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My wife Rosy loves me but she can be soooo wicked. Even before we got
married she figured out that I love to be feminized. Smart gal. We
dated for several months but, once she put me into panties, made me
sashay around her bedroom, and then put me into the role of her sex
slave, I was hooked. Not that I didn't love her in other ways, but that
was the clincher. Anyway, we got married, with me wearing a mesh body
stocking under my rented tux. The reception was at a swanky hotel (Rosy
has a LOT of family money) and we had a room upstairs. When we got
there I found not only our expected luggage waiting, but a travel bag I
didn't recognize. Turned our my bride had packed it for me. I opened
it and was dazzled by what I found inside. Along with some really yummy
lingerie I found silky sleepwear and even a corset.
All of a sudden my new wife turned bossy. She ordered me to strip down.
When I had on only the body stocking she grinned and said I had to
assume some erotic poses to get her 'in the mood'. She tossed me a
lipstick that had been in the lid compartment of the bag and I applied
candy apple red to my mouth. Intoxicated by her authority and what she
was making me do, I felt swoony as I put my hands on my hips, stuck out
my tush, and pushed out my chest as if I had boobs. She smiled
approvingly and gave me a playful smack on the bum. I yelped and
squirmed. Rosy took me in her arms and gave me a loving kiss. I felt
safe and secure. She assisted me getting into that corset (black and
red) and tightened it just enough to make me feel like her captive.
Then she announced that it was time to consummate our vows. I actually
felt my cheeks blush.
"But first," she told me with a hint of devilment in her voice, "I have
something special for you." She produced a satiny handkerchief, edged
with lace, and an elastic band of a size that would fit snugly around
your wrist. She motioned me nearer and then worked my dick and balls
out through the mesh of my single garment. With nimble fingers she put
my genitals into the cloth and doubled the elastic before slipping it
over them so that it was close to my body. I saw at once what she
intended. I was effectively in chastity. Though I might be able to get
partly hard, I wasn't going to be able to gain an erection and
definitely not be able to have intercourse so long as I wore that clever
pouch. She put some eye make-up on me and let me peek in the mirror,
wanting me to see myself looking as girlish as I did to her. Everything
she had done, taken together, made me feel extra submissive.
Rosy stripped down to just garter belt and stockings. I was pleased to
see she had worn those because I knew she did it for me. I get turned
on by the way they make her look, as well as the fact that I'd like to
be wearing them myself. She lay back on the large bed, parted her
shapely legs, and gestured for me to assume the missionary position. I
happily got into place but wasn't sure what she intended. I mean, I had
assumed we would have traditional sex on our wedding night but it looked
like she might have other ideas. Once I was on my knees, hands on
either side of her head, my new wife chuckled and invited me to take
her. I pressed my confined penis against her warm crotch and received a
wild thrill. My dick got semi-stiff but couldn't break free. The
elastic was snug but not enough to impair circulation. She reached up
and toyed with my nipples, making me gasp from the jolt of stimulation
that delivered.
"Awww," Rosy said with mock concern. "What's the matter, Charlene?" My
name is Charles but that's her feminine version of it, used whenever we
play our games. I said breathily, "I've never felt anything like this.
I'm so close to you but... I can't do anything about it." "I know," she
agreed happily. "That's the idea. And since I didn't let you have your
once-a-week penetration this time around, it's been 14 days since you
got any relief. I wanted you extra needy so I could establish how this
marriage is going to work. Right, Charlene?" She knew how weak I got
when she took command in bed and I'm sure she was reassured that her
tricks were working when I could barely answer. I managed between deep
breaths, while she resumed playing with my chest, to tell her, "Whatever
you want, darling. Tell me what to do."
"Good girl. You're going to be my little fluff, as usual, but I want
you to be even more submissive. Lots or gratitude and plenty of praise
for me. Understood?" I said in a whispery voice, "Yes, Mistress.
Thank you for making me so pretty and letting me serve you. You are
beyond beautiful and all I want to do is worship your body." "Oh," she
assured me, "you'll be doing PLENTY of that, Charlene. You may start by
sliding down to my feet, kissing my legs as you go, removing my
stockings, and then slowly working your way back up, massaging all the
way. I'm sure you noticed how I danced with every good looking guy at
the reception, so I'm ready to have some unhurried stroking."
"Absolutely, my Queen," I said as I moved toward the foot of the bed, my
member still trying to escape. "I feel honored. Your skin is so soft
and smooth." "So is yours. That new hair remover really does the job."
I began on her small feet, glorying in being permitted to pamper her,
remembering her easy confidence when she had been on the dance floor
with those handsome men.
She kept me at it for quite a while. Then it was time for the
inevitable, a prolonged session of me pleasing her with my practiced
mouth. After my Goddess had been shaken by three orgasms, she invited
me to lie alongside her. Rosy's talented hands went to work, teasing my
trapped manhood (maybe not the best word to use in my case) and bringing
me to peak after peak of excitement without granting me relief. I was a
squirming mess of frustration when she finally stopped. My new wife got
up on one elbow and looked down at me. She nodded approvingly and
kissed me tenderly on both cheeks. I was overwhelmed at my good fortune
and my eyes began to tear up. She made soothing sounds and kissed me on
the forehead. Unable to resist, she blew into my ear and whispered
naughtily, "We're going to use that pouch every time we go to bed. You
do so much better when you haven't gotten any relief for a while. The
longer I keep you chaste, the more fun I have. I wonder what would
happen if I kept my Charlene horny for three weeks. Or a month. Or..."
I was in feminized, overstimulated heaven. Rosy turned away from me
onto her side and allowed me to kiss each of her pert buttocks several
times. She drifted off to what I hope were pleasant dreams about our
life together. I couldn't get sleepy for an hour, thinking about how
much she cared for me, how she catered to my fantasies, and how much I
had to look forward to. Since then the pouch has become a regular part
of our intimate play. My wife adores putting me in it and then making
me slip a pair of panties up my hairless legs. Those undergarments are
always a size too small, so they really press my pouched male parts
against my crotch, making it doubly impossible for them to gain freedom.
Usually those are accompanied by a baby doll nighty. She delights in
taking me to the edge of release over and over. And having me serve her
endlessly. But Rosy isn't cruel. Every weekend (or every other one, if
she's feeling impish) she frees my penis after she's had her fun. Then
she makes me assume the traditional lovemaking posture. But I'm only
allowed to touch the vestibule of her precious sex with my dick, to feel
its moist warmth and be reminded of who's in control.
I can maintain that minimal contact, moving a bit to elevate my
excitement, while she touches my nipples through the filmy material of
my sexy sleepwear and tells me that I'm sensitive there like a girl.
She talks about the wardrobe we've been building together for me, all
the gorgeous items filling my closet and dresser. My delight is
boundless as the two forms of love, physical and emotional, overfill me.
Rosy knows my limits and, though she keeps me on the brink as long as is
practical, when the time comes she grins as she pushes me past the
tipping point and I explode. My cream gets all over the precious target
that I am still not allowed to enter fully. After we both catch our
breath, I hurry to get a warm washcloth and clean her up. Once I put
that in the hamper she likes me to snuggle up against her with my cheek
pressed to her bosom. My wife holds me and assures me that she will
always love me. I tell her the same. At those times we slip into sleep
together. I can't fully express how fortunate I feel.
Nadene
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