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BDSM by the Book By Stefani Moore I was rather slow when it came to dating. My love life moved at glacial speed until I met my wife. In high school I was skinny and too short to be any good at sports. At school and in the town I grew up in, outside Sioux City, I got pushed around a lot by other boys, all of which translated into a lack of confidence. Particularly around women. When I got to college I felt like I was the only virgin on campus. I heard other guys brag about their conquests, but really didn't get it. I guess I must have been old-fashioned. I always thought you met the right girl, married her, and settled down. Another reason I got pushed around was that I am a Sioux Indian. I have always been proud of my heritage, and have always kept my beautiful black hair long, down to my shoulder blades. Over the years people have always mistaken me for either a guitar player or a girl. To get away from my crappy childhood, I went to college in the east, to State University where I lived in the dorms with three other roommates. One of my roommates was a poor black kid named Doug from Newark, New Jersey. He was 6'4" and on a basketball scholarship. He was a good looking man, with loads of personality. Even though he was a year younger than me, he had more sex with girls in a weekend than I had experienced in my entire life. He was everything that I was not. I couldn't help but look up to him. For some reason Doug took pity on me, and actually hung out with me on occasion. He laughed the first time we were in line at the dorm cafeteria and the cashier called me "Miss." "Doesn't that piss you off?" he asked. "That would make me nuts." I just shrugged and blushed. "I'm not a big, macho guy like you." "Maybe you should cut your hair off dude?" Doug said. "You're such a small fry, and with that long do, it's no wonder half the campus thinks you're a chick." "I don't want to cut my hair," I said. "It's an Indian thing." Doug and I took our trays over to a table and sat down. "I don't know Denny. You need to get out of the Indian game and into the dating game. You dig?" "Girls don't like me." "Dude, you're in college away from home and you spend all day in our dorm, playing Sony Playstation," Doug said as he munched on a rock hard piece of pizza. "You come out with me to the Delta Tau House this Saturday night. I'm going to get you F'd up. And I'm going to get you laid. A'ight?" I gulped nervously. "Sure!" That Saturday night, at the Delta Tau frat party, I only pretended to drink all the plastic cups of beer Doug kept feeding me. When he wasn't looking, I poured them in a plant. Toward the end of the night, Doug put his strong arm around the neck of a wobbly, drunken junior named Nancy O'Hara. "Yo my man Dennis. This is Nancy. She is digging you man. Ain't you Nancy? You like my roommate Denny here, now, don't ya?" The girl's eyes tried to focus on me. She could have been cute if her long brown hair didn't look so wild and she didn't smell so much like beer. She looked like a drunken Janis Joplin. I'd actually seen Nancy around before. She'd been in my English class in my freshman year. In class she'd spoken with intelligence and confidence. I think she was even Pre Med and a sorority girl. "Oh yeah," the girl slurred. "You want to walk me home? I've got a TV. You want to watch some Seinfeld reruns?" Using a very slick dance move, Doug spun Nancy around, so that she landed at my side. He gave me thumbs up, and mouthed the words, "Go for it dude!" So I walked Nancy the two blocks down Allen Street to her place at Highland Towers. Holding her up, and keeping her from falling (too much) turned out to be quite a challenge. Once we were inside her two-room efficiency apartment, she staggered toward the bathroom. "Turn on the TV," she said. "I need to puke." I hadn't had a Seinfeld fix in six months - so the lure of Nancy's 19" Sony, was a great incentive to stay. Waiting on the couch in the dark, I played with the remote. Just when I thought maybe Nancy had passed out, and I was thinking about leaving, she reappeared with her brown hair all wet from a shower. She also wore a red and black checkered flannel robe. She seemed revived, and smelled of clean soap. To get my complete attention, she stood in front of the TV. With a grin, she let her robe drop to the floor to reveal that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes, not even panties! "You look like a rock star," she said, eyes narrowing as she strutted naked right up to me. "And you're wearing too many clothes." I nearly fell backwards off the couch. Cleaned up, Nancy wasn't half bad looking, in a hard sort of way. She had a pleasant round Irish face, pale freckled skin, square hips, and a tattoo of a black heart over her milky left breast. "Come on cutie pie," she said, "let's see what you're packin' for momma." Her eyes drilled through my clothes, like she was trying to use her eyes like X-ray vision to see beneath my pants. Nancy joined me on the couch in a swirl of shampoo, squeaky clean skin, and wet hair. Grabbing my shirt, she pulled it off. She tugged on my belt, unwrapping me like a birthday present. I watched frozen on the couch as she unzipped my fly, and peeled down my jeans like the skin from a banana. In just my jockey shirts, jeans bunched up around my ankles, Nancy pushed me back on the sofa and climbed on top of me. She began kissing me, with full, thick, saliva drenched lips. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, invading me, and exploring my tonsils. As I fought to get my breath, her body thrashed and danced against me like she was a stripper working a pole. Nancy was my height, but twenty pounds heavier, and rather than turning me on, she was knocking the wind out of me. Her fingers fumbled inside my shorts, trying to find my penis - which was trying to escape by crawling back up inside my body. "Jesus, where it is?" Nancy said, breaking free of my lips. "Do you even have one?" she giggled. "Maybe you really are a girl!" "What are you talking about? I'm a man!" The brown-eyed co-ed laughed as she found my member. "Not by much!" She began squeezing my frightened flesh like she was milking a cow. "God, I never felt one this small before. And it's not even hard." Mortified, I wiggled and squirmed beneath her, trying to catch my breath. She yanked down my undershorts. "Damn! You don't even have any hair on your body. I'm not going to get into trouble for molesting a minor, am I? What are you ... like twelve or something?" "I'm twenty-one!" I said. "God, you're tinier than my little brother," she laughed. "I'm sorry, but I've just never seen one this small before." She tried pulling at it, trying to masturbate me. "Why can't you get hard? Are you gay or something? Don't you like me? Aren't I attractive to you? Do you want to touch my breasts? Come on. I want to see if it gets any bigger." Wiggling out from under her, I pushed her hand away and tugged up my underwear. "Please! Stop!" Nancy chuckled, and let me slide out from under her. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I'm just a little disappointed, that's all. I was hoping to get laid tonight. But if you can't get it up..." Feeling about ready to cry, I pulled up my pants and quickly drew my shirt over my head, and jumped from the couch. I wanted to run away. Nancy picked up her robe, pulling it on, closing it over her nude form. "Don't worry," she smiled. "Tonight won't be a total loss. My girlfriends at the sorority are going to laugh their asses off when I tell them this story." With Nancy's laughter ringing in my ears, I stumbled out the door. She leaned out in the hall and watched me run off. "Good night... Casanova!" I practically fell down the stairwell in my hurry to escape. Great. Just great. My one opportunity to have sex, and I blew it, completely and utterly. And to make matters worse Nancy must have told the story to every girl on the campus, because I spent the rest of senior year on my own. Things got worse. After what happened with Nancy, I refused to go to any more parties with Doug. While Doug went out and met all kinds of beautiful girls, all I did at night was stay in our dorm room. Alone, I could not help but think about Nancy dropping her robe in front of me... her full breasts... her hand inside my pants. Whenever I thought about this - I got immediately aroused! A bit too late to do any good, but I could not help but touch myself and masturbate. One night, while I was sitting at my desk chair, looking at some porno on the internet of naked co-eds, one of my other roommates, a freshman named Hank from Altoona, returned home earlier than usual and caught me with my dick in my hand. When he turned on the light and saw what I was doing, he burst out laughing. He turned the light back out, and said, "I'll let you finish your business and be back later dude." Mortified, unable to even finish what I was doing, I turned off the computer, and shoved my penis back into my pants. Oh my God! The rest of my senior year couldn't go by fast enough. Hank obviously told Doug and the rest of the guys in the dorm, so that I basically spent the rest of the year trying to be invisible. After college I got a job at an engineering firm, where I met my future wife, Jody. Thank God. I was so thankful that no one at the office knew of my college experience. It was like starting a whole new life, with a clean slate on dating. A second chance at romance! Jody was older than me by seven years, and was the firm's marketing manager. She was already well established, had her M.B.A., her own home, a good income, and a lot of respect and friends within the company and the local community. Admittedly, Jody was a little overweight by about 30 pounds. And she dressed like an old school teacher and wore her dirty blonde hair in a conservative style. But Jody had an incredibly beautiful, angelic face. Her features reminded me of Jody Foster. Plain to some, but beautiful to me. She sung in the local church choir, and was involved in six professional organizations, which she admitted to me, she only did them to fill her time, because she didn't have a husband. We met, and although I was only a junior graphic designer in the advertising department, we quickly realized there was a unique chemistry between us. We found ourselves drawn to one another in a most magical way. We began eating lunch together every day, going out to movies, bowling, and going to the beach together. Within a few months we were inseparable. After a year time I considered Jody to be my best friend. And after two years, after much begging on my part, Jody finally agreed to marry me. For thirteen years Jody and I lived an extremely normal, routine life. We decided against children, and raised a cat instead. I thought our sex life was fantastic. To me, Jody was just incredible, and I loved every minute with her. Of course, like with most married couples, I suppose our sex life became pretty routine. We did it once a week, every Saturday night, in the same missionary position, with no real variations. During those 13 years, I thought everything was perfectly fine with our love life. At times it seemed to me that Jody went through the motions of our weekly couplings as if it were a routine she did like making dinner, but she never said anything, so I thought everything was just perfect. Then suddenly Jody hit 40 and her sexual appetite noticeably increased. I'd always been the one to initiate our weekly bouts, and I'd always traditionally been on top. After her 40th birthday, I noticed Jody was constantly trying to get me to go down on her... something I'd done only rarely, but I'd never realized she enjoyed it so much. And if I was tired and said I had a headache or wasn't in the mood, Jody got pissy with me! Jody had always been beautiful to me, but after 13 years she'd put on even more weight, till she was tipping the scale at 180 pounds. Which had never bothered me, skinny or with a little extra meat on her shapely butt, I loved my wife with all my heart and soul. But now suddenly at 40, Jody seemed to go through a renaissance. She went on a diet, and for once she stuck to it. She became incredibly driven and started going to the gym three times a week, working out, swimming, and taking aerobics and yoga classes. After nine months she looked like an entirely different woman. She'd dropped 50 pounds, and at 5'8", she'd never looked better in her life. For the first time since I'd known my wife, she began taking a sudden interest in fashion, and clothes, makeup and shoes. She got her hair and nails done every week. She even started wearing sexy dresses, hip-hugger jean flares and sexy heels that strapped up her calves. Here Jody was 40, but looked 28, and she pulled it off magnificently. There was a bounce in her step and a confidence in her eyes that made me feel incredibly proud of her. Admittedly, married to Jody, I couldn't have been happier or more in love. It felt like the perfect life. The next thing I know Jody announced she was having a sex toy party at our house. I really didn't think too much of it, till the night of the party and my wife told me, "I think you'd better go out to the movies or something darling. I don't think you're going to want to stick around for this. The women are going to get pretty wild." She laughed. "I doubt you would be safe." Just then the doorbell rang. "Your guests must be arriving," I said. "I'll just go down to the Regal and catch a flick." "It's probably Nancy, the hostess," Jody said opening the door. It was Nancy all right. The very same Nancy O'Hara. The past 13 years had been good to Nancy. She was decked out like a Dominatrix, all in black leather, with 4" heels on her knee high boots. She was in great shape, and dressed as she was, she reminded me of Betty Page. Later I would find out from Jody, she'd met Nancy in her yoga class. "Good to see you again," she grinned, shaking my hand vigorously. "I wondered if you might be the same Denny Crowe I knew in college." Jody pushed me out the door. "I talk to you later darling," she said giving me a peck on the cheek. I stood outside on my front step, speechless for a few minutes as if paralyzed. Nancy O'Hara was a sex toy hostess? And she was talking to my beloved wife! Oh my God. I thought I'd escaped my embarrassing college years. If Nancy dredged them up and tried to ruin my marriage... I'd... I'd... I sat in the movie theater not even watching the picture. It was a comedy but I didn't feel much like laughing. It could have been in French, I wouldn't have known. I sat there staring at the screen, replaying over and over in my mind the train wreck of an evening I'd spent with Nancy in her apartment... After the party and the ladies had cleared out I came home to find Jody cleaning up from the party. Cocktail glasses and empty beer bottles littered the den. My heart dropped as there was Nancy sitting in my chair, legs crossed, grinning at me. "Ah, she's home," Nancy said. "Stop Jody. Get your little hubby to do it." Jody blushed at me. "Would you mind helping me darling?" Jody asked. "Sit down, and let him do it," Nancy commanded. "He's been out sitting down at a movie, while you've been running ragged serving your guests. Take a break. Denny, will you please finish cleaning up. Wash the dishes. And empty the trash." I looked at my wife, who could only shrug. My face reddened at being ordered around like this in my own house. Fuming, I picked up a Martini glass, and empty bowl of chips and carried them into the kitchen. Behind me, I heard Nancy say, "See. Was that so hard? He was born to serve. And you my princess were born to rule." Quietly, I cleaned up the den and kitchen while the two women chatted in the other room. Unfortunately they whispered, so I couldn't hear much. Finally as Nancy left I heard her say, "Just read the book. It's all in the book." Afterwards we retired to our bedroom, where we both began getting undressed and ready for bed. As I stepped out of my shoes, I noticed a new hardback on Jody's night stand. As Jody went back and forth in and out of the bathroom, getting washed up and changed, I picked up the book. "Female Supremacy by Edith Scarsdale," I read out loud. "Honey? What's this all about?" "What do you think," Jody said undressing and pulling on her shortie nightgown. "Look what else I bought." She laid seven pairs of women's panties on our bed... each with a day of the week written across the front... all of them appeared to be standard women's bikini underwear, except for Saturday's which was made of see through black nylon mesh. "Very sexy," I said. "Can't wait to see you in the black ones." "No silly, they're not for me, I bought them for you. From Nancy. She suggested them." "What!" "Oh come on Denny, let's have a little fun. Our sex life has been so vanilla for years. Let's put a little spice into our life. We don't have any kids. We can do whatever we want for a change. Remember how we used to make love outside in the pool? We haven't done anything romantic like that in years." "And you think me wearing women's underwear is romantic?" Jody grinned at me devilishly. "Nancy said she thought you would look quite sexy in them, and I agree. I can't wait to see you in them." "What else did you and Nancy talk about?" I asked nervously. Evasively, not looking me in the eyes, Jody pulled back the sheets on our bed. "I don't want to talk about that right now. Let's just say that she's given me a couple of very good ideas on how we can spice up our love life." "Our love life is fine! It doesn't need spicing!" Jody looked at me incredulously, like I had to be joking. "Honey, come on, you have to admit, our sex life is pretty boring. We've been doing it in the missionary position for the last 13 years! You have absolutely no interest anymore. You just go through the motions. I feel like I have to practically beg you to go down on me." "That's not true!" I said defensively. "I look forward to the nights we make love! Jody, you know how much I love you. I'd do anything for you." "You would?" "You know I would. I'd walk through fire for you." Jody chuckled. "Alrighty then. That means you won't have any trouble throwing away your nasty old skidmark underwear, and wearing these panties for me. Right?" Shaking my head, I sighed and agreed. "Okay dear." If it made Jody happy, it made me happy. "But that's as far as I'm going!" I cried. "I don't want to get into any of this weird, kinky sex stuff." "Of course darling. Oh, and something else," Jody added. "We're going to read this book. Female Supremacy by Edith Scarsdale. Nancy told me her and her husband Doug read it together, and it totally saved their marriage." "Doug?" I asked. No, it couldn't be. Not my old college roommate? "Nancy didn't say whether her husband was black or not, did she?" "No, she didn't," Jody replied. "Why, do you know him? Do you want me to ask?" I shook my head no, and shuddered. I looked at the book in my hands. Beneath the title was the subheading, which I read out loud: "Female Supremacy. A look at female dominant and male submissive relationships." I opened the cover to the table of contents and read through the headings. "Chapter one, The Submissive Male Sissy... Chapter two, Female Domination Through Discipline... honey, are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Jody's eyes narrowed. "Of course. I know exactly what I'm doing. We're going to read that book together. Starting tonight. Put on a pair of your panties, and let's get into bed and read the first chapter together out loud. It'll be fun." We did too. I wasn't sure I was completely buying everything this Scarsdale woman wrote. She threw up all kinds of statistical figures, claiming women college graduates were up... males were down. Women were naturally smarter... stronger... more suited to command. To listen to Edith Scarsdale, you'd think all women were the superior gender for a million and one reasons. And just as naturally, all that males were good for - was serving women. As we read, Jody slipped her hand into the pair of blue silk panties I was wearing, and began fondling me. By the time she'd finished the last paragraph, I was extremely aroused, and wanted nothing more than to mount my lady love, and make short, sweet love to her. She tossed the book aside as we kissed. Jody seemed more passionate, more excited than I had ever seen her before. However when I tried to climb on top of her - she resisted. "No darling," she said, pushing me away. "What!" I cried. "You have me so turned on. I want to make love to you." "I know you do, but I don't want you to." "Don't you enjoy..? We both can..." "No." "No what?" I asked incredulously. "You don't like it when we make..?" Jody fluffed her pillow, and sat up in bed. "No, quite honestly, I don't." "Jody, I can't believe you waited thirteen years to tell me this! What? You don't have an orgasm when I make love to you?" My wife looked at me sadly, and nodded her head. "Not once Denny." Talk about a stake through the heart. "You've been faking it all these years!?" She shrugged. "I'm sorry. You just don't do it for me that way." I gulped and sat up too. My head was spinning. To find out that the woman of my dreams, my beloved wife had never... "Not even..?" Jody shook her head. "Not even once." For the first time in years, I felt like I wanted to cry. My wife pulled me into her arms and lovingly hugged me close. "Oh darling, don't get upset. I'm sorry, I really am. But don't take it so hard. I love you dearly, and you've given me a great deal of pleasure. Honestly you have." "I have?" I sniffled. "Oh yes darling, the things you can do with your tongue. Can't you tell? And the way you touch me with your fingers." Her face grew flustered. "You turn me on with your fingers, better than I can do myself." "Really?" I asked with some surprise. "But I thought all of that was just foreplay for the main event. I thought that when I made love to you, that you..." Jody cut in, "Well you thought wrong darling. And now, since we're reading Edie Scarsdale's book, I thought it was time you found out the truth." I gulped. "So this means you don't want to make love tonight? Can't I at least..." Jody lifted her eyebrows, and shook her head. "No darling, not tonight, or ever again. I'm sorry. It's just a waste of time. Not unless we can do something about your penis." "What's wrong with it?" My wife winced, looking at me carefully, quite obviously not wanting to hurt my feelings. "Well darling, to be quite truthful... it's kind of small. I never said anything, well, because I didn't want to give you a complex. That's why I just kept my mouth shut all those years. I didn't want to hurt your feelings." I blushed hotly, utterly crushed at the thought that I did not possess the physical equipment to adequately satisfy my beloved spouse. "I was talking to Nancy," Jody said delicately, "and she said we can buy some sort of an extension. You just fit it over your..." Shaking my head, covering my ears with my hands, I cried out for her to, "Please stop! Can we just not talk about this right now?" She slid down underneath the sheets, and held out her arms to me. "Of course my darling. Come here." We hugged, and as her arms wrapped around me, I knew that she still loved me, and that everything would be all right. Her hand slipped back inside my women's briefs, and began fondling me once again. "Please don't think I don't like the little soldier," Jody smiled. "He gets excited quite fast... and you get wonderfully hard. I love the way you feel in my hand, when I'm stroking you up and down." My breaths came faster as her hand moved faster. Remembering what she'd said, likewise, I slid my own hand inside my wife's underwear. She was soaked. She blushed slightly, and admitted, "Reading that book really turned me on. You have no idea how much fun we're going to have together. I cannot wait to read the next chapter!" With that she kissed me. After thirteen years, the two of us were experts at pleasing one another with our fingers. We brought one another to the most glorious mutual climax, after which we drifted peacefully to sleep in one another's arms. The next night when I got into bed, wearing a pair of red cotton panties, Jody was already waiting for me, wearing one of her sexy, see- through black teddies that she'd bought from Victoria's Secret. Once I'd snuggled up to her side, by candlelight Jody read, "Chapter two Female Domination Through Discipline." "I don't think I'm going to like this part. Why don't you skip this chapter." "Oh no. This chapter is crucial." Jody looked at me and batted her eyelashes. From beneath the covers she brought one of our ping pong paddles and laid it on her lap. "What is that for?" I asked nervously. "Before this night is over, I'm going use this on you," she said simply. "What for?" I cried. "It's not like I've done anything wrong." My wife thought for a moment. "Yes you have. You made love to me for thirteen years without ever once giving me an orgasm. I'm going to beat your ass raw, for making me go through with that... to have to pretend to enjoy it... when I really wanted to..." "To what?" I asked, horrified. Jody looked at me, her eyes glistening. "I wanted to laugh!" "To laugh?" I almost cried. "That's horrible!" Jody wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tried to keep me from moving away. She pulled me to her side. "Oh my sweet darling, I'm sorry, but it's so true. You don't know how many times you've been on top of me... the same old position... the same old three grunts right before you came. After a while, I just had to laugh, or I wouldn't have been able to go through with it." I whimpered in her arms. My male ego had not only been trampled, it had been run over by a steam roller. Jody read, "The quickest way to put your husband into his place, is by placing him over your lap, and giving him an old fashioned over-the-knee spanking. You'll find it rather amazing how quickly this simple act will bring out his submissive nature. Some women hold weekly review sessions, where they review their husband's behavior, and if he's been grouchy or insensitive they use it as a reason to resort to corporal punishment. Other women find they do it simply because it excites them to break down their husband's macho defenses..." After we read chapter two, Jody was good to her word, and made me lay across her lap on our bed. Just assuming the position, over her thighs was quite humiliating. I nearly died when she peeled down my panties, and caressed my bare bottom. "You have the cutest ass," she said almost reverently. "You have no idea how adorable your bottom looks in your new panties. I do hope you realize that after a while I am going to throw away all of your boy underwear. I want you in women's bikinis, the French cut, and the new boy panties. We're going to get you nylon panties, silk and lace ones... you have no idea how much seeing you in them turns me on." Initially I thought about objecting to throwing my men's underwear away, but considering the position I was in, I found myself saying softly, "Yes dear." She picked up the ping pong paddle, and gave my bottom a hesitant swat. When I sighed in relief, she gave me another... a little harder... and a little bit harder now... and a little bit harder... until I was squirming and trying not to scream. Finally, after about a dozen blows, I could take it no more, and tried twisting my arm behind my back to protect my reddening bottom. "That's enough!" I said. "That's hardly anything at all, you big sissy!" "It's been a long time since I've been spanked!" I cried. "Please, stop! Please give me a rest before you..." With a lusty growl, Jody brought the paddle down harder than ever before. "We've been doing things your way the last 13 years in the bedroom, and look where it got us." She continued wailing away on my bottom, hitting each cheek squarely in the center. "I'm taking over now. We're going to be doing things my way in the future." She punctuated each word with a swift blow from her paddle. I shrieked in pain. "Please no more!" For the next fifteen minutes, my wife continued to wail on my poor backside. It was as if she was letting loose 13 years of frustration... 13 years of revenge. As she continued to flail away, I began to break down. My walls, my defenses, completely crumbled, as I squirmed, begged and cried for her to stop. Eventually her arm tired, and she lay the paddle aside. By the time she was finished she was breathing hard, and I was sobbing. "God, that was hot," she said throatily. There could be no doubt that spanking me had aroused her to a degree she'd never experienced before. Grabbing me by the hair, she yanked me to my knees, and like she was guiding our vacuum cleaner, she directed my mouth to her crotch. "See how much I enjoyed that." She was soaked. Wetter than I'd ever felt her before. She moaned loudly, as I stuck out my tongue and began to lap at her sweet nectar. "In the future... I have a feeling... we're going to be doing this... a lot." Lifting my head up from my wife's open thighs, I cried, "That's not fair! You can't just spank me for no reason." Jody's eyes were narrow slits. As my tongue went back to work lapping at her clitoris, her entire body undulated with pleasure. "It excites me. That's a reason," she said. Her eyes closed as she approached orgasm. "But you're right." She moaned softly. "I'll tell you what. Once a week..." Her hips began to push back at my face, mashing her pubic bone against my mouth. "... I'll review your behavior. And if you've been bad..." Her voice rose as her entire body tensed. "...you'll get a paddling." With that, she cried out breathlessly, grunted several times, and collapsed among her pillows. She lay there, entirely still, eyes closed, mouth open... as if in a trance. I wiped my mouth on the sheets, and snuggled up against her side. "And if I'm good?" I asked. "What then?" What reward? Maybe then I would get to make love to my beautiful, sexy, sweet wife..." "If you're good," Jody said smiling, dreamily, "... you'll still get spanked. I'm going to spank you anyway. Just because it turns me on." "You can't do that," I objected. "That's not fair! If I'm good, I think you should let me do what I want to do for a change." Jody laughed loudly, like I'd made a hilarious joke. "If you think you're going to climb on top of me like you used to," my wife said, rolling away from me to her side of the bed, "you'd better get that silly thought right out of your head. Those days are over. I make the rules now." Jody snuggled up against her pillow. "What a minute," I cried. "You can't go to sleep. What about me? I just gave you an orgasm. When do I get my turn?" My wife chuckled, her eyes closing, heavy with sleep. "You've had your turn... for the last 13 years. The next 13 years... it's my turn. This is a little payback for all the nights you had your orgasm and went to sleep, and didn't care one bit about satisfying me." "But I thought I was pleasing you! You admitted you were faking it all those years. This is just completely unfair!" Jody yawned, and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Waa! Waa! Waa! Whine, whine, whine. You're starting to sound like a wife already. Shut up and just go to sleep." Simmering in anger, I turned my back to my wife, and hugged my own pillow. That was it. I would refuse to read any more of the book. Enough of these silly games. I wanted our life to go back to the way it used to be. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the days when I had been the one on top... when we made love every Saturday night right after the 11:00 news. Okay, so it was a little routine. But I had loved just being inside my wife. She couldn't be serious. She had to let me make love to her again, or I would just die! The next night, once again Jody was waiting in bed, this time wearing a black corset with garter belts and black fishnet stockings, and looking intoxicatingly sexy. Out of protest I wore a pair of my male boxer shorts to bed. When I tried to get into bed, Jody forbade it. "Don't you dare!" Jody said firmly and pointed me to my dresser. "Put on a pair of your panties, this minute, or I'll put you over my knee again - right now!" Wanting to argue, but afraid of the paddle, grumbling I did as I was told, putting on the yellow pair marked Tuesday. When I finally climbed into bed beside her and that damned book, she gave my bottom a playful swat. "Can't we forget about the book for one night, and just go to sleep?" "No! You promised! We're reading a chapter every night. It's not a big book. Come on. We'll take turns reading out loud like we did last night. It will be fun." "I'm afraid to look at what she has to say next," I said gloomily. "You're right," Jody admitted. "You're not going to like it. So before we start reading, I want to put some restraints on you." "What?" I watched as Jody pulled a pair of leather handcuffs out from beneath the bed sheets. "I bought these from Nancy earlier today," she said examining how they worked. "Jody, really now. Hasn't this gone just a bit too far?" "Just put your hands behind your back," my wife said. She fit the leather cuffs around my wrist, and hooked them together behind my back. "Now I can't exactly hold the book like this, can I?" I said. "Don't you worry about a thing," Jody said merrily. "I'll take care of everything. Here. You read. It's your turn." Laying on her side she held the book open with one hand, while she encouraged me onward by sliding her other hand into my panties and playing with my balls. Struggling to control my voice and not to moan, I read out loud, "Chapter three, Enforced Male Chastity and Orgasm Denial." I looked at my wife in shock. "Good Lord Jody, you can't be serious. This is completely insane." "Keep reading!" Whimpering, I continued, "If left unsupervised, a male will masturbate at least once a day. Depending on his testosterone levels, he may masturbate 2-4 times a day. When you control your husband's penis, you control his life. And when you control his orgasms, he will become most delightfully submissive to your every whim. If he pouts... whines... or gives you any back talk, all you have to do is increase the length of time between his orgasms. Use these techniques long enough, and you'll find your husband will become quite agreeable to anything your heart desires." I struggled with my bonds, wanting to close the book. "This is ridiculous! I can't go on!" "I'll read for a while." My wife pulled another one of her surprises out from beneath the bed sheets. This time it was a black velvet pouch with CB-2000 written on the side in gold letters. "What is that?" I asked nervously. "You'll see," Jody said removing her hand from my panties and reading. Read she did. It was horrifying. This woman Edith Scarsdale had the insane idea that the best way for a wife to subjugate her husband was by putting his penis under lock and key in some sort of medieval chastity device. She actually recommended that a man be allowed only one orgasm a week - although she claimed that a lot of women preferred two weeks or even longer! "I think we'll start you off with one a week," Jody said as she finally closed the book. "Let's see, your last one was three nights ago. So you'll get your next one this coming Friday." I really didn't see how she was going to enforce this edict, until she spilled the contents of the CB-2000 pouch on the bed between us. There were a number of clear plastic parts... pins... rings... and a tiny little padlock. With my hands bound behind my back, I was helpless to do a thing, but watch in horrified fascination as my wife began to encase my poor penis in a clear cage-like device. She fit the pieces together like she was building a Lego prison around my cock. Her touch brought an immediate reaction from my body. My manhood stood proudly, defying the clear plastic hood that was meant to fit over the head. Jody kept trying to jam the hood down over the head, but it just wouldn't fit. "Make it go down," she said determinedly. "If you masturbate me, it will go down," I said hopefully. "You wish," she laughed. "I told you. You don't get another orgasm till next Friday." "But that's four days!" Jody seemed to be finding the terrified look on my face quite amusing. As I lay there with my hands bound behind my back, with a clear plastic ring fitted around the base of my cock, Jody laughed and climbed from the bed. I struggled with the cuffs, quite uselessly, while Jody ran barefoot to the kitchen. I listened as she opened the refrigerator. Maybe she was thirsty and wanted a drink. She returned with a wash rag. I gasped as she held a handful of ice to my balls! I could not help but squeal and squirm in shock and pain. It was like taking a freezing cold shower. It was so cold I could feel my flesh retracting inside myself. "That's much better," Jody said, sliding the clear plastic hood over my shriveled penis. She fit the pins through the ring, and snapped closed the lock. Once it was on, both of us stared at my crotch. My poor frightened penis looked like a caged and wrinkled little old man behind a set of clear plastic bars. I looked at my wife wildly, "This is starting to go a little too far Jody. I don't like this one bit..." My wife smiled at me soothingly, caressed my face, and kissed me. "Don't worry my darling. If you are a good boy, and I take it off on Friday... after waiting a week... think about it... the release is going to be incredible." "What if I get in a car accident?" I said uncertainly. "What if I have to go to the hospital? What if I go to the pool and..." "What if you wearing it, turns your wife on," Jody said, licking her lips, kissing me. She broke away fiercely. "Knowing that you are completely under my control just gets me so hot. Come here!" She grabbed my hair almost violently, and shoved my face down between her thighs. "You know the drill!" Once again, like the previous night, I lapped and licked at my wife's sopping wet pussy till she experienced a loud, mattress shaking orgasm. Like before, she came so hard, she seemed to black out for a minute or so. And much like the night before, within minutes Jody was fast asleep, while I lay there, frustrated and wearing this ridiculous piece of plastic around my privates. I wanted to rip it off, but with my hands still restrained behind my back, there was absolutely nothing I could do, but lay there trying not to get upset. In the morning, Jody woke quite cheerful and refreshed. As she unlocked my wrists she apologized for forgetting and leaving them on. When I asked about the CB-2000, and for her to remove it she shook her head negatively. "No my darling, that stays on. Till Friday." When I went to object, she held up a hand, motioning for me to be quiet. "Think twice before you say another word. Because if you so much as try to take off your chastity belt, I will add another week. So don't say a word. Just think about that for a minute." I did, and in utter fury, I clamped my mouth shut, and practically ran from our bed. As I showered and got dressed for work, with a pair of women's panties under my male clothes, I grumbled and said that people would be able to notice the device under my clothes, but in truth, you could not even tell it was there. At work that day, in the privacy of the men's room, I sat in one of the stalls, and examined the piece of hardware locked around my groin. There was a clear ring about the base of my cock, that was connected by three plastic pins to a tube over the head and shaft. The padlock locked the ring to the tube of bars. The only way to get it off, would be to break it. Tapping my foot, for a few minutes I contemplated smashing it with a hammer. Mm... what if I hurt myself? Ouch. It was a very delicate place to be twisting around with hacksaws or electric drills. And if I were lucky enough to somehow smash it open, without castrating myself, Jody would be livid. It would mean another week of denial, and undoubtedly another trip across her knee. Sighing in resignation, I pulled up my panties and trousers, and left the damned thing alone. What else could I do? That night after work, I was afraid to go home. I tried watching television quite later than usual, hoping Jody would go to bed without me. At midnight, she came down from the bedroom wearing a long black robe, and turned off the set. She didn't have to say a word. I knew it was time for bed. Laying beside her wearing just a pair of panties and my CB-2000, I felt grumpy. I refused to even look at the book spread open on her lap. "Chapter four," she read, "Swapping Roles: Forced Feminization." Oh no. Jody read, "When you remove your husband's male clothing, your strip away his protective male macho image of himself. By forcing him to wear women's clothes, he'll develop a better understanding of women's issues... he'll become more empathetic, more sensitive and even more affectionate. Men are easily seduced by the sensuality of women's fabrics. The tactile sensations of lace, silk and nylon will hypnotize him, turning him into soft clay that you can re-shape and mold however you desire. At first your man will reject what you are trying to do to him - he equates dressing like a woman as being a sissy. But over time, even the most masculine man will find himself craving the soft erotic feeling of women's lingerie. Use it to your advantage. A feminized husband, is a submissive husband, one that will wait on you hand and foot..." As my wife continued to read through the chapter, I felt myself growing scared. Edith Scarsdale was stark raving crackers. She gave complete instructions for the husband shave his body ... wear pantyhose... high heels... dresses and douche regularly! When Jody finally closed the book, I looked at her with tears in my eyes, "Please Jody. Please don't do this to me. You can't imagine how humiliated I feel already to be wearing this thing locked around my crotch. I can't dress like a... woman." "Of course you can! Don't look so frightened my darling. It's only clothes." My wife picked up a Fredericks of Hollywood bag she had by the side of the bed, and handed it to me. "So I bought you some presents today," she said smiling. With trembling hands, I dumped the contents on the bed between us... a sheer white camisole with marabou around the neckline... with matching diaphanous white robe... a garter belt... white stockings... and a new pair of lace white panties. "Put it all on darling," Jody whispered. In her eyes was a look of desire I'd never seen before. "Please, for me." "I'll look ridiculous," I protested. "I'll be the judge of that," she said. "The way you're built, you're so slender... something tells me you're going to make a better woman than you are a man." My head spinning in confusion, I climbed nervously out of bed. Half of me was terrified of the thought of putting on women's lingerie... but the other half, hidden deep down inside me, was curious. Especially by my wife's comment that I could make an attractive female. I'd always made such a wimpy male. What if she was right? When I considered that she just might be, I shuddered. I could not imagine what it might be like to be an attractive female... preyed upon by men! My whole body trembling, I stepped into the sheer white camisole, and pulled the spaghetti straps up over my shoulders. You could see right through the material. Jody helped me with the garter belt and the stockings. When we were done, she told me to step back from the bed, and to twirl around for her. When I did, Jody clasped her hands to her face, quite delighted. "You look incredible! With your long black hair, and your figure, I knew you'd make a pretty woman." "Let me see," I said, bewildered, looking in the long mirror behind our bedroom door. Looking back at me was a dark haired, seductive looking woman wearing sexy white lingerie with garter belts and stockings. It took me a moment to realize it was me! Jody climbed from bed and stood behind me, staring at my reflection with me. "Come to the bathroom. I want to do your makeup. With a little eye makeup, blush and lipstick, you could be a real beauty." Finding it hard to stop staring at myself, I shook my head, hoping to break the spell I seemed to be under. Good Lord, what was I doing? How had I let Jody talk me in all of this! First to let her lock away manhood, and now to dress me in women's lingerie! Where was all of this leading..? Taking me by the hand, Jody led me into our powder room, and sat me down on the commode. Opening up her makeup bag, using various brushes she stroked white eye shadow under my eyebrows... and a smoky burnt sienna over my eyelids... black liner... long lash mascara... rosy blush... translucent powder... red lip liner... "Pucker your lips," my wife said. She swiped pink lipstick around my mouth. "Now stand up and look at yourself." I stood and looked in the mirror over the sink. I gulped. Jody was right. My delicate features might have been a liability as a man, but they were an asset to a woman. The makeup highlighted my eyes, brought out my cheekbones and turned my lips pouty and sensual. While I stood there gawking at myself, mesmerized by my own reflection, Jody took a comb and began teasing out my hair in a feminine style. When she was done and coating me in a haze of hair spray... I looked like an airbrushed Penthouse centerfold. "We're going to get both of your ears pierced, so you can wear some pretty earrings. A pair of pearls would look lovely on you with this outfit." "Do you like me like this?" I whispered. Jody put down her comb. Standing behind me, she put her arms around my waist and hugged me close. She said to my reflection in the mirror, "I think you look hot." Dragging me back to bed, Jody positioned me once more between her outstretched thighs. There was no question that everything we'd been reading in Edie Scarsdale's book was having a dramatic effect on my wife. Her panties were soaking wet. All I had to do was touch her with my tongue... which I did slowly and sparingly... and my wife was thrashing about and moaning loudly. Although I'd performed oral sex on Jody before, I'd never done it like this... wearing a sheer white camisole... garter belts and stockings... with my face made up and my long hair teased out. With my poor penis restrained in it's plastic cage, for some insane reason instead of feeling like a man... I wondered if this is what it felt to be a lesbian. Is this what it felt like to be a woman as I lapped at my wife's glistening pussy? In no time at all, she went completely haywire and absolutely wild... I'd never heard her so loud before, as she screamed out during her orgasm. Afterwards she lay in a heap among a pile of pillows, breathing hard, like she'd just completed an Olympic marathon. I snuggled up to her side, and nuzzled her neck, planting gentle kisses all over her face. "Please Jody, will you let me loose! Please take this thing off me, so I can enjoy myself too." With the back of her hand over her eyes, trying to get her act together, my wife said, "What day is this?" "Wednesday," I said. "I told you I wasn't letting you out till Friday." "But Jody!" I cried. "This just isn't fair! You've had an orgasm every night this week, and I haven't had one in ages!" Eyes still closed but grinning, my wife reached out and wrapped her arm around my neck and then she pulled me close. "It's been four days for you. You are horny, aren't you?" "I'm going out of my mind!" I said emphatically. "If you won't let me make love to you, just let me masturbate. Anything!" Chuckling, eyes still closed, Jody snuggled her nose up against my cheek. "No my darling. You're going to wait. It's just three more days." Whimpering in frustration, I began begging and pleading with her to unlock the CB-2000 and let me have some relief. Unfortunately, the harder I begged, the more adamant Jody became that she was not going back on her word. Never having been denied like this before, I hate to admit, that I even tried using tears. "Please Jody, I'm begging you!" All of which amused her to no end. "I like you like this," she said kissing my cheek. "Now let's go to sleep my little princess." The next morning, before I could even brush my teeth, I felt Jody climbing on top of my face. Gripping the headboard of our bed, I awoke to see my wife's vagina descending on my jaw. Her thighs closed around my head, holding it in place as she began to undulate her pussy lips against my mouth. Tentatively I stuck out my tongue. Above me I watched as Jody threw her head back, and began to dance her velvety nether lips back and forth across my mouth. My tongue flicked across her clitoris and she gasped. In thirteen years of marriage, Jody had never behaved this way before! To actually straddle my head that way... almost as if she was using me for her own pleasure! All I could do was lay there, and use my tongue as best as I could, while above me she gyrated over my face to another explosive orgasm. Afterwards she seemed to freeze for several minutes, like she did not want to ever let the moment go. Finally, with a sigh, she dismounted my head, and scampered off to the shower. Slowly I removed the white camisole and unhooked the garters, and slid down the stockings. Edie Scarsdale was crazy. Yes, they did feel sensual, but I could never see how wearing such materials could become addictive. No matter what Jody might wish me to wear, I was still a man! While I showered and Jody dried herself off, she said, "We're not going into work today. I told Robert yesterday that we won't be coming in. We're taking a personal day." "Whatever for?" I asked, scrubbing the makeup from my face. "We're going shopping." "For what? Groceries?" I asked. We were out of milk and bread. "No silly. For you. We're going to buy you a whole new wardrobe." Sticking my head out of the shower, I looked at her nervously. "Isn't just wearing that little white outfit enough?" "No my darling," she said drying her hair. "I want to get you some bras and panties, and a couple of outfits. Some blouses and slacks... and maybe at least one dress. Then you're going to need shoes... flats and a pair of heels... maybe a pair of mules for around the house." The rest of the day turned to be something out of my worst nightmares. Jody not only bought me several outfits, she insisted that I try everything on first. Which meant using the women's changing booths. There I was in just a pair of pink panties, in a tiny booth, with several women in the booths around us, and Jody suddenly started to feel amorous! The next thing I knew she was kissing me passionately, and her hands were roaming all over my body, including inside my panties! She began to shake and jiggle my bound flesh, causing it to awake and try to rise. Only the plastic bars of the CB-2000 restrained any attempts at an erection... This made the way Jody was fondling my testicles extremely nerve wracking. I was trying very hard not to moan or groan, lest it alarm the women getting changed in the booths around us. It was bad enough that a man was in the girl's dressing rooms... but one wearing women's panties locked in a chastity belt was just too embarrassing. The thought of being caught dressed in women's clothing made my heart race! "Please stop," I whispered in her ear, "you're teasing me to death!" "You don't like it when I touch you?" Jody chuckled, squeezing my smooth balls. "Do you want me to stop?" "I like it!" I said excitedly, trying not to raise my voice. "Just not right now!" My poor penis throbbed painfully, as Jody's manipulations caused all the blood in my body to race to my crotch - only to be forbidden erection by the tight confines of the CB-2000. Eventually Jody tired of teasing me, and made me try on the dress she'd picked out. A black velvet cocktail dress. I tried it on, as well as several pairs of women's flares, till we got the right fit. "A size 5/6," Jody said ruefully. "You're smaller than I am. And everything looks great on you." From there we went to the Piercing Pagoda where I got both ears pierced. Then it was to a woman's shoe store where Jody insisted I try on both flats and heels. The aisles of shoes were crowded. A mother and her young daughter stared at me as I stepped into an open-toed pair of heels. Red faced and wanting to die, I hurriedly took a few steps but felt awkward, and embarrassed to the core. "One last stop," Jody said when we were back in the car. "Can't we just go home!?" I cried. What new humiliations did my wife have in store for me? Emotionally I felt like I'd just walked away from a plane wreck. Enough was enough! Not hardly. Jody took me to her beauty parlor, where she had her beautician Wendy, give my hair a more feminine style. I felt like a little kid sitting in the chair as my mother told the barber how to cut my hair. "I want you to take off about 3" and feather his hair back," my wife directed. As I've already mentioned, I am part Sioux Indian, and my long black hair was down past my shoulder blades. Jody had Wendy keep most of the length, but she gave me girlish bangs and shaped the sides so that it framed my face. As we were leaving and Jody was paying at the cash register, an older black woman heading out the door grabbed my wrist, smiled and said to me, "You have such pretty hair. It looks beautiful." Jody beamed proudly, while I thanked the woman weakly. Once we were home Jody said, "Let's have a little fun. Why don't you put on that summer dress I bought you? I want to see how you look in that and those wedge sandals." She supervised as I put on a white bra and panties, then a pink with white polka dotted summer dress, pantyhose, the 3" sandals, hose, and once again Jody did my makeup. For a finishing touch, she put a pair of pearl earrings in my freshly pierced ears. Then she directed me in front of the full length mirror behind our bedroom door. "You really do make a hot looking babe," Jody said hugging me from behind. I never would have imagined that I would make such an attractive looking woman but seeing myself that way... did something to me. An entirely new person inside of me... who Jody christened ?Deena'... burst from my heart... and my soul. I felt like I was seeing myself... my true self... for the first time. My wife swatted my bottom, and said, "Why don't you start dinner? I'm going to call the office and check in. Make sure you wear your apron. I don't want you ruining that dress." While Jody sat in the den chatting with Robert our boss at the office, I made us a pot roast. It felt odd to move about the kitchen in a dress and heels. As I sat on a stool chopping up carrots I looked down at myself... at my legs in nylons... and my sexy new shoes. I crossed my legs femininely at the knee. This entire charade was utterly de- masculinizing... but, I admit I liked the way my legs rubbed together wearing hose. I kept staring at my reflection in the microwave door. I liked the way my eyes looked in makeup... they were so much sharper... prettier. On the other hand, my heart was pounding so hard, I felt like I was going to have a stroke! Wearing lingerie in bed or a dress in the house was one thing, but what if Jody wanted me to go out to dinner this way? How far did she plan to take this? It was one thing for her to experiment with her sexuality in the privacy of our own home, but the thought of stepping outside into the real world dressed as the opposite sex... my hands trembled as I made a salad. People would laugh. What if one of our co-workers saw me? Or the neighbors? Or Nancy? By the time Jody was finished with her calls and we were sitting down at the dinner table, I felt like a nervous wreck. "One last touch," Jody said, lighting the candles on the dining room table and dimming the lights. "There. That's much more romantic." As we sat and ate, Jody never looked happier. "I am so proud of you," she said. "You've come such a long way in these past few days." I sipped my ice tea and frowned. "I hardly feel proud of myself. You're stripping away everything it took me a lifetime to build." My wife considered this. "Yes, stripping away all the bullshit and getting to the real person underneath." "You really think this is who I am?" I asked incredulously, Jody sipped her wine and smiled. "Let's go upstairs... and get ready for bed. I think this next chapter is going to answer your question." After I'd done the dishes, I found Jody in bed wearing a black with blue lace merry widow, with Edith Scarsdale's book on her lap. On my side of the bed she'd laid out a short red teddy with red garters and red fishnet hose. "You have a thing about garter belts," I said, stepping out of my dress. Jody blushed slightly. "I love the way your legs feel in stockings." I quickly washed up, and donned my new pair of lingerie and climbed into bed. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and opened the book. "Where were we?" I asked nervously. "Chapter five," Jody said. "You read." I scanned the title and read, "Chapter five... Taking Charge in Bed: The Strap-on..." At first as I began reading, I wasn't even sure what a strap-on was. It quickly became apparent that it was harness worn by a woman with an attached dildo. "When a woman uses a strap-on penis on her submissive male, it completely and forevermore reverses their roles in the bedroom. The woman now becomes the Dominant, the aggressor, and the male becomes the submissive, receiver. For most women, using a strap-on gives her a tremendous feeling of superiority. And, the male that submits to such treatment, will be meek and subservient from that moment onward, both inside and outside the bedroom..." When we were done reading, without a word Jody pulled aside the bed covers, to reveal she was wearing a black leather strap-on harness, with a very formidable, flesh colored, 8" cock. "It's big, isn't it?" Jody chuckled, as she wrapped her hand around the base of a very lifelike looking dildo. With a grin, she stroked her hand up and down, like it was really alive. "Please Jody, not this. Anything but this!" Jody threw aside the covers, and tugged my panties down and off. "Even if I let you out of your cage for a while? How about that? Will you go quietly then?" "Look, this just isn't right!" I cried. Still, I did not resist as Jody took the key from her necklace and unlocked the CB-2000. I was free at last! My wife placed the pieces of the chastity belt carefully on the night stand, then turned to me, and began stroking my shrunken flesh. Quickly it sprang to life, and was throbbing in her grasp. She pulled me to her, and turned to face me, so that our cocks touched. She rubbed them together... stroked them together... comparing her size to mine. "I'm twice your size... and a lot thicker... feel it," she said. Whimpering, my hand joined her hand... our two hands stroked and fondled our two penises together. It was true, as mine lay their on top of hers, mine looked petite in comparison...hers looked much more manly... Jody rolled on top of me, and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the love in my heart that I felt for this beautiful, powerful and incredible woman. I felt so happy just to be paired with her... that it really mattered little how we expressed our love... the important thing was - that we loved. She knelt between my outstretched thighs. The thing between her legs waved side to side like a long-necked giraffe. "I want to make love to you." My eyes pleaded with her to stop. "I don't understand... I'm not a woman, I'm a man..." My wife lifted my ankles, and pressed them over my head, raising my bottom off the bed - and right in line with her strap-on. "Maybe we've had it backwards all these years," she whispered. "Maybe you're really the woman... and I'm really the man." Things were happening too fast and I panicked. I struggled to close my knees and protect myself. The next thing I knew Jody and I were wrestling in bed. Even though Jody is bigger than I am, I'd always taken it for granted that as the man, I was stronger. I learned differently that night. She pinned me to the bed, and held me down with just one hand, she used her free hand to restrain my hands to the headboard with her leather cuffs. When I still continued to resist her by closing my knees tightly together, she pried them apart and said, "Stop! Or I will cuff your ankles to the headboard too, and I don't think you're going to like that." So I stopped struggling, and let my legs go limp. She lifted them, placing my ankles over her shoulders. ... a position that left my bottom raised in the air, totally exposed and utterly vulnerable. She laid her well-endowed penis along the crack of my ass. The head nudged my balls. "Why are you doing this to me?" I cried tearfully. "Now, now darling, don't cry," Jody said wiping my face. "Or your mascara will run." Smiling lustfully, Jody coated her fingers with KY jelly and began smearing it around my virginal portal. I cringed as she touched me there. I expected her to plunge inside, but she took her time, massaging and rubbing the tiny opening... then finally easing her forefinger... then another digit inside me... rubbing lubricant inside me... loosening me for what was to come next.... As I lay there beneath her, watching her coat her prodigious weapon with KY till it glistened, I thought, it was one thing to dress like Jody's wife, but something quite else to be used sexually as a woman. "Please Jody, I'm begging you as your husband... please do not humiliate me this way!" Jody placed the fat head against my tiny opening. "Why not my darling? You made love to me this way for thirteen years. Is that what you thought you were doing to me... humiliating me... when you penetrated me?" With that Jody leaned her weight down on the base of her strap-on phallus. My here-to-fore untouched anus parted as the fat helmet-shaped head forced its way inside. "It hurts!" I screamed. "It's too big! Take it out!" "The head is not even all the way in," Jody said gritting her teeth, applying more pressure. She lowered her weight, pushing the head inside me, till we both felt something pop. "OH My!" I cried. My center, my very core felt stretched to the ripping point. "Just relax... take deep breaths," my wife said. "We're in. I'll go slow." "No Jody! No More!" To prevent further protests, my wife took my black panties and stuffed them in my mouth. As I screamed shrilly into my gag, she continued lowering her weight down on my bottom... inch after inch of thick cock slowly disappeared inside my ass. Beneath her, I bucked and struggled, trying to pull my hips as far away as possible... but bound as I was to the bed, there was just no escaping her assault. "Calm down now darling, calm down," Jody soothed. Her face looked boiled like a lobster. She glistened with a sheen of perspiration that appeared across her body like golden glitter. She growled throatily as her plastic balls finally landed flush against my flesh. "There we go... it's all the way in." Unable to speak, all I could do was scream into my gag. I felt like I'd just been stabbed by the handle of a hammer. Her cock was so big, so hard, my tender inner lining felt stretched to breaking point. I writhed and struggled, moaning and groaning uncontrollably beneath her. Thankfully Jody paused, removed my panties from my mouth, and leaning forward kissed me passio