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Jessica's Story
By D.J. Fox
My mind was exploding. I shook with pure pleasure with a
steam of sticky white goo squirting from the tip of my
penis onto the stiff white lace petticoats and embroidered
garter belt, the frilly satin maid's skirt pulled high over
the water ballooned mounds jutting from my chest, tightly
secured in my lacey bra. The scent of the perfumed sweat
filling my nostrils, with my testicles tucked inside my
French cut satin lace trimmed panties. I rubbed my nylon
encased legs together like a little girltrying to hold her
pee, to try and make it last just a little longer.
The high heels pinched my nylon covered feet, sending
delightful little shots of pain up my legs reinforcing my
demeanor as a pathetic male dressed as sissy maid jerking,
his little toy for the amusement of his Mistress. I was
breathing heavily as I squeezed the last drop of cum from
my spent little penis. A wondering thought ran though my
mind. What if my wife really did catch me like this? What
would she do? Would she really turn me into what I have
fantasized about since my marriage to the most beautiful
women I could ever want
"Honey I called from the airport but you must have the
phone off. I caught an earlier flight and ?" as she walked
into the bedroom.
I couldn't believe it, she wasn't suppose to be home until
tomorrow I rolled off the bed and tried to hide beside the
bed.
"WHAT THE HELL!" My wife screamed. "Get Up!" She barked. "I
saw you bitch."
I sheepishly got up slowly and tried to straighten the
dress so it would hide my penis and my sticky mess, my face
was beet red from embarrassment.
"David is that you? WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING AND WHAT THE
FUCK ARE YOU WEARING!" she shouted. I cringed and stared at
the bed I couldn't look at her, I couldn't speak. I just
looked down and didn't say a word, my mind was going 90
miles an hour but I couldn't move .
"COME HERE!" She commanded, pointing at the floor in front
of her. It was like a cold slap in the face. I wobbled on
my high heels, stepping from around the bed and stood in
front of her. She saw the large wet stain forming on the
satin skirt of my dress. She lifted the skirt to see my
lacey panties and my now shriveled penis sticking out of
the top.
"Please! Honey I can explain." I cried, almost in tears.
She slapped my face!
"SHUT UP!" She screamed as I stumbled in my heels and fell
to the floor. She towered over me. "Is this what you do
when I go out of town on business? My god look at you!
You're supposed to be a man and look at you. I come home to
find my husband dressed up like some kind of fucking sissy
faggot mincing around and pulling his little wiener!
Shit! You're wearing a fucking maid's uniform."
She reached down pinched my chin with her thumb and finger,
lifting my face to hers.
"Holy shit! You're wearing fucking makeup!" She pushed me
back to the floor. "My husband is a fucking faggot. How
could I have been so fucking stupid? I married a god dam
fucking sissy. What, I go to work or out of town and you
dress up in some frilly girly clothes and fantasize you're
sucking some guy's cock! YOU GOD DAMN FAGGOT!
"I could have married lots of men. Real men. No, I have to
marry the little sissy faggot who lies and deceives me,
sneaks around and waits until I leave the house so he can
dress up like a prissy little tart and plays molly maid,
then jerking off in his panties.
"You're not fucking man you're a worthless pathetic sissy
wimp. Now it is starting to make sense. Why some of my
lingerie would go missing and then show up a few days
later. Some strange stains on my slips and panties, my bra
straps pulled out of place and some popped seams in on my
dresses. I thought I was gaining weight but now it makes
perfect sense. My pathetic wimp of a husband has been
wearing my clothes and pulling on his little wiener, god
knows you haven't been using it to pleasure me in a long,
fucking time.
"My a useless pathetic wimp of a man and a husband. You
have been stealing my clothes while I'm working. Then play
your little dress up games and pretending to be the lady of
the house. You bastard! You make me sick, you fucking
sissy."
Spinning on her heels she turns and walks out of the room.
I call after her. The door slams and I hear her car start
and drive way. I call her cell phone and get her voice
mail.
I change out of my clothes and shower . I look at the man
in the mirror. What have you done, you fool? She's the best
thing that ever happened to you and you had to screw it up.
She's right , you're a pathetic wimp and deserve whatever
happens. I just hope she can forgive me.
Chapter 2
I call her for four days but she won't answer. I have not
heard from her. Ring?. Ring?. The phone. It's got to be
her.
"Hello?"
"Hello," I say.
She speaks calmly "David. We need to discuss what happened,
I'll be home tonight . You will have dinner ready for six
o'clock. I want you to have all your little secret things
out in the living room, I mean all, no more surprises."
"Yes dear" I reply.
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I make her favorite dinner. Six o'clock, she walks through
the door like any other day. She hands me her coat, "Get my
suitcases out of the trunk and put them in the bedroom" she
says coldly, not even looking at me.
" Yes dear." I meekly reply.
I return to find her pouring a drink in the dining room.
"Ahh.Dinner is ready hun." I say. She says nothing just
sits down at the table at the head of the table were I
usually sat. "Well where is it." She looks at me.
I serve her dinner and sit beside her, she eats in
silence. After dinner she pours another drink. "Clear the
table and do the dishes" she says getting up and walking to
the living room.
"Yes dear." Is all I can say. I do as she says, then work
in the kitchen doing the dishes and cleaning up. She holds
up and inspects the lingerie and dresses from the box. She
holds up a pink chiffon lace little girls dress and
comments on how feminine and juvenile my tastes are and how
even as a girl she would have never wore anything that
girly.
She opens my file box and pulls out the stack of magazines
and flips through the cover titles.
"Well, what do have here!" she says. "'Sissy Exposed', sort
of like you are now," she smirks. "'Male Maids',
interesting. 'Forced into Womanhood'?I see. Oh one of my
favorites..? 'Tales from the Crib'. You have quite the
little collection here don't you?"
I just blush and stand there. She thumbs through them, one
by one, picture after picture of sexy dominant women doing
all kind of nasty things with their little sissies dressed
in maids uniforms, sissy dresses, baby outfits, frilly
lacey lingerie; some tied up being spanked some serving
them their friends and their lovers.
"Is this what you want?" She asked, pointing at picture of
a sissy all dressed like a French maid, serving three
elegantly dressed women tea while they chatted. "Maybe this
one?" a man dressed in a frilly pink sissy baby dress and
diapers sitting in a play pen while a stern nanny type is
feeding him a bottle. "Maybe you're this type of sissy?"
pointing at a man in a sweet little princess style dress
with pigtails and lace little gloves holding the hand of a
beautiful woman like they where mother and daughter going
for a Sunday walk.
I was completely humiliated, she talking down to me. She
seemed to be having great pleasure degrading me and
watching me squirm with every comment. I could only nod as
she turned to the next page to see the naughty maid over
her Mistress' lap, being spanked for some wrong doing.
"Oh my," she said, looking at the growing bulge in my
pants. "You must like this page a lot. It has sticky marks
on it." I cringed at her comment. "Is it one of your
favorites?" looking straight at me. I bet you'd like to be
in your maids uniform right now? From the looks of your
little package you would like to lay across my lap and be
spanked right now wouldn't you? Well?"
I swallowed hard with tears welling in my eyes meekly
replying. "Yyyeess."
"Yes, what?" She replied.
"Yes Mistress."
She laughed.
"Okay sissy, pick your best lingerie and maids uniform and
go change." She said. "Oh , and don't be long sissy. The
longer you take the worse your spanking will be."
I hurried up stairs and dressed as quickly as I could. I
swished down stair to find my wife at my computer.
"You have some password protected files, sissy. What's the
password?" She stared at me, waiting .
"Jessica" I reply
"Oh, is that your sissy name, David? Am I to call you
Jessica?" I blush red with shame as she opens my files.
More pictures and stories. "What's this?" she clicks on a
file and finds my personal stories of my fantasies and how
they would play out.
"Jessica , come here." pointing to a spot in front of her
as she pushes the chair from the desk. "So David, tell me
why your dress like this and what you want me to do about
it."
" I'm a sissy, not a man. I'm dressed like this because
real men don't dress like this. Since I'm not a man, I must
dress like this so everyone will know what I really am. I
can no longer be called David, I must be called Jessica
from now on and be an effeminate sissy. I'm begging you to
allow me to remain like this and serve you as the pathetic
sissy we both know I am." Tears welling in my eyes "
Please Mistress I need to be punished for my deceit and
lies, for being a complete disappointment as a husband to
you and beg to be forgiven."
She pats her lap and tells me to lay across her lap. I
kneel and lay across her lap. She lifts my skirt and
petticoats over my backside and exposes my lacey panties,
garter straps and nylon covered legs.
"Understand Jessica , this is punishment and will hurt, but
you must learn not to deceive me or anyone else from now
on. Never lie about who and what you are."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Searing pain shot up my backside as
I gasped and bit my bottom lip.
"You will be an obedient little sissy from now on, won't
you." She asks.
"Yes. Mistress," I moan as three more searing smacks make
contact to my exposed bottom.
"You will do as your told and never pretend to be a man
again?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"YES!" I cry out. "I promise to be a proper, obedient
sissy, Mistress"
"You will never assume you have any rights or privileges as
a man or a husband from now on." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"YES?YES? I'M NOTHING BUT A SISSY AND WILL SERVE AND OBEY
YOU WITH OUT QUESTION." Crying like a baby blubbering for
her to stop. I promise to do anything she says.
"Rise and show proper respect." She says. I gingerly stand
and curtsey and thank her for correcting my behavior.
"One last thing before we seal this deal, Jessica. I drew
up some papers you need to sign as David. Just sign here,
here, and here."
"I took the pen from her hand and signed each paper, sight
unseen.
"Very good. Now Jessica, you will pick up your boxes and we
will put them in your new bedroom. We walked to the back
spare bedroom and packed my things away. The Master bedroom
is now the Mistress's bedroom and you will only enter to
clean or if invited. Your male clothes are locked away so
you can't try to pretend you're a man. It is late, but you
will be up a 5:30 to make my breakfast."
I changed into a little pink baby doll nightie and
panties.
"Kneel on your bed and lift your nightie, Jessica," she
orders, "and pull out you sissy girl clitty."
I'm semi hard as she tells me to play with it until its
squirts. She watches as I stoke my "clitty" it doesn't take
long for me to squirt into her hand. She smiles.
"There, don't that feel better now you have squirted your
useless sissy juice. Pull up your panties and drink your
juice, Jessica," cupping her hand to my mouth as I drink my
cum and lick her hand clean. She tucks me in and kisses my
forehead.
"Pleasant dreams, sissy Jessica. Tomorrow will be a new and
exciting day for you."
Jeannie
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