at 34 is still a good-looking women who enjoys a quiet
life of cooking cleaning shopping and looking after her husband. It's
not what I expected as a young boy and its certainly not the most
exciting life in the world. But an active sex life and the odd girly
treat keeps me happy and now with my access to the net maybe I can
learn to write properly and share more of my thoughts with the many new
friends I hope are out there.
I don't really remember when the true realisation of my slavery first
hit home. As a boy I had always enjoyed life to full. Nights out with
the other lads, plenty of sport and even though short and skinny for a
guy I had good features and had never had a problem scoring the best
looking girls.
I had always sort of idolised David though. He was in his late forties
so almost twenty five years older than me. Nothing to look at but at
six foot two his beer belly and bald head never seemed to stop him
scoring with pretty women either. But when you drive a Mercedes and
throw money around like water I suppose it helps.
I had moved away from home when only twenty and enjoyed my independence
but Dave, as he preferred to be called sort of took me under his wing
and nights out at expensive clubs and restaurants with him paying the
bill became normal. We usually ended up back at his house with two,
sometimes more girls and would often party into the late hours. My wild
nights out were catching up with me though and six month's later after
my final warning for being late to work I was fired.
My parents had me late in life and were both elderly and poor so the
option of giving up my independence and returning home was an option I
dreaded. I was basically unqualified though and jobs in our small town
were few and far between. That night Dave offered to pick me up and I
explained the situation. Don't worry he said I have plenty of work for
you. In fact I am pretty sure you would enjoy working for me much more
than packing shelves all day. I had never really bothered to ask Dave
what he did but it obviously paid well and he didn't seem to work that
hard either. We went straight back to the house and Dave sat me down
with a beer and told me to forget it for tonight as in the morning he
would make a few calls and get something sorted out. As usual we ended
up having far too much to drink and I ended up against my better
judgement snorting a couple of lines of coke and sharing a joint with
my carefree older buddy. Then all of a sudden he just came out with it.
How would you like to earn ?500 for a couple of hours work. I choked on
my drink and laughed, what we going to do rob a bank? No nothing like
that, I just want to take your picture. I laughed again, my picture!
Why? Because that's what I do, take pictures, but very specialised
pictures.
Okay let me explain young James. There a lot of women out there who
just like men and their playboy, enjoy nicely taken shots of young good
looking men like yourself. I publish in various magazines and it pays
very well. What you mean like porno I laughed. No no this more subtle,
proper modelling if you like, just a bit of harmless fun. So let me get
this right. You'rw offering to take my picture and give me ?500 for it.
I only just scraped ?600 a month in my old job and whilst a little
nervous at my friends suggestion ?500 would give me enough money to not
have to worry about loosing my flat and having to move back home.
Okay then Dave if your serious make the arrangements and I will give it
a go. Dave smiled back, well I have the studio set up here in the
house, lets see how that body looks on camera and you can take the cash
home tonight. Suddenly I got nervous. I had partied with Dave on many
occasions with girls around but the thought of taking off my clothes in
his presence for a photograph made me feel strange. Don't worry James,
like I said it's not porn you will be wearing panties. Panties! I
laughed, you know me Dave I am a confirmed boxer shorts sort of guy.
Dave smiled, don't worry I've got loads of props around I can sort you
something out.
I was very drunk and high from the coke but I still felt a little
uneasy as Dave handed me a black shiny G-string. Here go in the
bathroom and slip into these. Still nervous I just though oh what the
hell, the guy is my friend and ?500 is a lot of money. I returned to
the studio room flexing my muscles like a strong man to make light of
my nerves at being semi naked with another man. I did little more than
walk around in front of the plain white background and as the flash
continually blinded me I felt almost hypnotised as Dave shouted
directions and I pranced around in front of his camera. I remember when
the truth came out and I saw my portfolio for the first time looking at
those first early sessions and vaguely remembering my life as a happy
free young man.
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I remained completely knave and stupid to the whole thing and during
the next few months gave up looking for a job as the photographic
sessions became more regular and my addiction to coke had me sleeping
for two or three days at a time. I still had the flat but seemed to
drift into a habit of staying at Dave's place without really giving it
too much thought. Then one night things changed and I agreed to
something that now seems so obviously stupid but at the time just
seemed like easy money. At first I said no but Dave had been such a
good friend and even though we didn't seem to have the girls round as
much as before it was fun just getting wasted together.
He offered to apply the hair remover himself as it would probably be
easier and I remember laughing and telling him I might like him but I
certainly didn't ever want to get that close to him, a jest he often
reminds me about now. I didn't think it would be the hardest part of
the job but I remember getting out of the bath and looking down at my
now smooth physic and feeling very venerable and naked to degree I had
never experienced. I stood staring at the lace top hold ups for ages
before saying to my self over and over again ?10,000, ?10,000.
Slipping my size six's into the nylon and up over my legs I began to
shake with apprehension. I caught my nipple with the wire of the bra
and winced. They seemed to have become increasingly tender of late and
if I didn't know better I would swear they were swollen and larger. I
looked in the mirror at my smooth almost feminine form now encased in
female underwear and lace top nylons. I knew it was just a few
photographs as normal and that the women who had apparently specially
ordered them was the kinky one not me but the thought of presenting
myself to Dave like this filled me with dread.
Over and over in my head I just kept thinking about the money, I could
have a complete year travelling on that sort of cash. I popped the pill
Dave had given me. I wasn't into taking stuff I didn't know about but
my high from coke was shorter and less for filling these days and I
felt I needed some Dutch courage.
Taking a deep breath I entered the studio. I expected Dave to roll
about laughing or at least make a joke about my girly appearance but he
seemed very serious and professional as he positioned the camera for
the shots. Stand over there and let me snap a few shots. I did as I was
told, unaware as the flash blinded my view that my supposed friend
behind the camera was rubbing his erect cock as the final stage of his
plan came together.
I thought nothing about the restraints as Dave secured my wrists above
my head and my ankles to the spreader bar as I knew a few props were
part of the deal. I had however drawn the line at wearing heels telling
him that it I had wanted shodding like a pony I would have been born a
horse. I was a little uneasy about the ball gag but only because as he
fastened it I realised that as well as being a prop it was also very
effective.
I suddenly panicked thinking shit if my old friend here has a heart
attack or something I could spend days up here and then even worse what
about when someone event rely finds me! How would I explain my suddenly
clear and very embarrassing situation. Oh well best stop panicking, a
few more pics and it will all be over. I hope Dave won't mind when I
tell him I plan to travel, I think he sort of relies on me for company.
It's quite strange I have never actually met any of his friends or
family and he doesn't seem to bother with the girls from the club these
days either. Weird really as he has never made any secret of his high
sex drive or view of women as pretty sexual ornaments whose only
purpose in life is to serve and please men. He was always telling me
about how he planned to spend his retirement with a young nibble wife
running around to his every command. I tried to tell him that whilst I
shred his fantasy he was probably living in a dream world. He just
smiled and said that whilst for someone like me it would not be
possible that for him he had no doubts he would find the perfect
partner and enjoy bringing her to heel as he called it.
Don't know why he is so arrogant as to think I could not achieve the
same though. I might be a lot younger and not yet have his success but
I can see myself in bed with a beautiful blonde wife one day performing
her wifely duties around my dick. Errrmm poor women, with men like us
around its no wonder the sluts moan about equal rights and respect. God
these stockings might feel nice on the skin but I would not fancy
mincing around without my jeans flashing my pins for every Tom Dick and
Harry to ogle at day in day out. I wonder were Dave has gone? I seem to
have been here for ages.
I tried to fight, really I mean that I did. I screamed and screamed but
the gag silenced me and as he held me by the hair I had no choice than
to breath in the relaxing aroma's. I kicked and wriggled my feet all
over the place but the spreader bar stopped me being able to move. As
he fastened the straps around my ankles my toes wriggled around inside
there new prison looking for relief from the stretched arches and
squashed toes as his firm hands gripped my delicate ankle masterfully
for the first time.
I was actually quite grateful at the time as the aching in my feet
helped take my mind off the pain of his large fingers probing my virgin
ass for the first time. My cock lay limp as it experienced the touch of
a man's rough firm grip but as he pulled down my bra straps and began
to bite softly on my exposed nipples my toes began to curl
uncontrollably in the strange comfort of there new bonds as my nipples
screamed out for his mouth and my body relaxed around a now penetrating
finger. I asked at the begging of my story when I first realised I was
a slave but this was not it.
I was let down from the straps but still cuffed chained and ball gagged
he led me to the lounge. After being shown all of the gay magazines
which my pictures had mysteriously ended up in and even more strangely
had been super imposed with other men in acts of homosexuality that
would make the most liberated person think what a slut! I was reminded
of my newest pictures. Not yet developed and prior to my bondage
session showing me happily cavorting around in my female undoes.
As was pointed out to me very clearly I would be free to go once
released from my bonds and take my chances explaining to my friends and
parents when the photographs suddenly started appearing locally what I
had been doing for the last six months. Alternatively I could remain
calm and listen to Dave's proposals on how my secret would remain
between us.
I am not making excuses for myself but bear in mind I was liberated and
living in a drug fuelled haze by now and if I had given more thought
would have probably realised that being outed was far easier than what
was going to happen to me if I agreed to Dave's plan. I think what
clinched it at the time was when Dave explained that I had already been
bathing in female hormone treatments at his house once a month for the
last six months and that in my days of heavy sleep after long party
sessions he had already started applying the lotions and creams that
were now transforming my male body to that of a girl.
As asked, I stupidly signed letters giving Dave power of attorney over
my affairs and wrote to my parents explaining I was doing really well
but would be travelling the world for the next twelve months, mainly in
far off distant places where I would not be able to write. It was a big
mistake as Dave knew as well as I did that there was no way I was ever
going to really agree to being either his gay lover and definitely
never his girlfriend of my own free will and guessed that my eager
signature was just a confused and scared young man waking up to a
reality nightmare. His offer of demanding nothing sexual and letting me
move in purely as his companion was met by me with obvious distrust of
someone who had just been subjected to the ordeal of there trusted
friend blackmailing and assaulting them without apology or apparent
concern, but Dave was right, I figured staying calm and signing the
papers would buy me some time to think.
I was like a scared mouse, cornered, shocked and my head recalling with
both non comprehension and anger at my situation. As he sealed up the
letter to my parents and smiled I quickly realised what I was doing and
shouted at him No, you're crazy and I am even crazier for calmly
sitting here and listening to all this shit you have just told me. My
head started to haze as the pill I had taken earlier kicked in. My last
pleading words of No No you cant do this dissipated into a sleepy
mumble. As I fought to stay awake I could here his voice as he sat back
naked and relaxed in the chair. Don't worry Sarah. In time you will
learn to accept what a girl like you needs, I hope you like the name
Sarah darling. I think it suits you, Mrs Sarah Stevenson, Wife, lover
and slave. I felt a strong hand squeeze my thigh as I passed out,
To my credit it took nearly three months before he was confident enough
to have me out of bondage. I had cried most nights at first especially
as my breasts became obvious and my hips began to widen. Sexually he
left me alone preferring as he said to savour the moment when I
accepted what I needed. I had been made to wear heels daily and now
found it uncomfortable to walk flat footed as my arches had stretched
and my ankle tendons shortened irreversibly. I found myself in the
embarrassing position of needing both bra and heels now purely for
comfort. The hypnosis techniques were not going well though and my
agreement to things was still based largely around physical punishment
and threats. But finally here I was, out of cuffs and collar and
allowed to walk freely around the house. As I said at the start of my
sorry maybe one day I will share in more detail the three months of
hell that has me sitting here now writing this story.
I did look beautiful there was no pretending otherwise. There was also
no denying I would never be a man again as far as in the physical sense
went anyway. But somewhere in this strange new world I was beginning to
develop a liking for the new me. I took at look at his fat body and
bald head as he sat naked as he usually did and just wanted to cry. It
was not the sight of him or the anger I felt toward him that bought on
my tears though. It was the useless limp cock in my panties, shrivelled
by hormones to a lifeless useless appendage, the wanton aching in my
ass that still remembered how my toes had curled that one and only
night when his fingers has entered me and my swollen throbbing nipples
crying out from beneath my bra for his lips.
I stood silently snivelling in my regulation lace top hold ups, pink
polish, black silk bra and panties. My pretty toes protruding from my
kitten mule slippers and my short silk robe hanging open to reveal my
pierced navel. I just stood there sobbing, hands down by my side, legs
slightly apart, offering myself silently. I just cried and cried. I so
wanted to be me again in my head but my body was just limp and almost
crying out for his touch.
As he ran his fingers over my breasts and stomach I just remained
still. As he gently stroked my small cock through my panties, teasing
its limpness with his finger our eyes met. Mascara ran down my cheeks
and I could smell the stale odour of cigars on his fingers. I looked
him directly in the eyes defiantly but still unable to push him away.
You fucking Bastard I mumbled through my tears. Sliding his finger into
my mouth I continued to look directly into his eyes. As he gently and
slowly moved it in and out, rhythmically fucking my mouth with it. I
lifted up my hands to his and slowly began to lick the tip, tasting and
smelling the manly cigar smoke again and the rough skin that now owned
me, body and mind.
He cupped his large hands around my now curled and bleached hair and
gently tongued my soft pink lips. I moaned only twice, once as he
entered me fully and secondly in panic as I realised the warm feeling
inside me was his spunk, slowly melting into my insides to make him a
part of me forever. For a while I remembered the first sight of my
stocking clad legs over his shoulders as I tried to stop him
ejaculating inside me realising as I struggled he just slid deeper in
and thought this was when I had become a slave.
I still don't know if I truly fancy men now. After all what's to fancy
about them apart from the way they thrust you on the bed and feed you
with there lovely juices usually whilst calling you a dirty slut or a
cock loving bitch. Yes that bit I have grown to love and whilst the
removal of my genitals was the worse pain for weeks you can imagine.
The pleasure of my soft wet pussy pressing against a nice pair of silky
panties is nearly as erotic and sensual as my lovely pert breasts.
Dave's retired now but unfortunately all the money was spent before we
got married. He didn't force me by the way but after years of looking
down at my own sexy legs in the various shoes I seem to have developed
a fetish for I somehow sort of just realised that giving myself to him
fully was the best life a women like could ever have. Just like any
other women, that's when I really became a slave x.
He was wrong about one thing though. He may have enjoyed taking away
everything my male life offered and replacing it with the sometimes
mundane chores of a respectful housewife. But at least I did get to
share his fantasy about a beautiful blonde 24/7 and I love her very
much.
Sarah
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