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I can not take credit for the original story, Tell Me, which was written
by Monica Ikon and posted to Fictionmania in 2001. The original story
has always been on the list of my favorites that I have read over and
over again. Each and every time I read it I enjoy it as much as the
first time, and it is one of the works that has inspired me to try my own
hand at the keyboard as an author.
For me, the best part of the story is the combined mental and physical
manipulation of Tim by Wendy. On the down side of things, I always
desired more of the story to be told - what happened to Tim and Wendy -
where did things go to? At the beginning of 2008 I made the decision to
try my own hand at writing. I also thought that it might be interesting
and a challenge as a first project to try and continue the story of this
special couple as they journeyed into Tim's/Amy's feminization at Wendy's
hand. As you read, the only liberty that I have taken is that the reader
is to believe that Part I takes place over the weekend, and Part II picks
up where the weekend leaves off. I present to you, Tell Me, Chapter II.
Tell Me - Chapter II
Monday
Wendy and I woke up as usual curled up in each others arms on Monday
morning, all ready to start another work week. In my mind, the events
and the admissions of the weekend were behind us until the next time we
danced our sexual dance of Domination and submission. Part of our role
playing was starting to scare me at some minimal level, almost like a
little warning voice from deep inside. Each and every time we fooled
around, Wendy got me to take things just a little bit further and admit a
little more of what was floating around in my innermost psychological
sanctum. Of course, the immense sexual thrill on a combined physical and
mental level always brought me back for more at her hand. Some day I was
sure that I would cross some point of no return.
In the shower as the steaming hot water flowed down my body I thought
back to Saturday and having become nothing more than a sexual toy for her
enjoyment. A twinge of pleasure and stirring in my crotch sent a shiver
up my spine as I turned and the shower flow struck my cock directly. For
a brief moment, I thought of a little self fulfillment, but one didn't
have the time, and two knew it would piss off Wendy for me to masturbate
without her permission.
My mind continued to wander. It's not that our games were not very very
erotic, but I just wasn't sure that I could ever go all the way through
with it. I loved being her submissive plaything behind the closed doors
of our home and had very intention of keeping our play as just that -
play.
I got out of the shower, toweled off, and finished getting ready for
work, putting on a fairly conservative business suit. I was quite the
contrast on Monday from Saturday when I was at her mercy - my cock in a
condom being masturbated as I shared by fantasy thoughts with my bride.
Wendy still lay between the sheets of our marital bed, in that early
morning doze of remaining sleep, the transition period between being
asleep and awake. She was so very lovely and sexy - she was truly my
Mistress to be worshipped.
"Up to anything in particular today?" I asked as she rolled over and
struggled to open her eyes in the brightness of the morning.
"Just some shopping a little later, then I'll probably stop at the gym
for a light workout."
I finished tying my tie and leaned over her, kissing her on her forehead.
"Love you. I'll call if I'll be late at all."
With that I was off, back to my 'regular' Monday through Friday routine.
Mister dependable. Mister bland. Mister non-adventurous. Little did
people know what was truly in my head and what I was up to after leaving
the conservative office atmosphere of my father's company. Traffic which
usually was a bitch, especially on Monday, was. Nothing special upon my
arrival at the office took place either, just more of the same that I had
left behind here on Friday. The only difference was that, for some
unknown reason to me, I was a clock watcher all day long.
I'm not a person that has a propensity to be concerned about the time as
the day passed, but I found myself continually looking at the clock,
waiting for 4:30 and the opportunity to head out the door. It seemed
like every 5 to 10 minutes I was looking to see if it was time to head
out the door. Sure, I am the owner's son, but I think it incumbent upon
myself to set a good example in the workplace and put in a full day's
work. 4:30 eventually did come and it wasn't 4:31 when I was exiting the
parking lot heading for the freeway on ramp and home to my lovely Wendy.
I came walking in the door at home just about my usual time, just after
5. Traffic was as much as a pain in the ass on the way home as it was on
the way in. I was looking forward to relaxing with a drink before dinner
and then enjoying whatever it was that Wendy had whipped up. She was by
no means the 'perfect little housewife' who stayed home and cooked and
cleaned, but food to her was an art, a hobby. She had even at one point
in her life contemplated finishing a degree in the culinary arts and
opening a restaurant, but in the end decided that she just didn't want
the hassle of running a business and even thought that it might ruin her
enjoyment of the act itself.
As I went inside I noticed that something was different. The house was
strangely quiet. Wendy was not in the kitchen making something with one
of those late afternoon daytime talk shows on the television in the
background. Almost always Oprah or Ellen, or something of the same
nature. Not today. I went through the entire house to the back and
looked out on the pool. Perhaps she needed a swim after the gym. The
surface of the pool was undisturbed and reflected the setting sunlight
like a mirror as the orb sank over our back fence.
Wendy must have heard me walking through the house, she called to me from
our bedroom upstairs. "Up here, hun. I picked up some things for you
while I was out."
I put down my briefcase and took off my coat, tossing it on a chair and
went upstairs, untying my tie as I went along.
Entering our room I was met with quite a surprise. During the day, Wendy
must have been quite a busy wife, as laid out on the bed was an extensive
the array of women's fashion, all in my size. My mind drifted back to
our games of Saturday and I remembered what she had said "you'll wear
girl jeans and then Capri pants, pink-trimmed sneakers, thick-soled flip-
flops, and jelly-sandals." Some of each of these were neatly arranged
along with a selection of blouses, skirts, and sweaters - all very
feminine.
"I already put some of your new things in your drawers and in the
closet." She said. "We'll start you off slowly at first - women's
underwear all the time for you now, and something suitable for wear
around the house whenever we are home."
Standing there in the doorway, I didn't know what to say. In my mind we
were role playing on Saturday and that was it. Mentally I knew there was
a large part of me that wanted it to be much more, to go much further,
but still wasn't convinced if I was ready and my doubts still lingered.
Slowly, I went further into the room and went around to my side of our
bed, looking down at the clothes that were all neatly arranged. The look
on my face must have telegraphed my inner apprehensions to her.
Wendy came around our marital bed and pushed her body into mine, circling
her left hand around my neck and pulling me close and my head down to
hers. Her right hand felt the front of my trousers, touching my budding
erection that was betraying my true feelings. She stroked me through the
clothing. Her breath was hot on my face.
"Your face is saying no, maybe even expressing surprise, but the rest
your body is telling me the truth." Wendy said. She deftly undid my belt
and unsnapped my pants, allowing them to drop to the floor around my
ankles. Her soft white hand teasing my cock with a gentle touch. "That
is why I am in charge. I know what you need and when you need it. Just
look at yourself..."
I bent my head slightly further and looked down at my tented underwear,
not that at 4 ? inches it made a very big tent. She was right. It was
what I wanted - and what I needed.
"Look at you, you're not a man. Standing in your bedroom, pants down
around your ankles looking at all your new sissy clothes with a hard-on,
if you can call it that. Would a real man be doing that?"
I inhaled as if I were going to start to say something, maybe even
resist, but Wendy put one of her fingers up to my lips and stopped me and
squeezed my cock with her other hand.
"Shhhh. Look in your heart, this is what you want. I am so very wet
thinking about turning you into my sissy." She toyed with my mini-
erection. "You are such a slut, Amy."
"Wendy..." I gasped. She had called me by the name she gave me on
Saturday.
"Shut up, Amy." Again.
Wendy released her arm from around my neck and pulled away from me, then
walked around to her side of the bed. She opened her nightstand drawer
and pulled out a device that she had previously stashed away. I
immediately recognized what she had. It was a hot pink CB2000.
"Along with your wardrobe changes I can see I'm going to have to put this
on you. Of course I don't let you fuck me, and I'm certainly not going to
let you fuck me in your jack off fantasies, either. Since I can't trust
you to not get erect for the time being and play with your silly excuse
of a cock, I'm going to have to put this on you."
I suppose a saner guy would have walked out right then, but she and I
both knew I craved this kind of treatment. I was terrified, petrified,
and horrified and it was a dream come true, all at the same time for me.
Wendy gave me a cute smile and said, "Sweetie, take off those pants and
underwear the rest of the way."
For a brief second I thought about not doing it. If I did, I was taking
one more step down the road to... where it ended I did not know.
When I didn't move fast enough for her Wendy's smile drained away,
replaced with a flash of anger. She came back to my side of the bed and
squeezed my cock and balls - hard. FUCK that hurt! "I said pants off
bitch!"
I surrendered, and she knelt down in front of me as I pulled down my
underwear and stepped from the rolled up fabric that had gathered around
my ankles. She looked up at me with a matronly look. "Doesn't it just
feel better to do as you're told?" she asked. Wendy deftly pushed my
balls and cock through the retaining loop of the chastity device and then
my shaft into the restricting cage. Lucky for me I had gone slightly
limp when she gave me that good squeeze moments before. It was all over
in under 2 minutes. 2 minutes was all that it took to take away another
piece of me being a man.
"Uh ... Wendy, for how long do I have to wear this?" I asked her as she
finished clicking the lock shut.
"It won't be too long, sweetie, don't worry. Pretty soon after we start
your hormones, you'll stay nice and limp all the time." I remembered
back to my thoughts of Saturday, telling her about the mega-doses of
hormones that would effectively castrate me, and my thoughts of her
fucking another, my own little cockette hanging limply. Was she really
going to take me that far?
Wendy continued as she stood up, "And when the time comes to finally take
it off for good, your sweet little sissy clitty will be permanently limp
and you won't ever be able to make it hard again." She started kissing
me hard, "I'm going to make my sweetie into an impotent little sissy who
can never get hard again!" she rasped as she pushed her tongue deep into
my mouth. "My little sissy who serves me and the men who give me real
cock."
She unbuttoned her jeans and slid out of her panties as we kissed. When
the kiss broke, she took a step back and pushed some of my new clothes
aside on our bed, making enough room to sit on the edge. "This has made
me so fucking horny today, buying you clothes and now locking your
pathetic excuse for a penis up." She said as she casually diddled her
clit as she sat in the spot that the clothes had vacated. She layed
back, parted her legs, looked up at me and said "Worship me, Amy.
Worship your Mistress' pussy"
I was too far gone now. I pulled off my t-shirt, now naked except for my
cock cage and knelt before her. I spread her further open, gently
pushing her legs apart to gain better access to her pleasure center and
give my Mistress what she needed. I took a moment to gaze in admiration
at her neatly trimmed pussy, which glistened with her own secretions.
Her smell, the distinct scent of womanhood, was intoxicating as I inhaled
deeply.
Taking a brief moment, I looked up her body toward her face, and all I
could see was passion at every level. It was a look of sexual
determination, and one that belied her focus upon herself in this point
in time, a picture of a pure sexuality... I also looked down for a brief
second at myself - naked and kneeling on the floor, cock locked up and I
knew what we were doing, the path that we were taking, was the correct
one.
I returned to my devotion to her. Her pussy lips were red and engorged.
She had obviously been in a state of sexual arousal for quite sometime as
her wetness was much more than usual. I began my attention to her very
gently, probing at the soft folds of her pussy with my fingers, spreading
them to expose the inner pinkness, then quickly following this touch with
a gentle caress with the point of my tongue. I explored and teased every
corner and crevice of her wet slash, paying particular attention to her
sweet little clit, which was raised and begging for attention.
Wendy let out a slight moan and sigh as my tongue flicked over her clit.
"Amy, you know, it is so very very sexy to see you like this. Starting
down the road to being a true sissy devoted to me. Your sissy clitty is
so cute, all locked up dangling there unused. The more I think about it,
the I like you much better this way, because I know you can't jack off
while thinking dirty things about me. Your cage device will keep your
little cockette all locked up so it won't get hard." She giggled a bit,
then pulled my head even closer into her. Serving her this way was
starting to excite me, and I could feel my penis pushing against the cold
plastic of the CB2000.
She began to breathe heavier. I could feel the heat coming off her as
her temperature began to rise. As Wendy began to respond to my tongue
and I began to gently and rhythmically push my middle finger in and out
her depths. The room became filled with the sound of me lapping her
flowing juices. Each time she felt the slight pressure of my middle
digit entering her sopping pussy, she shivered with pleasure. As Wendy's
passion grew, so did mine and I could feel my own precum starting to
dribble from the end of my encaged genitals. It felt so very right to be
serving her in this way...
"Amy... oh fuck yes baby... I am so excited by turning.... You into
my... ohh, yes suck my pussy baby... my little fucking... sissy..."
Wendy was panting. I added one, then two fingers into my finger fucking
frenzy. Wendy was getting close - it would not be long now.
With the introduction of a third finger into her moist and heated cunt,
and the continued onslaught of my tongue's attention to her clit, Wendy
exploded in a spasm of pleasure. Her head snapped back, and she released
a scream of pleasure "Awwwgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Oh Christ! I'm
cuuummminnnngggg! Her legs closed tightly as she pulled my head even more
tightly into her snatch.
I savored my position between her legs as my Mistress enjoyed the
afterglow of her orgasm, kneeling, cock dribbling in my cage, I knew that
the point of no return had been crossed. I was going to become what we
both desired - and it felt so right.
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