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"Marriage of Convenience"
Married for love? The concept is universally accepted. But, love of
what? Each other? What if a marriage was for other reasons? Marriage of
convenience. Do the same rules apply. Donald and Sarah Blakely are an
upper middle class couple married two years. Donald is a crossdresser in
the home and Sarah is very, very supportive..................well in a
way, the tale begins on Don's birthday.
Don got home from work with a pleasant surprise as he walked in the
house.
"Hi Donald," Sarah said as she posed in the family room doorway. She was
wearing bold makeup and false eyelashes, and her nails were beautifully
polished red. She wore only black fishnet stockings and a black garter
belt with tiny bikini panties. Her black lace bra, revealed the fact she
had rings in her nipples. She strutted over to him looking him in the
eye all the way, with a devilish smile, tapping a ruler in her hand.
"Happy birthday sweetheart," she said giving him a deep kiss and rubbing
his crotch at the same time.
"You've been such a bad boy. I think mommy is going to have to dress you
up like a girl and give you a good hard birthday spanking," she smiled
as she said it.
"Pull your pants down sweetie," she said seductively watching him
unbuckle and push his pants down to his knees.
"Underwear too," she cooed kissing him again as he pulled them down.
Sarah touched his dick softly with her hand. She took the ruler and gave
his bare ass a quick pop.
"Smack!" She smiled as Don jumped a little.
"I'm going to tie you in a chair in the bedroom and put curlers in your
hair," she said licking his lips.
"Boy's don't wear curlers in their hair Donald, but you have too
tonight, because you've been a bad boy," she said sucking his earlobe.
"Smack!" Don jumped again.
"Then I'm going to paint your toenails with bright red nailpolish," she
kissed him again, her eyes closed rubbing her pelvis against his
hardening dick.
"You want me to paint your toenails? I'm sure all the guy's at the
office will be so jealous when they see your toes." She slowly opened
her eyes.
"SMACK!"....."SMACK!"....."SMACK!"......"SMACK!" She quickly hit him
four times really hard.
"OWWW!!".... he yelped coming out of the seduction. She smiled at his
reaction.
"Did that hurt sweetie? Oh mommy's sorry. Why don't you get your shower,
I have a huge surprise for you tonight." She gave a sexy smile.
Don could feel an erection growing already. He never knew exactly how
she was going to approach things, but it was always good. He showered
and shampooed his hair, wrapping his hair in a towel and walking out of
the bathroom completely naked.
"There he is," she smiled posing.
"Get over here and let's get some panties on to cover that stiff dick
till it's time," as she held out a pair of red panties for him to step
into. She then held up the matching red bra.
"I want you to put on a bra. You like wearing girls clothes don't you
big guy?" she taunted lovingly as she slid it on him and fastened it in
the back. She stood back and looked at him.
"You look so sexy in a bra Donald," she cooed in his ear. "Let's put a
nightie on you. Something swishy and sassy, like this," she held up his
birthday present. A beautiful red lace and satin nightie that fell to
mid thigh. She helped him with it and she stood back again to look at
him.
"A pair of black fishnets and your 5" red spike heels and you will be so
sexy babe."
He attached the garter belt and she slid the fishnets up his legs and
attached them to the garters. Then the heels. He stood up. Sarah looked
him over feeling his crotch.
"I can't wait to get you in that bed. You're such a stud Don. After I've
sucked that dick and we have sex, I'm going to paint your toenails and
fingernails a bright red to match mine. I'll do it while you're
sleeping," she said. "Sleeping in curlers that is."
"Let's get you in the chair so I can get you in rollers and paint that
face of yours up like the whore you really are," she gushed again.
Don sat in the chair and allowed Sarah to tie his wrist and ankles to
the chair. She then tied his forearms and knees making him more
immobile. A couple of belts around his waist and chest were added and
buckled behind the chair. Don was very excited now as Sarah always
begins the slow process to his orgasm by tying him in the chair.
She took the towel off his head and combed his hair out. She lifted a
strand and dipped her fingers in the gel and ran the strand through her
fingers before winding it down on a brush roller and pinning it securely
to his head. She twisted the roller good and tight so Don could feel
each roller as his head would fill up. She repeated the process over and
over as she talked seductively to him.
"You know Don, after I get your head all full of rollers, and your
makeup done, I may want to sit on the edge of the bed for awhile and
masturbate using my vibrator just looking at you all prettied up," she
smiled in the mirror to him. "Then again I may want to spank you. I
haven't decided."
"You like being all prettied up don't you? Wearing girly things?" She
looked at him again then wound another roller and pinned it.
"Wearing hair rollers in your hair. Oh Don, I think you may be turning
into a sissy. That's OK sweetheart. I'll put a scarf over your rollers
in public so they don't show. That way nobody will think you are a
sissy." He squinted this time as the tight pull on his hair above his
ear hurt a little. She saw him squint.
"Oh I'm sorry sweetie. Are they not tight enough?" She took another
roller.
"My man likes his hair rolled really tight," she said rolling another
one in this time getting soft spoken "ouch" from Don.
"There you go. Better?" She giggled. She finished rolling his hair in
the gel, twisting each roller for maximum effect. She stood behind him
and looked at him in the mirror as she pressed her palms on the rollers.
"How does that feel? Tight enough?" She smiled as she brushed the
setting gel on the rollers for a firmer hold.
"Oh yes, That's a real tight set," she said rubbing both her hands over
the rollers vigorously and not one hair escaped the rollers..
She sat down facing him in his lap with her legs through the arms of the
chair.
"This is my favorite part sweetie. Painting your face. You want to look
like a whore for your birthday don't you? I know you do," she said
getting the pale pancake makeup out.
As she applied it to his face she said, "You know, you're very pretty
dressed like a girl, but your such a slut." She continued putting on his
makeup. She got to the false eyelashes.
"Nuh uh. You have to wear them. All whores wear false eyelashes. Look,
I'm wearing mine," she smiled and fluttered them. She finished the
lashes with heavy mascara and eyeliner then deep shades of eyeshadows.
She had Don's face transformed into a new person. She got out the
lipstick and kissed his lips.
"I just love you wearing lipstick Don. You are so sexy with red lips,"
she looked at what she was doing as she spoke. She applied the lipstick.
"Really, I wish you would wear lipstick all the time, even to work. Your
lips are so pouty, and sexy," she laughed.
"I just want to kiss them," she put her lips to his and very gently
touched his lips.
"Let me gloss them for that wet look," as she glossed his lips and sat
back and looked at her masterpiece.
"Do you like it honey?" she asked looking in the mirror with him.
"Yes," he gasped, as she was rubbing his crotch.
"I do too. You look like such a whore," she said getting off his lap.
"Oh yes," he said on a fetish high right now.
"Oh I'm so glad you feel that way," she sat on the end of the bed and
crossed her legs. She smiled at him.
"You're such a slut Don," she stared at him. "Who is Judy Wilson?"
Don's eyes looked confused at first. He looked at her and saw that she
was all serious now.
"Who is she Don?" she insisted.
"What Sarah. I mean she used to work for the company several years ago,
before I knew you," he looked at her.
"Was she at company party recently?" she asked and Don now felt an
uneasiness come over him. Sarah stood and walked over to the nightstand
and took a digital camera out of the drawer. She turned it on and held
it up and snapped a picture of Don.
"Sarah! Stop it. Wait a minute. What is wrong with you?" he began to
panic. He was tied in the chair.
"Nothing sweetheart. I just want to know who this Judy is," she said
taking a side picture.
"Stop that! Yes she came by a company party a few weeks ago." He
wondered how she knew about it.
"Were you alone in your office with her?" she asked snapping another
picture.
"Sarah!"
"Well?"
"Yes, she came in for a few minutes and we talked having not seen each
other in so long and......."
"Cut the crap Donald. Did you let her suck your dick?" He was floored.
He started to speak then she interrupted.
"Smile Don," she said holding the camera up.
"What? C'mon Sarah. No."
"I said smile. This one is for your mother. I may or may not show it to
her. If you don't smile I will call her and invite her over right now,
and I will leave," she said as she looked through the camera. Don slowly
smiled.
"Bigger," she insisted.
"Chin higher. I want your mom to have know doubt in her mind what she is
looking at here," she stare and smiled.
"Her son wearing makeup and hair rollers. I'm sure she will be very
proud of you Don."
Don lifted his head and gave a big authentic looking smile as the flash
went off.
"Now did she give you a blowjob Don?" she asked again.
"Things just got out of hand Sarah I.........."
"DID YOU GET A BLOWJOB FROM HER?" she snapped.
"Yes," he said softly.
"Did you cum in her mouth?"
"WHAT? Cindy......"
"Well.....did you?" she interrupted.
"Yeah, I did," he looked at her.
"And did she swallow?" she demanded.
"Yeah, She swallowed it," he looked away from her.
"You know that violates our marriage agreement. I just don't get it. I
do all this for you. Pretending I think you're sexy dressed in drag.
Cooing in your ear telling you how I want to suck your dick and have you
butt fuck me. I dress in all these fetish outfits for you You want for
nothing Don. This girl doesn't even know you wear dresses does she?" he
panicked now.
"Sarah, no she doesn't. Please let's talk about this some more. Untie me
so we can talk," he tried to reason with her.
"You can talk just fine tied in that chair," she said putting on a robe.
"It wasn't me that gave up all sexual activities in return for this
dressup life. You agreed that self masturbation would be the only sexual
release you would need. I am allowed to pursue sexual favors with anyone
I desire. Am I right? That was the agreement," she looked at him
seriously.
"You know I have a boyfriend. It's no secret. He knows I'm married and I
have kept your little dressing up secret private," she glared at him.
"Because I told you I would," she said as she walked over to the closet
and pulled out the portable hairdryer. She attached the hose and started
to work the elastic band of the bonnet around the curlers in Don's hair.
"Sarah, I'm not really in the mood for this right now," he said as she
put the dryer bonnet over his curlers. She cranked the dryer up on high
and walked back in front of him.
"This is not all about you Don," she gave a slight smile.
"I set your hair using my boyfriends semen I saved from his spent
condoms," she said and smiled at him.
"That's right Don. Your hair is fully set in rollers with a man's cum
for a setting lotion. How does it feel?" she gave sly laugh.
"What? Sarah, what will that do to my hair? Get that out of my hair," he
squirmed about. "Take the dryer off," he said trying to get his arms
free from the chair.
"No. I have no idea what it will do to your hair. And quite frankly
right now I don't give a damn. I do know that dryer is not coming off
your head till that hair is completely dry, and then maybe I'll take it
off and maybe I won't," she smiled again.
"Stop this Cindy, stop it now," he pleaded with her.
"Don I'm going to go and fix myself a drink while your hair is drying. I
will then tell you what you must do for me to stay in this relationship,
and what I will do if you are not willing to accept my terms. I will
leave of course. I can walk out with the settlement we agreed on in the
pre-nup right now you know," she walked to the door.
"Think about it," she left the room.
Don was at a loss. He didn't want to lose this woman as she was good.
She always seemed real and never contrived in her efforts. She treated
her relationship with him as a job, or livelihood that paid well and she
always performed flawlessly. She married him for the easy lifestyle and
financial security. In return she promised him he'd constantly be
seduced with his fetish desires, dressing up, and her constant teasing
of sexual adventures with him. This was dream situation, but he had
slipped. She didn't put up with any crap. This was the first time
anything had happened and she was willing to walk. It didn't seem that
bad at the time. Yes he got the blowjob. He had only masturbated
privately for the last two years. She had sex regularly with her other
men, yet he wasn't allowed any contact with another person. He'd never
even had sex with Sarah. She would come on strong and act as if she was
about to rock his world, but would leave it to him to finish alone. He
did agree to all this. He just didn't know how hard this would be at the
time.
She walked back in stirring a scotch with her finger. She studied him as
she sipped her drink.
"You will have to do a few things Donald that assure me this will never
happen again. I can think of a few things that will happen if you can't
honor our agreement," she walked around as she spoke looking off in
thought.
"I don't have to stay here you know. We married for love. Your love of
being dressed like a girl, and my desire for a financially stable
lifestyle, like the one I enjoy. I told you before we married I didn't
love you in a wifely way. And I honestly believe you were only attracted
to my toenails," she looked at him and posed teasingly.
"I guess you can say my participation in your dressing as a girl is my
job, and my boyfriends are my true love relationships," she grinned and
sipped her drink.
"But, I'm good at my job aren't I Donald? You'll never be able to
replace what I bring to your life." she turned away.
"Sarah. I'm sorry," he said.
She was right though. A beautiful woman who dressed in his favorite
fetishes herself, constantly pushing his feminine desires at him. She
never let up. She was unique and yes, she could never be replaced. Why
had he risked this perfect thing he had.
"What can I do to make things right?" he asked.
Sarah smiled and pulled out a roll of duct tape. She pulled a piece and
held it to his mouth. Don turned his head in reaction.
"Are we going to have a problem? I want you to listen and not talk. OK?"
she asked raising an eyebrow.
Don turned to face her and allowed her to put the tape over his mouth. A
second and third strip were added. With Don now completely muted, Sarah
sat on the end of the bed, crossed her legs and pulled her hair back.
"Donald this is what I'm going to do. Hear me out. It's a yes or no
proposal. First of all I need to feel secure in knowing this will never
happen again. So, I want some feminine aspects added to your everyday
wear. I think shaving your legs, underarms and pubic hair is a start,
but it is not enough. I think you should wear your toenails painted all
the time. I also want you to wear red or pink panties, and they must
have lace on them. Pretty panties, nothing generic."
"MMMPPFF!" Don grunted in frustration.
"Oh. I'm not done sweetheart. I want you to wear pantyhose under your
slacks four days a week," she looked at him.
"Yes, I said four days. One day a week you will wear a garter belt and
stockings under your slacks. I want them to be seamed stockings with
reinforced heels and toes." she smiled. "No exceptions."
Don became teary as he had to listen to all this, tied in the chair,
under the dryer.
"On those days you have to wear a suit, you will add a bra, and girdle
to your ensemble," she laughed a little as he shook his head.
"Oh, you can manage it. You will think twice before dropping your pants
for another woman in the future if you're dressed properly." she smiled
amused with her new requirements and the fear in his face. She stood and
walked about again.
"Well that should give me some feeling security as far as you playing
around again in the future." she turned and looked at him and said,
"But, what about what you have already done Don? You have to make it
right. I have to know you really want me in your life and you are
willing to show it by performing a penance that leaves no doubt in my
mind." she sat on the bed again. Don had sweat running down his cheeks
from the tension and the dryer.
"Here's what I want you to do," she said crossing her legs again.
"When your hair has dried tonight, I will release you from that chair. I
will pack as much of your feminine things as possible into two suitcases
while your hair is drying. When I release you, I want you to stand up,
take the suitcases and walk to the garage, dressed like you are now, put
the suitcases in the trunk of the car and leave."
"MMMPPPFFF!!!" Don was violently shaking his head.
"I don't care where you go." she laughed a little at his desperation.
"You'll figure it out I'm sure." she then resumed her requirements.
"You will leave this house for one week. My boyfriend will move in for
that week and sleep right here in this bed with me. Not to mention we
will have sex in this bed too." she was tormenting him a bit now.
"At the end of one week, you will show back up here and present yourself
to me dressed as a woman. You will be examined by me, for your effort,
and you had better be girly from the top of your hair to the tips of
your toenails." She smile at his reaction that now included tears.
"I don't care how you do it honey, that's up to you, but a week from
today I expect that front doorbell to ring and you be standing there
dressed head to toe as a girl," she held up her finger.
"There's more," she walked about now. "During the week I want you to
come up with three names of people we both know. These people you pick
will be told about your dressing and will be shown pictures of you
dressed up.," she smiled picking up a camera. "No not now. Your pictures
will be done special for that when you return next week."
Don was bewildered. He had gotten himself in a bad situation and could
see no way he could do these things she was asking. Especially giving
names of those that his secret was to be revealed to.
He hung his head even lower as she said, "Judy will not count as one of
the three. She is going to be told first, and sent a glamourous picture
of you," she said frmly.
"I'm also going to tell three other people about your little sissy
hobby. How you like prancing about the house in your little pretty
outfits," she mused. He didn't dress like a sissy though. He wore sexy
women's attire. To say he was a sissy wasn't true.
"You will never know who the three I tell are. I will ask them to keep
their knowledge from you. This way you will never know when you are in
the presence of someone who knows and has seen you dressed. You will
always wonder if the person you are talking to knows and is secretly
laughing inside." she bent over and cupped his chin and looked into his
madeup eyes. "A small price to pay to keep your wife after an
extramarital blowjob, wouldn't you agree?" she stood back and snapped
his picture.
"Of course you can say no to all this. I will accept no as an answer. I
will file for divorce, accept my settlement and move on. We can do that
tonight if you like. I'll call your mommy before I leave so she can come
over and let you out of your chair," she said like he was a baby. Sarah
showed Don a hairbrush.
"You know. A hairbrush is so versatile. The stiff bristles pulled
through your hair just makes it shine, I used to get spanked with one.
Very effective." She got on her knees in front of him pulling out his
penis. She gently pulled the bristles across the head of his penis
causing a violent jerk of his body in the chair, not to mention the
desperate muffled scream. She smiled and apologized.
"I'm sorry Donald. I'm just very disappointed in you that's all. I mean,
I was true to you," she said pulling the brush gently across the head of
his penis again, causing another desperate reaction. She stopped and
looked at his penis as she continued.
"I want you to think about what I've said. I am serious and I won't
negotiate any part. I also want you to know that I need to vent some of
my anger right now. I'm sure you understand this." She pulled the brush
across his knob again.
"It's nothing personal Donald, but it will help me feel better right now
I think," she said taking a firm grip on his penis as she began to
vigorously brush the edges of the head of his penis. Don flailed about
in the seat unable to stop the brushing as it continued. His muffled
screams were constant. As Sarah repositioned herself she was Don's
pleading, teary eyes, his head desperately back and forth in a "NO"
motion. Sarah smiled and said,
"Oh honey, I'm just getting started with your knob brushin," as she
started again.
Don fought an exhaustive battle never knowing when she was going to be
satisfied and stop brushing the head of his penis. She brushed the
edges, the the sides as she worked her way to the tip. She gave special
attention to the tip brushing it back and forth from different angles.
As suddenly as it began she stopped. Mark found the intensity of his
discomfort ended almost immediately as she stopped.
"There. I feel better somewhat better now," she said standing up and
leaving the room. "Your hair still has a while. I'm not sure how long it
takes cum to dry, but I'll check when I get your bags packed." she said
from the doorway. She went to get the suitcases from the closet.
Do you find this type story interesting. There's more in this little
adventure.
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