Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 and Preacher Sucks
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First I began to wear panties all the time at home and they felt so nice that
I began to wear them under my clothes to work and other places away from her.
She bought me several pairs and showed me how to wash our lingerie. It was a
thrilling thing to be responsible for washing her intimate apparel, as well
as my own and I felt much closer to her. As far as I was concerned, we were
as one entity with her as the ultimate leader and myself as her appendage
that she could control as she wanted. The driving force was our libidos.
Our sexual activities increased and I was under a constant strain during
these activities not to orgasm unless she gave permission. One evening, while
we were engaged in an especially arousing episode, I orgasmed. When she saw
the mess I'd made in my panties she immediately went into the bedroom closet
and came back with a wide leather strap and had me remove my panties and
clean myself.
"You know what this is for don't you?" she asked as she brandished the belt
at me. All tenderness and compassion was gone from her face. "Get across my
knees."
Knowing what was about to happen but powerless to deny her I lay across her
thighs as she sat on the bedroom chair.
"I've warned you before about doing that without my permission. The time for
warnings has past. Now I want you to count out loud ten strokes of this belt
on your backside."
The first stroke was relatively mild but I still flinched at the sudden pain.
The second was given with more authority and by the time she reached four I
had to struggle not to cry out in pain as I counted aloud. It was strange,
but at eight my buttocks were numb and I felt myself getting aroused. When
she was finished I struggled to keep my composure as I had been truly
chastised and punished with much pain. She unexpectantly pushed me off her
lap and I fell to the floor where I sprawled grotesquely; my penis showing my
arousal.
"Now, maybe you will listen next time,' she declared as I struggled to get to
my knees.
She scowled at me as she spoke and I saw a look of grim determination on her
face. I wondered, as I looked at the red welts on my buttocks, whether we
were slipping away from the loving relationship that we'd started with into a
harsher one of physical abuse and humiliation. Although we'd never set limits
on our activities, when we entered into our new marriage, it appeared that
Kelly may be finding her empowerment addicting and growing to satisfy some
inner state of mind. My problem in limiting her authority over me was
compounded by my arousal under her physical punishment and her subtle
emasculation and hence humiliation of me as a male.
"I won't do it again, my darling," I responded in an attempt to get her to
reflect on the loving part of our marriage.
"See that you don't." she declared without any sign of remorse. "Now, you can
shower and put some salve on your rear, then come to bed."
The next morning, when we awoke, she was quite contrite for the beating she'd
given me and I was mollified somewhat, but I still was worried about the next
time I transgressed.
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Rhonda and Brad were coming over that Friday night. Since we would be
barbequing on our balcony I was allowed to wear my shorts, but Kelly gave me
a choice of wearing my g-string thong or my panties under them. I chose my
panties.
When Brad and Rhoda arrived I served the ladies drinks and then Brad and I
each grabbed a beer and then we all went to sit out on the balcony. I was a
hot day but our balcony was on the shaded side of the apartment building. I
sat next to Kelly on one end of the balcony and Rhonda and Brad sat at the
other. The balcony was only about eight foot long so we weren't uncomfortably
close but adequate for conversation purposes. I'd crossed my legs and
accidently my shorts opened allowing Brad and Rhonda to get a glimpse of my
lace trimmed panties.
"Toby," Rhonda exclaimed with a knowing smile, "I love your pretty panties.
Are you wearing your own or do you borrow from Kelly?"
I knew my face must have gotten really red as I heard Kelly speak up. "No, he
has his own panties. He likes being girlie." Then she giggled leaving me
wishing the floor would swallow me up.
Kelly made no attempt to protect me as she maliciously continued. "Baby, why
don't you pull down your shorts so they can see how sweet you look in them?"
I got up and ran in the apartment as I heard Kelly laughing behind me. Tears
of fear and humility were running down my cheeks, but it wasn't totally
because of what Kelly had said or that she laughed at me in front of our
friends. It was also because I felt myself getting aroused after I'd been
exposed What was happening to me? I knew if I'd stayed there a minute longer
I would've had a major erection. Just then Kelly came into the room followed
by Brad and Rhonda. She came up and put her arms around my neck and kissed
me. I had to keep my hips away from her so she wouldn't discover my slightly
tumescent condition.
"Oh baby, what's the matter? I didn't mean to belittle you. I was just
teasing you. Brad and Rhonda are our dear friends and I don't think any less
of you because you like to have sexy clothing next to your skin."
"Yeah man," Brad spoke up, "I like it too, sometimes."
Rather than telling them all of why I'd run away I let them go on thinking it
was because I was embarrassed about being exposed.
"Thanks honey and you guys too," I indicated with a nod to Brad and Rhonda as
I wiped away my tears. "It's nice to have a loving wife and special friends."
"C'mon back out on the balcony baby and finish your beer then you and Brad
can do the hamburgers. OK?" she asked as she kissed me again.
"OK, honey," I told her as I returned her kiss.
"Well get the salads made and the table set while you're out there. Would you
get us some more wine first, baby?"
"Sure, honey," I told her as I headed to the kitchen. After refilling their
wine glasses I and headed out to join Brad on the balcony.
"Hey man, you've really surprised me," Brad told me as I took a long pull on
my beer. "I didn't know you were into women's lingerie too. I've been wearing
it on and off for years. I guess it goes along with being a sub."
"Do you just wear the panties?" I asked, surprised by his revelation.
"No, I've got stockings, garter belts, bustiers, corslets, nighties and a few
other items."
"Do you wear them outside?"
"No, mostly in the bedroom. Rhonda likes them so I do it to please her, but
it's a turn-on for me too."
I was still slightly aroused by my exposure and Brad's talk about his own
fetish for lingerie was arousing me even more thinking about how I could
expand my own horizons. It surprised me that he was into cross dressing too,
and I had to know more.
"Have you ever thought about dressing and going out as a woman?"
"Yeah, but I didn't feel that comfortable with my appearance. My features are
too masculine without some major adjustments so we just limit it to the
bedroom. Your features look like you could pass with just a makeup
application though."
"Do you think so? I haven't gone beyond the panty or night dress stage yet.
Maybe I'll try something else and see how I like it."
"Yeah man. Why not. Try some makeup too. I think you'll be surprised."
"Makeup? Wow, that's going all out isn't it?"
"Not necessarily. You'd be surprised at how it will help you respond to
Kelly. It just emphasizes your submissiveness."
I was feeling much better now about myself and wearing my panties. I was
getting aroused again with thoughts about expanding my feminine wardrobe. I
tried to picture myself in lingerie and makeup on my face and it certainly
increased my libido somehow. Brad's confession, that he was involved in cross
dressing, was very revealing and provided incentive for me to continue my own
exploration into it too.
After Brad and Rhonda left and we were in bed; me in an apricot colored baby
doll, I broached the subject.
"Would you mind if I tried other lingerie items?"
"I don't know. Would you like to wear other things?"
"I think so. Brad says he wears some other stuff."
"I know, Rhonda told me. I'd like you to do it too. The internet is a great
place to shop for the stuff you need without embarrassment."
"OK, I guess that'll work. What about sizes?"
I think we can come up with the female equivalent sizes for you. We'll use
some of my clothes some guess work and a measuring tape to get what we need."
"OK."
"Don't forget, I need to be shaved and a pedicure tomorrow. Oh, by the way,
there are evening classes at the community college beauty school in
cosmetology two nights a week and I'd like you to attend. I want you to start
applying my makeup too."
"Isn't that mostly for women?"
"Yes, but you'd be surprised at the number of men who take the course to
please their wives or girl friends. Besides, this falls in with wanting to
wear more lingerie items."
I was beyond arguing with her now, after several months submitting to her, so
I accepted that I'd be attending the classes. However, I was somewhat
concerned about whether other males would be attending as well. The thought
of being the only male in a class made up entirely of women could be
humiliating.
"C'mon baby, get on your back. I want to love you up tonight. You've been a
good boy or should I say girl now," she giggled, "and it's time you get a
little release. I think I'm going to start calling you Tobi with an 'I'. It
sounds more feminine and it will match the new you."
My member quickly rose to stand at attention as she straddled me and held it
to guide it inside her slippery, warm love canal. The name change and
inference to my new femininity just seemed to increase my need for release.
"Oh, that's nice." She moaned as she settled down and our pubic mounds
pressed together as I buried myself deep inside her..
"Wait," she exclaimed as she reached over and opened the drawer on her night
stand and removed a 6" long silver tube about half inch in diameter gently
rounded at one end. "I bought this dildo for me in case I decided to punish
you by not letting you have sex, but I've been reading where it can be used
for other things too." she told me as she took out a tube of KY jelly and
applied some to the rounded end.
Directing me to raise my knees, she took the tube and locating my anus with
her finger tried to insert it but failed.
"OK baby, put it in your rectum for me. I think you're going to find this a
really nice experience."
I reached under my buttocks and placed the greasy end against my anus and
pushed. It slid in easily and I grimaced as the cold metal numbed the flesh
it came in contact with but felt somehow vulnerable with it inside me but
strangely filled with its presence.
She began to slide up and down my member and I brought my hands up to fondle
her breasts and tweak her hard nipples. Bringing my head up I began to suckle
on one breast as I caressed the other. This may have helped escalate her
growing orgasm because she began to moan softly and then she reached down
under my buttocks to the dildo.
"I'm going to turn it on now baby," she gasped. Get ready for a ride. Bring
your knees down when I turn it on to keep it in there."
I heard a faint click then, as I brought my knees down, it was as though a
massive earthquake hit my lower regions. My hips began to involuntarily buck
up in response to the vibrations against my prostate as she desperately tried
to keep my plunging penis inside her. My hands grasped at her breasts as a
powerful orgasm began to quickly build in my groin and I couldn't stop as I
squealed and pumped my semen into her belly. I knew she orgasmed too when she
gave her familiar moan of orgiastic release and her body arched and tensed.
Even after my orgasm stopped my penis stayed hard as the dildo continued to
perform its dance against my prostate. Reaching down she was able to shut off
the dildo and allow me to collapse back onto the bed.
"Wasn't that a great ride baby?" she gasped as she brought her gaping, wet
vagina up to my mouth for servicing.
I eagerly attacked her most private part; still in the throes of my
experience with the little machine imbedded inside me. It felt good in there
and and my need to give her pleasure was in response to the immense orgasm
she'd given me. I knew she wanted to go again and I didn't want to deny her.
Later, as we were laying side by side, she queried me about the dildo which
was still mostly inside me. For some reason I didn't want to remove it yet.
"What did you think about doing it with a dildo inside you baby?"
"It was awesome honey. I never orgasmed that much or as long before."
"I take it you'd want to use it again sometime?"
"Oh yes."
"Well, I'll save it for special occasions and use it when I'm especially
pleased with you but maybe you like the feel of it inside you without the
vibrations."
"It does feel nice," I admitted
"Do you want to take it out now?"
"OK," I responded a little sadly again at the thought of losing the full
feeling in there that was making me feel submissively vulnerable.
She must have sensed my reluctance.
"You don't have to if you don't want to baby." she told me as she kissed me
lightly on my messy lips. "Keep it in there all night if you want but you may
want to put your panties on to hold it."
I was a little embarrassed about wanting to keep it in there so I just nodded
without saying anything and got up and put my panties on. When I got back in
bed we wordlessly snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.
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When I got up the next morning I found that she was gone from our bed, but I
smelled coffee so I put a robe on and made my way to the kitchen. My rectum
felt deliciously full as I walked with the dildo still deep inside me. The
coffee was ready but she wasn't there so I went looking for her. I found her
on our PC and she was just signing off as I got there.
"There you are baby. Good morning my love," she told me. "Go have your shower
and then I'll tell you what I've just ordered for you."
Nodding, but puzzled, I headed for the bathroom.
While I showered, I carefully removed the hair from my body and shaved.
Afterward I dressed with a fresh pair of panties and a new satin undershirt
and although tempted, decided not to reinsert the dildo. I felt quite sexy
never-the-less when I went to join Kelly in the kitchen.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and thanked Kelly for making it as it was
normally my job.
"You seemed to enjoy my dildo so much that I ordered some butt plugs of your
own. I asked for express delivery so they should be here in a couple of days.
Are you excited?"
I tried to look unimpressed but it was hard not to show some emotion. The
thought of having something larger and more filling inside me was arousing.
"It'd be OK I guess, but why do we need more than one?"
"You need some of different sizes I think so you can chose the one you like
best. I've ordered a few other things for you too."
"What are they?" I asked, strangely excited.
"You'll see," she said with a smirk.
Needless to say I was in a state of mild arousal the rest of the weekend and
desperately in need of release. However, I knew since she'd just recently
allowed me to orgasm that it would be a few more days before I could expect
her permission to do so again. Several times I was called on to provide
release for her. She seemed to get off on my very apparent arousal and her
ability to control me as I serviced her.
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On Monday I called the local community college and registered for an evening
course in cosmetology. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there was one
other man registered out of fifteen attendees. The course would start the
following evening, Tuesday, at 7 PM and last till 8:30 PM.
That evening when I got home from work, Kelly was there before me and was
opening a box, that had obviously come UPS, on the kitchen table.
"Is that the stuff you ordered?" I asked.
"Yes, and I'm checking it now to make sure it's all here. Why don't you change
and I'll bring you the butt plugs and you can try them out. I've put some
fleet enema on the vanity to clean yourself out first and I'd recommend
starting with the smallest one and use lots of KY jelly."
"OK, honey," I responded as I headed to the bedroom.
Later, I returned to the kitchen and found the box empty and ready to be
taken to recycle. Kelly was sitting at the table going through some bills
that had come that day and there were no signs of anything else that had come
in the box.
My rectum felt deliciously full with the smallest plug and I almost simpered
with joy as I walked over stood by the table waiting for her attention. The
convoluted stem of the device held it firmly in place. I had on my pink
panties even though I didn't need them to hold the plug in place.
She ignored me until she finished her review of the billings and then looked
up at me.
"Well, baby. How does it feel?"
"Wonderful. I can't wait now to try a larger size but it hurt quite a bit
going in so I thought I'd wait till I was stretched with this one."
I felt strange to be talking with her about this in such a casual manner. It
seemed surreal somehow that we were discussing such an intimate thing as
having a plug up inside me and the erotic feelings it was creating. My semi-
erection may have something to do with it I thought but it bothered me
somewhat that I almost felt girlish and had to constrain myself from
giggling.
"That's good thinking baby. Don't push it, I don't want you to damage
anything. Why don't you get me some wine and something for yourself?"
After I'd poured her wine and delivered the glass to her I turned to get a
beer and then thought that a beer was so macho. Why not have a wine instead?
Pouring a glass I returned to sit with her at the table. She looked at my
glass and smiled.
"What happened to the beer?"
"Oh, I just felt like something different."
She smiled again and then brought her hand up and caressed my cheek.
"Are you happy in our new arrangement?"
I thought for a few seconds before replying. "Yes, I believe I am. It just
seems like a huge load has been removed from my shoulders and I can just
concentrate on loving you."
"That's sweet, baby," she told me as she caressed my cheek again.
As her fingers crossed my lips I kissed them tenderly and tears came to my
eyes. I loved her so much it almost hurt.
"Do you feel comfortable being in charge now?" I asked.
"Oh yes baby. It so exhilarating sometimes to think that you will do anything
I ask without question that I get aroused."
"That's how I feel when I submit to you. I don't know whether you know it but
I start to get an erection when you exert your authority over me."
"I've noticed sometimes," she laughed as she leaned across the table and
kissed me lightly on the lips.
I know I blushed but still felt comfortable in this intimate discussion.
"I want you to know," I told her, "that I trust you implicitly. I will do
anything to please you and all I ask is that you continue to respect me."
"I've been giving this a great deal of thought, baby about where we're going
with this. I know I've gotten carried away sometimes when I get a little hung
up on the power I have over you. This may be the time to discuss where I
would like to take our marriage and I need you to know what I have in mind."
I nodded my head and she continued.
"My observations of you since we started our new relationship indicate that
you have a strong feminine side. For instance I noticed you're drinking wine
today instead of your usual beer and we're sitting here drinking our wine and
talking like two good women friends. You also love your panties and the feel
of something inside you. I'd like to explore that side of you and see where
it takes us. If I'm right, our marriage will get stronger and we will both be
happier. You will be my husband, my lover and my best girl friend. What do
you think?"
I sat and took a sip of the wine she mentioned and considered what she'd said
before replying.
"I guess we're at a crossroad. Whether to go on and let you feminize me;
maybe even emasculate me or stop and try to modulate our activities somewhat.
I'm thinking about the erections you give me and how excited I get when I put
on my panties for you and wear my lovely night gowns. I don't think it would
be the same if we limited our activities; it would just become unexciting and
humdrum. I'm going to say, let's go on with what you've been doing, and my
only qualification is that you not carry it beyond where you lose respect for
me."
"I can agree with that. Respect comes with love. If I were ever to lose
respect for you I would lose my love for you too. I hope that never happens."
We kissed with love and passion then ran giggling to the bedroom. Our lust
for one another carried on for several hours and I totally surrendered myself
to her pleasure. Sucking and licking my sperm out of her between our love
making bouts with the butt plug inside of me made me feel especially
submissive and vulnerable.
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The following evening I went to my first cosmetics class. The other guy that
was registered in the class was a little disappointing in that he was
obviously very gay and a transsexual. However, the ladies in the class seemed
to accept me as straight and when I was asked I just said I was taking the
class to please my wife. They seemed pleased with that response but I was
warned that the primary source of practice faces for the class were each
other so I would have to accept the fact I'd have makeup applied to my face.
I was tempted to drop out , but I knew Kelly would be disappointed so I
decided to tough it out. The first night was mostly a lecture for orientation
on the various reasons and application of makeup so it wasn't too bad. When I
got home afterward Kelly quizzed me on the class and was pleased I planned to
stick with it.
On the following Thursday evening we started to delve into actual application
considering the variables of facial construction, colors complexion, etc. I
found it intriguing how the various makeup constituents could be used to
bring out the best characteristics in each face. We were paired up with a
partner with whom we did each other's makeup. I thought they'd put me with
the other man, but I was assigned an older woman, Mary Frey. She and I hit it
off pretty well and she was very sympathetic about me being there to please
my wife. She hinted that her husband was willing to do things to please her
too. She just took over our classroom relationship from then on.
When I first attempted to apply makeup to Mary's face I found out that I was
quite inept at use of makeup but she was patient with me and I finally
finished with the instructors help. When it came time for me to undergo
makeup I was nervous, but Mary persevered and with the instructors help again
I was pleasantly surprised with the outcome when she finished. Everyone in
the class oohed and aahed over how feminine I looked. When the instructor
found an old feminine wig in a cabinet and put it on me, my face looked
totally feminine.
When it came time to go home I left the makeup on and the instructor loaned
me the wig for the weekend. I wanted to surprise Kelly. It was dark when I
left the school and when I got home I parked my car in the driveway and went
up and rang the front door bell. When Kelly came to the door she first turned
on the outside light and looked out the window to determine if I looked
threatening before opening the door.
"Yes?" she asked. "May I help you?"
"Madam," I responded in a higher pitched feminine voice, "is your husband
home?"
"No, he's not here right now. Is there anything I can do to help you? I'm his
wife."
"Would you tell him an old girl friend stopped to see him and to give me a
call when he gets home?"
By this time Kelly was looking at me very suspiciously and then she noticed
the clothes I was wearing.
"Toby!! It's you!! Oh you're bad, I didn't recognize you. I was about to
scratch your eyes out as some hussy that was after my man. Now let me look at
you," she very excitedly exclaimed. "You look gorgeous baby. I can't believe
it. You're an entirely different person. You're a woman. Oh, I love it!"
I think from then on, my fate was sealed. There was no way we could go back
to being an ordinary husband and wife. I was still her husband and lover, but
I would also be her girl friend and dearest confidant.
When we went to bed that night she had me leave the makeup and wig on and
almost raped me. Her excitement and libido seemed endless and by the next
morning my testicles were drained dry but my stomach was full. We both had to
call in sick to work and just rested the next morning. My makeup was such a
mess that I had to wash it off.
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To be continued.
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