From Gary To Greta free porn video

This story is mine and if someboy wants to put it up on a different site should ask me first. There are some scenes which are not suited to minors so if you aren?t 18 years old stop reading now. But before I begin a little explanation for my absent of late. Four months have passed since I put up the sales ad for my wife (unknown to her but in agreement with Domme Mistress Stacey Lynne which is all what counts). Since then me and my family have moved to a different country and things are still not ticking lke they used to do or should do. We are all still adjusting. Still we don?t have a house where to live in and slowly we are fed up with how things are moving so slow. At least my wife is working, the e-mail finally is also functioning after quite a hassle. And yes, I detected several answers for my sales ad. The one I personally liked the most was one which appeared also in a review by Rosalynn: The Mistress forcing the cuckold to put up his wife for sale! That certainly is exciting! Tell you what: neuter the cuckold and I will buy both. He can be the day maid around the house; the French maid on weekends when we have guests over. This "offer" led to my next fantasy. From Gary to Greta by Greta After months of waiting my wife Andrea and I finally moved overseas. To Paris, the City of Light. A dream come true for both of us. Well, at least for my wife. maybe if it happened under different circumstances it would have been also a dream come true for me. As to how it happened it was rather a continuing nightmare for me. When we met I had a good paying Job and Andrea was just about finishing her studies. It was sheer luck to get to know each other because we lived in different places. Through a friend of mine I got invited to a Party which she also attended. I remember clearly when she entered the room. I swear a light lit up the darkness which were there before. Her radiant smile captured me instantly. I approached her and somehow it made click between us. We fell in love at first sight. I didn?t care where she came from, what she had done before or what she wanted to do next. One thing was clear, I had to have her. Even better, I wanted to marry her straight away and the feeling was almost mutual. A whirlwind romance ended a few months later in a beautiful wedding. Until then everything was bliss for both of us. With all the money I earned it was easy to afford a caribean dream honeymoon and we spent every moment together in and out of the bed. After coming back the first dark clouds appeared. I lost my Job. It was stupid how I lost it, I admit. The point is that Andrea was such a good girl that she didn?t want to have sex before the wedding so naturally I was running around horny all day long. The furthest I got with her was kissing, sometimes fondling her breasts. Still I got to know her juicy pussy very well and spent many hours on my knees licking her to one orgasm after another. She had moved in with me and despite us sleeping in the same bed we had no intercourse at all. It cost all my strength not to jump and rape her. I mean she was wearing all these provocative clothes and many times she just ran around in her underwear "because I like it so much". So one day in the office I simply lost it. I knew it was against company policiy. Yes, I knew the computer nerds could get me but I thought of being clever and sat at a different PC. At lunchtime I stayed at my place while everybody went out eating with me pretending to be busy. I loggged on a porn website and soon had to run to the mensroom to relieve myself. Now coming back from my honeymoon I had a letter from the company in my mail stating if I wanted to avoid a lawsuit I had to resign which I did after a nights sleep but of course I told Andrea not the real reason why I had lost my Job. I just told her that my numbers hadn?t been as good as the ones of my colleagues. She held me in her arms and told me not to worry, maybe I wasn?t the tough guy who could hold a Job in a difficult economic evironment, but it didn?t matter now because she on the other side had great news. "Look Gary. I have gotten a mail today. Read it." I took her mail and read. Wow, I thought. She got this tough to get Job in Paris with an incredible salary. All of a sudden she was the big shot in our marriage. When I finished reading I congratulated her. Then she surprised me. "You know what? I think it is good you lost your Job." I looked at her. In an agitated voice I asked: "What do you mean it is good that I lost my Job????" "Easy sweety. Don?t talk to me like that. I want an apology right now." I was about to raise my voice but swallowed when I saw her stoney eyes. Losing my Job hadn?t been good for my selfesteem anyway so I gave in. "I am sorry for raising my voice honey." "That sounds much better. Now, what I meant is the following. It is good that you lost your Job for one reason. I have been offered this great Job overseas in Paris. So I doubt you would have said `great, let us go to Paris`if you would have still had your Job, right? Now we just get rid of this apartment and we are on our way to Paris sweety." I looked up, almost speechless. "You, I mean we are going to Paris?" "Yes, I will rent a nice place with an unobstructed view of the Eiffel Tower. The company has been asking where would I want to live? You know that brings some questions up: Will you follow me? If yes, will you take care of me?" "You ask me to follow you to Paris, right?" "Yes, of course I ask you to follow me. Imagine you had gotten a Job overseas. I don?t even think you would have asked me to follow you. I believe you thought that would be natural. I am now the breadwinner here but I don?t think it is natural even so we just married and made our vows. So what is it? Will you follow me and take care of me?" I nodded. "Of course I will follow you." She hugged me. "Thank you baby. By the way, do you know how to cook? How to make the beds, wash, clean, iron? You know, how to run a household? I mean with my Job I will definetely have long working hours and I think we both have to share. So it is natural to tell you to keep the apartment spotless. Besides, I will have to entertain guests every once in a while so you need to be able to cook tasty meals and not putting some stuff in the microwave. The french are picky about that. So do you know how to do all that?" She looked at me expectantly. I shook my head. "You know, I don?t know anything about it. I mean I have been working always and mostly ate out plus I had a cleaning lady coming in. Can?t we do that in Paris too?" "No way honey, you know that I don?t like strangers going through my stuff. That is why we got rid of the cleaning lady as soon as I moved in. No, there is no way out of it. Besides we can save money by you taking care of our place and we can use it instead for traveling or other things." I didn?t answer and for a moment she was lost in thoughts. Then her face lit up. "Sweety. I have solved the problem. I will sign you up for a cooking course and will be looking for an agency where you can learn everything about the house from cleaning to ironing. I will give you several months to perfect things and then will start inviting people so you can show off your newly aquired homely skills." "Look honey. No offense but it isn?t really my greatest wish to learn everything from cleaning to ironing or to show off my homely skills. Can?t we find a different solution?" Even while I spoke I could see her face clouding und then she started to cry. "You are so ungrateful. I have been doing exactly the same thing for us the last several months, now I am asking you to do it and you flat out refuse." "No, no, it??s not that I refuse.." "Oh sweety", she interrupted me. "That is so wonderful of you to become a househubby. Oh I can picture you standing at the ironing table wearing one of my adorable frilly aprons while proudly ironing my underwear, blouses or skirts. Gosh, I can?t wait to see that. You will see after not being able to succeed in the harsh business world this is certainly something where you can thrive." I was speechless, for a moment. "There is no way I will wear your frilly aprons. At least let me get some for myself." "Sweety, I think it is perfectly normal for you to wear these aprons now. It will not only show your new status in our marriage but it also doesn?t make any sense not to use them because they are almost new. I think we shouldn?t spend any extra money on ugly looking aprons. No, aprons should definetely be frilly. I always remember my mother and grandma wearing frilly aprons. I wore frilly aprons for you. So why shouldn?t you wear frilly aprons when being the househubby. It makes perfect sense. Before we leave for Paris we are going to buy some new ones so you have enough to choose from. Now enough about aprons." I wasn?t ready to give in. "If you want me to go with you to Paris forget about me wearing frilly aprons." "Is this your final statement? Because then you are going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. I think you haven?t understood what has happened. You have lost your Job and I do have one. You want to fight over such a mundane thing like wearing an apron? Ok, suit yourself." With that she stood up abruptly, turned around and headed upstairs. I looked after her, saw how her gorgeous butt wiggled while she climbed the stairs. Oh, what have I done? I thought to myself. Still, I wasn?t going to give in over this. I am a man after all. Ok, maybe I was going to learn homely skills like she called it but sure as hell I wouldn?t be wearing frilly aprons while doing my chores in the household. I got up from the couch and got myself a beer from the fridge. When I turned around in order to go back to the livingroom I saw one of her frilly aprons hanging right near the entrance. It was practically waving at me. I stormed out of the kitchen. Now way! Then I sat in front of the TV and watched a football match. At halftime I got another beer and once again the apron waved at me. I kept ignoring it. After the game was over I brought the empty bottles back into the kitchen and almost laughing I showed my middlefinger to the apron. Then I went upstairs to sleep but the bedroom door was closed. "Honey let me in. I am tired." "Do you wear an apron? If not, go to the other bedroom. I will not let you in." Damn I thought, why is she so stubborn? But so can I. I will not wear her silly aprons. So I went to sleep in the other bedroom. The next days went pretty much the same. She ignored me, went out the whole day, we didn?t even eat together and I had to sleep in the second bedroom. It was a battle of wills. I knew that. The only problem was she had the upper hand and I didn?t know how to come up with a solution. If I left her, which I didn?t want by the way, I?d be in trouble because I wouldn?t be able to get a Job in the near future. I knew my former Boss would make that a safe bet. So, what the heck, let her have her stupid wish. So after four days I gave in. Of course she had gone out again. When I woke up she wasn?t there anymore. So I got up, showered and shaved, then got dressed. Afterwards I went straight to the kitchen where I knew the hated apron would be hanging. Yes, it was frilly. Yes, it was fully bibbed. Yes, damn it, she had only pink aprons! I stood there feeling like a pig being led to the slaughterhouse and slowly my hand raised towards the apron, the frilly, fullbibbed, bloody hell, pink apron. Damn her, damn her, and I took it. When I slid it over the head the french way of beheading entered my mind. Yes, the Guillotine was swooshing down but not really beheading me but destroying my manhood. I closed the buttons behind me and made a bow as good as I could. It felt like wearing a dress. I walked to the mirror in the entrance hall and looked at myself. Gosh, it was a dress. I was wearing a dress. Only my shoes and a little bit of my pants showed beneath the hem. Now I knew why she usually wore heels with those aprons. Abruptly I turned around and started to make lunch. In the fridge I found some salad, added tuna and a thousand island sauce, although the light version of course. Then I took my cell and phoned her. It seemed she let it ring on purpose for a long time before she finally picked up. "What do you want?" "I, err, honey, I am, I mean, err, I have made a salad for lunch and I am, err, yes, I thought it would be.... Damn it, I am wearing that bloody apron like you want me to. There you have it. Are you happy now?" "Now what? I think this is certainly not the right tone to talk to me, isn?t it? Try again." I held my breath. Damn her, damn her. I wanted to shout into the cell but tried to calm down. I swallowed hard and with it my pride. "I am sorry honey for the way I spoke to you. I just wanted to tell you that I have thought it over. I went to the kitchen, put on the nice apron which was hanging in the kitchen and then made a salad for the two of us. I just wanted to know whether you would like to have lunch with me." "Sweety, I would be delighted to have lunch with you and I can?t wait to see you in your new frilly pink apron. Do you want me to bring something home?" "Yes honey, a french baguette would be great and maybe some cheese, also french, so we could get used to the taste." "That is a wonderful idea. I am there as soon as possible." Less than half an hour later she opened the door of our apartment. Meanwhile I had been busy and opened a nice bottle of white. When I heard the door open my heart started to race. "Hello sweety. I am back home. Where are you? Come out from where ever you are. I want to have a good look at you." So I stepped slowly out of the kitchen, feeling ashamed for what I was wearing and therefore with my head bowed. Very slowly I started to raise my head. "No, stay like that with your head bowed. That is perfect. I know you feel ashamed for what you are wearing, but you shouldn?t be. You?d rather should be ashamed of your behaviour the last days. I want you to apologize and while you do it you should be doing a nice curtsy. Now raise you head, look at me and do what you need to do." I looked up, stunned by her speech. She stood there in the entrance, holding, besides the shopping bag with the baguette, also a beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hand. "I am waiting." Like in slow motion I tried to make a curtsy like I had seen little girls or maids in movies doing it. What the hell was I doing? I stopped in the middle of my action but then saw her face, her raised eyebrow, and went all the way down. A tear rolled down my cheek when I started to speak. "I am really sorry for my behaviour the last days and I promise to do better in the future. To show you my good will to improve I have donned my new apron. I hope you like it." "Oh sweety. You look better than I imagined. All the way back home I was thinking how you?d look like and you do look so cute. It is so becoming. Of course there is always room to improve but for starters you definetely look adorable." With that she walked towards me, gave me the flowers and hugged me tightly. "You see, being the househubby has also its perks." Then she kissed me and grabbed my butt through my apron. "Hmm, if I weren?t so famished I?d think of something else. Now set the table and let me know when you are ready. I am going to the bathroom to freshen up." I returned to the kitchen, put everything on the dining room table and called out to her that everything was ready. She quicklly came out of the bathroom and went to her place. But she didn?t sit down. She just stood there. I hesitated but then got the message. I hurried over to her and pulled out her seat. She sat down then. "That took you a while to figure out, didn?t it? I have decided as a punishment for your behaviour in the last days I want you to serve me and you will have to eat your lunch afterwards in the kitchen. Understood?" I turned beet red but nodded my head. Oh my God her mood was on a rollercoaster, in one moment she grabbed my butt and in the next she crushed me basically to the floor. Soon I should understand. "Yes honey, I understand. I don?t like the punishment but probably deserve it." "No. That is not the right answer. Probably? No, it is definetely. The way you have been acting in the last days I have even been thinking about going to Paris on my own but where would it leave you then? In the last days I have had a few conversations and believe it or not, now I know why you lost your Job. How could you do that? To embarass me like that? Looking at pornsites! Am I not good enough for you? Things are going definetely to change between us. But now I want to eat first before I continue telling you what exactly is going to happen. So start serving now and believe it or not I want you to curtsy before you start doing it and when you are finished. Then stand back while I eat and wait for my orders. I don?t want to hear anything from you meanwhile. Understood?" "Err, yes honey." "Stop honeying me. You can call me Ms Beringer for now. If you don?t you will be punished." "Yes, err, Ms Beringer." Beringer used to be her name before our wedding before she took mine, Stevens. I curtsied as best as I knew but that wasn?t good enough for her. She immediately corrected me. "No. you have to hold your apron between your fingertips and raise it with your hands. Repeat it now." I did as asked which brought a smile to her face. " Hold that for a moment. Don?t move." She got up from the table and grabbed her handbag which she immediately opened and took out her camera. Before I could react she had taken several pics. "It looked so cute. I just had to take some pictures. What do you think? Should we develop them, frame the best one and then put it on your nightstand?" I gasped but somehow stayed still in the same position. "You know what? I have an even better idea. Stay still for a moment longer." She grabbed once again her handbag, rummaged in it and retrieved something which I couldn?t see. Then she grabbed my face with one hand. "Pucker up sweety. I think this will make you even look cuter." With this she started to paint my lips with her cherryred lipstick. "Hmm, yes, now blot sweety." She handed me a tissue and robotlike I held it to my lips and did what she wanted. While I did this she took several more pics. "You can get up now. Oh sweety. I do believe that we now have no doubts anymore that you will become a doting househubby or should I say housewife when we are in Paris. Don?t we?" I hung my head. "No." "Excuse me! Did you miss something or did I hear wrong?" "I, I am sorry. No, Ms Beringer I will become a doting househubby as is your wish." "Hmm, hubbys don?t wear lipstick, don?t they? "No, but..." Immediately she interrupted me. "Of course they don?t but you do. So what does that make you? Certainly not a hubby because we found out hubbys don?t wear lipsticks. So I must come to the conclusion you will be then a doting housewife?" "No honey, err, sorry, Ms Beringer. I am your hubby... "But you are wearing lipstick so you must be a wife." "But I am not your wife Ms Beringer." "Oh, now I see, if you aren?t the wife you must be then, hmm, let me think, yes, you must be then the maid, mustn?t you?" "Oh my god honey. Stop this nonsense.." "That is certainly no nonsense. Watch what you say maid. Because that is exactly what you are going to be during the rest of the week. Now enough of your backtalk. For not calling me Ms. Beringer and for your constant whining you will be punished later. Now start serving." I hung my head and started serving the salad and poured her a glass of white wine. Like she had asked before I curtsied when I was finished. "Now stand back with your hands folded in your lap. Maybe I need you to refill my glass or have a little bit more of the salad. I hope it is tasty anyway since you have no experience as a maid." I stood back as asked and watched her eating in silence. She didn?t ask for neither refill nor more of the salad. "Well, the salad wasn?t too bad at all but of course there is a lot of room for you to improve. We?ll see to that once we are in Paris. Now take away the stuff and eat in the kitchen. After you have finished eating and cleaning the dishes I?ll want you to join me in the livingroom for your punishment. Is that clear maid? Hmm, I have to think about a maids name for you." I curtsied to her, took everything to the kitchen and ate there. Afterwards I did the dishes and went with dread to the livingroom. Once again I curtsied to her. "I am here Ms. Beringer. I wanted to apologize for my earlier behaviour. I am sorry that I didn?t show enough respect. Please don?t punish me." "Oh Maid, I accept your apologies but I think it is really necessary that you get punished because I believe it wil make you think twice before you don?t address as ordered or not showing me respect. Hmm, by the way I think I have found a maids name for you. Even so it may be an insult to the great actress but I will rename you after Greta Garbo. So as long as you are wearing an apron your name will be Greta." "Please, Ms. Beringer don?t do this to me. Ok, ok, I will wear these stupid aprons when doing the housework but don?t give me a girls name, please." "Are you kidding me. You should be honored to be named after the great Greta. Enough of that. One little concession, when we are in Paris as long as we have guests I will not address you as Greta if you obediently wear your apron whenever I tell you. Understood?" I was speechless. My mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. "Ok, I take your silence as an agreement on your part. Now we come to your punishment. Since you were so disrespectful plus you don?t want to be a wife and rather be the maid I think it would make sense to buy you a maids uniform with everything needed like corset, stockings and high heels. The punishment will be to buy all your new things in a store." I went hysterical. "No, no, no. You can?t do that to me. Then I will leave you. I will not wear a maids uniform for you." With that I ripped the darn apron from my body, wiped the lipstick off with it and threw the apron on the ground. "It is all your fault me looking at pron in the net. If you had let me make love to you it would have never happened. I was simply horny. That?s why it happened. Damn it!" I turned around to walk upstairs in order to pack my stuff. "Stop immediately. You mean you watched porn and definetely jerked off to it because we didn?t make love? It is my fault that I wanted to be a virgin for you at the wedding? Is it my fault that I am different from the whores who let whoever fill their pussies? Are you kidding me? You and I made a commitment and you broke it like a horny little 14 year old schoolboy. If you leave I?ll sue you for everything you own and make sure you?ll never get a good Job anymore. Besides if those cute pictures with you wearing lipstick, apron and doing a curtsy appear on the web you are doomed for ever. So what will it be, buying a maids uniform or complete ruin?" I had stopped dead in my tracks. My face got longer and longer. My skin turned whiter with every word she spoke. I knew I was doomed but damn it I didn?t want to wear a maids uniform. I decided to make one last attempt to fight her. "Please let us talk normal. You Andrea and me Gary, ok? Just for now let us think straight, ok Andrea?" "Ok Gary. Let me hear what you have to say. I am a patient person but don?t stretch it." "Listen Andrea. I love you and I know you are obsessed with me being the househubby now and also wearing these stupid aprons." "Gary", she interrupted me. "You are stretching it. These aren?t stupid aprons." "Ok. I am sorry. What I wanted to say is that I agree to do the cooking, cleaning and everything else involved into housework. Ok I will do it and I will try hard so you can be proud to show guests the sparkling clean house. I?ll do all that for you, for us. But you can?t really expect me to wear an apron or being called by a girls name. I am a man after all. I am your husband after all. How weird would it look like when you call me Greta while wearing a maids uniform in front of our guests. Please come to your senses." "Is this all? Was this your little speech of defense Gary? Are you done now?" I nodded. While I had been talking she had connected the camera to her laptop and showed me now her new screensaver. A picture of me all decked out in the pink apron and wearing lipstick. "Doesn?t it look cute sweetie? I do think it does and I repeat what I have said before I will not call you Greta in front of the guests but I want you to wear an apron obediently whenever I say so. Still I want us to go to buy a maids uniform with everything entitled. This uniform will be hanging in your closet and will find its way out only if you don?t behave yourself. Do you think you can compromise on that? I think I am way to lenient with you but I want you to agree with me. To make it very clear to you I repeat the rules. You?ll wear aprons in the household and you listen to the name Greta while we are alone but won?t address you as Greta when we have guests. The maids uniform you will only have to wear when you haven?t behaved well. Oh, and another thing. From now on I will make all decisions and will be the head of the household which also includes a name change. We will be known henceforth Mrs. and Mr. Beringer. I will set up the papers for the name change. That is final and there is no room for negotiations." "This can?t be. This is definetely too much. I can?t accept these terms. Can?t you just drop all this crap and leave things as they were? I mean I don?t want to be Greta Beringer honey. You can?t do that to me, please." She laughed at me. "Greta Beringer? Who said you?ll be Greta Beringer? Hahaha, oh my God. This is too good to believe." Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I can?t believe what you just said. Oh, I think it is a great idea. Mrs. and Mrs. Andrea and Greta Beringer. Oh my God. Yes, that would be incredible. Are you really that stupid? Who said you?ll be named Greta Beringer? I talked only about our last name but heck if you want it, and why would you have mentioned it otherwise, we can go and change both names of yours. I really like the idea. Greta Beringer. Love it." I was stunned. "Oh honey. I am sorry. You know exactly what I meant. It was just a freudian slip. I, I, err, I just associated you wanting to call me Greta with the taking of your family name. That is all." "Look. Let?s finish the discussion. Either you agree to my terms, and I insist to say lenient terms, or it will be your ruin. So tell me how we will go on from here on." I closed my eyes. This was surely a nightmare. I openend my eyes again. There she stood, beautiful and adorable but her face wearing a mask. A mask of superiority. A mask of a person who knows exactly she holds victory in her hands. She just has to collect the trophy and collecting she did. I hung my head. "You agree? Then repeat my words from before. All of them. Before you speak I want you to curtsy to me Greta." I looked up at her but her face was like a stone. Like somebody had put weights on my shoulder I sank in slow motion down and held my curtsy for a moment before standing up again. "Very good. Now speak Greta." "I will wear aprons anytime you wish. I will listen to the name Greta when we don?t have company. We will buy a maids uniform for me and other things which will go with it. Err, what else?" "You will wear the maids uniform only when you don?t behave well." "Oh yes, err, I will have to wear the maids uniform only if I am not well behaved. You will make all decisions and therefore will be the head of our household. I will get my name changed." Then I curtsied once again. "Very good Greta. Yes, you will get your name changed. Look, now all seems to be a little tough for you but don?t worry soon you?ll get accustomed to the new situation and I am very positive you?ll becomke an excellent cook and househubby." With that she stepped towards me, hugged and kissed me. While I held back at first my anger slowly melted and I started to kiss back. Her hands went down between my legs and started rubbing me there. She grinned at me. "Still horny?" I smiled for the first time that day and nodded my head. "Then lets go upstairs. You wanted to go there anyway." She took my hand and led me upstairs. As soon as we were in our bedroom she literally threw herself at me. Surprised by her I fell backwards to the ground with her on top. She was really agressive ripping my shirt apart, kissing my chest and starting to suck on my nipples. I squirmed not used to being treated like a piece of meat but never the less a moan escaped my lips. "Oh my, little Greta likes that. Doesn?t she?" Another moan was all Andrea needed to hear. Once again and now with fervor she attacked my nipples. Her hands roamed over my body, holding my rockhard cock in her hands, massaging it. "Oh my God, I can?t wait to buy your maids uniform. Oh my God, I am so wet. Get down on your knees." She sat on our bed, almost frantically pulling her panties down. "Crawl to me. crawl Greta. Yes, lick me, drink me, worship me. Oh my God I am soo horny." I crawled forward. She grabbed my head and practically smashed her pussy against my face. She screamed. It was like taking a shower. She gushed her juices into my face. Never anything remotely close to that happened before. She kept screaming. Her legs clamped around my head. I tried to lap up her juices as good as I could. "Slowly Greta. slowly. I am a little sensitive right now. Oh my God, I never knew dominating you would be so good. Would make me so uncrontolably horny. Oh my God, you will never make a decision ever again." Once again her breath quickened. She smashed her pussy once again with rapid movement against my face. Faster and faster. "Yessssssss. Ohhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssss, yessssss, yessssssssss. I am cumming. Oaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh." She fell back on our bed. Her eyes were closed. She didn?t move at all. I licked her slowly, lovingly, submissively. After a while she started to stroke my head. "Oh Greta. That was wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful. Oh we will repeat this often, very often. Gosh yesss." She sighed contendly. She lay still. I kept licking her very lightly. I thought I heard her purring all the while she kept stroking my hair. "Greta, please draw me a bath. I need to relax, ok." I looked at her longingly. She saw my look. "Oh Greta. No, I am too tired for this. Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow. Now go and draw me a bath. Call me when you are ready and don?t forget to put my bath oil in there. I want to have lots and lots of bubbles." With a crestfallen face I stood up and went to he bathroom. After I had taken care of it the way she wanted too I called out to her. She took my by surprise when seeing her walking in completely naked. My cock which hardly had gone down went up immediately again. "Greta. That is no appropriate behaviour for you but I don?t want to be so cruel. You are allowed to jerk off for me while I take a bath. Just go back and retrieve my pair of panties, then come back." I went with a bobbing cock and got her panties. "Don?t hold them out to me. No. I want you to wear them while you jerk off thinking of me as your Mistresswife. Put them on and stand in front of the mirror." I hesitated. I couldn?t wear her panties. This was sick but I was also extremely horny. I looked at her with pleading eyes. "Put them on, now. If not just leave. Either you let me relax or give me a kinky show. Come on, you need to get your rocks off and I promise you my panties won?t feel halfbad. Nobody has to know. Put them on for me." Looking at the panties thoughts were flashing through my mind. It would mean loosing another battle and where would it stop then? After the last hours of hearing her talking, having raging orgasms when completely dominating me I knew this would open floodgates. I looked at her once again. "Where will it end? You have me at your beck and call but I will not wear panties for you." She shrugged ger shoulders. "Suit yourself but if I find out you have been jerking off somewhere else than here I promise you won?t score in a long time to come. Face it do what I say and make me happy or don?t do what I say and face the consequences." I stared at her but she held my piercing glaze with ease. In fact she held it with a smirk on her face. "Think of it. You are horny as hell if your bobbing cock gives any indication of that and I give you the chance to jerk off while wearing my panties. Why would you waste such a chance? Hmm, that is so delicious. Just do it!" Still holding the panties in my hands I slowly bent forward, lifted one foot, then the other and pulled her with lace and little bows adorned pale blue panties up over my cock and settled them over my hips. She clapped in her hands. "Oh this is soo cute. Yes, I knew you could do it. That wasn?t so bad, wasn?t it? Now take care of your cock. That looks rather obscene." I looked down at myself and saw my precum had formed a big wet spot in the front of the panties. I blushed. "I knew you were horny but I haven?t seen you that horny ever before. You really must love my panties. You know what? I bestow them on you. You look delicious in them and I believe it isn?t the last time you wear panties." All of a sudden my wife started to breathe irregular again. Just like when I had licked her before. Then she cried out. "Oh my God, oh my God, yes, yess, yessssssss. I?m cumming again, I?m cumming again. Ohhhhhhhhh. yessssss. I love it. I love it. I love it. Oh my God! I never knew dominating you could be so exhilarating. Oh my God, join me. Sit down in the tub and jerk yourself off. Come here. Come at once." I stepped towards the tub and submerged into the big bubblebath. When I grabbed my cock she interrupted me. "No. Let me do it." With that she grabbed my cock and started to rub it. "Hmm, isn?t this delicious? Hmm, don?t you like to sit with me in the tub, enjoying a feminine bubblebath, wearing your new panties and having your Mistresswife rubbing your cock? Hmm, isn?t that delicious? Meanwhile I had closed my eyes in rapture and enjoyed her rubbing but when I didn?t answer she stopped. "Please honey don?t stop. Please don?t stop." "Answer me then. Isn?t it delicious? "Huh, what? Oh yes, it is delicious that you rub my cock." "No, what I said. Repeat it now or I won?t go on." "Yes, err, it is delicious to sit with you in the tub, enjoying a bubblebath, wearing panties and having you rub my cock." "Ok, not too bad, but you still forgot something. You enjoying a feminine bubblebath and wearing your very own new pair of panties and having your Mistresswife rubbing your cock. Repeat it now." "Yes, I will but please rub me again. I can?t stand it anymore. Yes, I am enjoying a feminine bubblebath while wearing my cute panties and having my Mistresswife rubbing my cock." With this she slowly started to rub me again. "I loved that you added my cute panties. I will get you some more. In fact I think you should wear panties all the time now, shouldn?t you?" Again she stopped. "Please honey, you drive me crazy. Please don?t stop. Please, please. Yes, I should wear panties but please don?t stop." Now she picked up her pace and if my cock had been hard before now it turned into concrete. My balls started to boil. She stopped. "Ahhhh. Honey, what are you doing? Please don?t stop. I am soo close. Please, please. I have already agreed to wear panties now haven?t I?" "Yes, you have but I also want you to shave your body. Completely. No more hairs on your body below your eyebrows." "Oh honey, please not that too. No, please." "Ok, here is the deal. Tomorrow night we make love but you agree to shave all your hair, ok?" "Oh my God. You are, you are..., ok, yes I do it." Once again she clapped into her hands. "This is so much fun. I will do it for you and hmm, maybe I let you keep your pubic hair, at least some of it. We?ll see." Then she grabbed my cock again, squeezed it lightly and started to rub me again. Fast, deliberate, hard and my balls instantly started to boil again. I moaned outloud. Oh yes, I was reaching the point of no return. My hands hit the water which splashed throughout the bathroom. I heard my wife laughing and me screaming in extasy. "Ahhhhhh. I am cumming. Ahhhhhhhh. Yessssssss. Yesssssssss, Ahhhhhhh." I pumped and pumped and pumped my cum into the bubbly water. Never before had I cum so hard. I felt exhausted from everything what happened in the last hours, exhausted from this incredible orgasm. I almost passed out and kept babbling. "Thank you honey. Thank you. Thank you. That was wonderful. Thank you. Thank you." She took me in her arms and hugged me. "Just do what I say and everything will be fine. You hear me? I love you but I have also found that I love dominating you." I just nodded my head. She hugged me tight and I felt her kisses on my cheeks. She stroked my hair. "Wasn?t that wonderful Greta? I think you have never cum like that before. Your cum even shot through the bubbles." She giggled. "I have never seen you so excited and I can?t wait to help you select your new panties and not to forget your maids uniform." She lifted herself out of the bath. I wanted to follow. "No stay in there. Don?t forget you need a good shave Greta. I don?t want to have a hairy househubby. That would be so ugly if you were to wear shorts under your apron and all the world could see ugly hairy legs underneath or wearing your stockings with the uniform. Uggghh. Hairy legs simply won?t do it." She quickly dried herself with a fluffy towel, wrapped it around her and grabbed the shaving kit. "Lift your left leg." When I did so she started to laugh. "What? What is it? "Oh, nothing. It?s just that you have some cum on your legs. Well, no surprise. The little spermies must swim all around you. Haha, maybe they want to impregnate you." I blushed while she started to shave my legs. "Look how I do it. In the future you?ll do it on your own. I want you to keep your body all soft and smooth for me. Like now you are going to take a nice bubblebath and then when you have soaked for a while you?ll start shaving your body. The best is to do it on a daily basis so you?ll definetely will be smooth always. You can be sure that I will check you from time to time and if I catch you being stubbly that means wearing the maids uniform for a day and it won?t matter whether we are going to have guests or not. Punishment is punishment, understood? There we go. One leg done. One leg to go. Hmm, isn?t that smooth?" She slowly ran her fingers over my newly smooth leg. "Go ahead. Touch it." With trepidation I slightly touched my alien looking leg. It had always been hairy. I mean since I passed puberty. I looked at her. She saw my astonished look. "Oh you like that? Now you know why we women keep ourselfs smooth all over. From now on you?ll feel a step closer to womanhood." She quickly went on to shave my other leg, then the reats of my body including my arms and underarms, except for my pubic hairs. I was glad to obviously keep them. "Get out of the tub now and towel yourself dry. Then take this lotion and rub it all over your body. It will prevent a burning skin and it simply feels good to be well moisturized. You?ll do that now also every time after you shave. I?ll be back in a moment. Just need to get scissors." I did as she said and when she came back I was in the middle of the process of moisturizing myself. She stood there for a moment, holding the scissors in her hand. "Very good. When you are done I want you to sit on the side of the tub and open your legs wide." After I finished I did just what she had told me. "Don?t move now. I don?t want to hurt you, ok?" I nodded and sat still. Then she started to snip my pubic hair short. "What are you doing? Stop that." She simply looked up at me. "You will never talk to me like that again. Understood? Now with your outburst I will slightly change what I wanted to do. In fact I think it will change quite a bit as a punishment. Before I just wanted to shave your ballsack and cut the hair short on top of your cock but now I think you are in for it." She grabbed my cock and balls with one hand and squeezed hard. I screamed in pain and surprise. "Now sit still and I don?t want to hear a word from you. Is that clear? "Yes, yes, but don?t hurt me anymore. I am sorry." She continued to first snip my pubic hair short and then started to shave. "Don?t look down anymore. I want it to be a surprise." Then she kept shaving and shaving. After she was done with my ballsack to her satisfaction she started to shave on top of my cock. She seemed to take an awful lot of time. Finally she was done. "Don?t look. I just need to get something else. If I catch you looking you won?t score tomorrow. Understood?" "Yes. I won?t look." She got up and rummaged in her drawer retrieving something which I couldn?t see. Then she returned and knelt once again down in front of me. "Hold very still now." I sat still as told and then I smelt fingernailpolish and felt her painting my pubic hair. My thoughts were in turmoil. What was she up to? How would I ever hide that? "There you have it. I am done. It is all your own doing for being so rude to me. You?ll keep it like that from now one until I tire of it. Understand?" I nodded and with fear of what she had done I slowly lowered my eyes. I cried out when I saw what she had done. "Oh my God. What have you done to me. A pink heart. A pink heart. Oh my God. How will I ever live with that? What if I have to go to the doctor? Are you out of your mind?" "Stop it this instant. You brought this upon yourself. I just punished you and if you have to go to the doctor we always can say you lost a bet to me or something else we?ll come up with. Actually for this outburst you should be punished again. Oh I know it. For the rest of the day and tonight you?ll wear a nice babydoll. My pink one so it matches your sweet little pink heart there. Of course it goes perfectly well with the pink panties. Think about objecting my dear because then you won?t score plus while being out shopping tomorrow for your maids uniform, panties, corsets and stockings I?ll tell everybody you are my sissyhubby who has asked to be put in all those cute feminine things." I gasped. My hands formed fists and my knuckles turned white but there was no way out of it. I hung my head. "This attitude looks much better than having you stand there forming fists. No, you are done and you know it. There is no way out of this." She took my hand and lead me back to the bedroom. "It is better you accept it and go with what I tell you to do and it will be much easier for you. Besides you?ll make me happy. You have seen and heard my extasy this afternoon. I have learned to love dominating you and that won?t change. So just give in." For the umpteenth time today I looked at her. I shook my head. "I can?t and I don?t want. I am a man and you are subjecting me to do degrading things like wearing all these feminine things. I am not a woman and I will fight you. I know you have the upper hand now but that doesn?t mean I have given up yet." She smiled at me with a hint of superiority. "Ok, suit yourself. Fight me but there is no way out of it and you know that. Besides. What happened when you wore your new panties a while ago. There was instantly a wet spot in the front and when you felt your smooth leg? How did that feel? Stop kidding yourself. You love it. I saw it in your eyes. I know you. At first you always say no whether I want you to wear aprons or simply when I ask you to go out dancing. In the end you always give in because simply put you don?t have much backbone. I believe deep inside of you you are a sissy but you are too afraid to let it out. I promise you to find that inner sissy of yours. With all the leverage I have over you I don?t think there is too much you can do about it." Meanwhile she had walked to her dresser and took out her pink babydoll and the matching panties. She held them out to me. "Put them on." I stepped slowly forward, took the babydoll and the panties. I felt a shiver going through my body. They were made out of pure silk. I looked at her and a tear started rolling down my face. With rage I threw the clothes across the bedroom. "That is enough. That is enough humiliation for one day. I can?t stand it anymore. I am leaving." I went to my dresser, took out my boxers, put them on. Then a t-shirt, socks, pants and shoes. All of a sudden I realised I was alone in my bedroom. Where was Andrea? What was she up to? I stepped out of the bedroom, looked around and heard some noise coming from our studio. I looked inside. There she was at her laptop. "Oh honey. You want to be witness of your doom?" "What, err, what do you mean by witness of my doom?" "Nothing, nothing really honey. I just have an email with your cute pictures attached ready to be send to your family, friends, to your ex- employer and all your former co-workers. How do you like that?" "You, you, you can?t do that. You can?t do that to me." "Oh I will if you don?t turn around in an instant, take off these clothes, put on the babydoll and the panties and come back to present yourself with a nice and deep curty. If not I press the button. You have five minutes." With that she simply turned around. I stood there frozen. Would she really do this to me? To her husband? She couldn?t. She wouldn?t. "Four minutes, 30 seconds." She would. I slowly turned around, walked back to the bedroom, took off my clothes, then grabbed the babydoll and panties. I put them on. Oh my God, I started to tingle all over my body. This was so wonderful. Oh my God. I slowly caressed myself. My cock was all of a sudden rockhard again only slightly hidden underneath the very short babydoll which didn?t even completely hide the panties I was wearing. My hand sneaked down, rubbed lightly over my cock. I started moaning. This felt incredible. Her shouting woke me up out of my fantasy world. "One minute left. Your time is running out. Hurry up." How was I going to hide my hard cock from her? I had no time anymore. What could I do? My mind was racing while I slowly walked to the bedroom. "30 seconds left." I was at the entrance. I simply lifted lightly the hem of babydoll foward, then made a few steps inside of the studio and dropped a deep curtsy to her. I bowed my head looking at the floor. "Just in time." I heard her getting up. She circled around me. "Look at me." When I raised my head she started to take picture after picture. The shutter clicked at unbelievable speed. I was stunned. "Smile into the camera." I started a weak smile and she was satisfied. "That wasn?t so bad, wasn?t it. Now go downstairs and fix us a couple of drinks. What about two margaritas? Meanwhile I download your new pictures. By the way. I think I will set up a webpage for you. The title will be "From Gary to Greta". How do you like that? If you don?t do what I tell you I?ll launch the page for everybody to see. Now fix our margaritas Greta. Oh, before I forget it. I did see your raging hard on even so you tried to hide it cleverly by raising the hem of the babydoll in front of you. Not a bad attempt but you simply lifted it too high. You know we girls shouldn?t show our underwear. Imagine a man would have been here. What would he have thought of you? Hmm, that you are a slut? Never raise your babydoll again that high. Or are you a slut? Because then I am going to treat you like one." I blushed deeply and felt completely defeated. She had the upper hand before but now she really had me in a hammerlock. "No honey. You know I am not a slut. Please. I will be good. I will be good." "Now that sounds better. I think you should start calling me Mistress when we are on our own. Now go and get those margaritas Tiger." I lowered my head. Darn, calling me Tiger. How sarcastic is that? I dropped a curtsy and only slightly raising the hem of my babydoll. "Yes Mistress." "Oh wait a moment. Get up. I need to see something, or rather feel." She walked over to me and her hand grabbed my still rockhard cock. "You haven?t ever been so hard for such a long time. You must love what is happening to you. Don?t you sissy? Don?t you sissy greta?" Her hands caressed me lightly. A moan which escaped my lips was all what she needed to hear. She kept caressing me. "You are my sissy greta. aren?t you?" "Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhh." I almost doubled over. I spurted hard in my panties. My legs went rubbery. I could hardly stand anymore. "Yes." I cried out. "Yes. I am your sissy." I fell down to the floor, sobbing out loud. She stroked my hair. "There. there. It is ok sweetie. Your Mistress will take care of you. I will train you and you are going to be the best little companion a woman can have. Oh there are so many possibilities."