Weak Husband Part Two
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WEAK HUSBAND by Throne
Joey was not happy to be called into his boss's office. Although Mr.
Rock was just a few years older than him, the man had confidence to
spare and the power to ruin an employee. Joey sat nervously in the
anteroom, secretly eyeing the secretary, a stunning blond whose clothes
managed to be subtle and show off her body at the same time. Even
though he was married, and his wife was an attractive BBW who turned him
on endlessly, he couldn't stop himself from ogling other women. As Joey
sat there trying not to fidget, the secretary suddenly looked at him,
catching him with his gaze on her bust. His cheeks grew warm and he
knew he was blushing visibly. At that moment he just wanted to slink
away and hide. Instead, the intercom buzzed and he heard his boss say
he was ready to see him. As he rose, the woman at the desk gave him a
cool look. He wasn't sure but thought he detected a smirk playing
around the corners of her mouth.
As soon as he stepped into Mr. Rock's spacious, well appointed office,
Joey knew he was in trouble. The tall broad-shouldered man was
unsmiling, almost grim as he sat behind his wide desk. Joey sank into a
low chair opposite him, feeling like a schoolboy called before the
Principal. Mr. Rock said without preamble, "I've had a lot of
complaints about you from the female employees. It seems you've been
staring at them, following them around, and starting unwanted
conversations that have nothing to do with work. What do you have to
say for yourself?" Joey froze up inside. He couldn't deny any of it.
His wife Deena had been somewhat distant lately and they hadn't had sex
for two weeks. He was horny all the time and, without exactly meaning
to, had been paying too much attention to the females in the office. In
today's atmosphere, he knew, that could cost him his job and make it
impossible for him to find comparable work elsewhere.
He hung his head and admitted in a small voice, "I guess I have been
sort of... inappropriate lately."
"I see. Well, I'm glad you aren't giving me a lot of unbelievable
excuses. If you had, I'd be discharging you right now, especially
because I've witnesses plenty of your misbehavior myself. So here's
what we're going to do. There are certain sensitivity exercises that
can be used in cases like yours. I'm sure you'll be willing to practice
them and, over the months to come, we'll see how they work. I will need
you to sign these papers, saying that you agree to abide by my final
decision and, if I have to release you, not to take any legal action,
which would be fruitless anyway, and which would force me to
countersue." His large hand pushed the papers toward Joey, whose much
smaller hand accepted them, along with the pen that followed.
Feeling faint, as if he might swoon, Joey scanned the papers enough to
make it appear he was reading them. He felt like he had no choice and
signed in less than a minute, at the bottom of all three pages. Then he
carefully pushed them back across the desk. Mr. Rock didn't even glance
at them, just put them into a file folder and dropped it into a desk
drawer. He said, "You can get your instructions for the beginning
exercises from Ms. Cantby."
"Ms...?"
"My secretary," the powerful executive reminded him with thin patience.
Joey could only nod as he got awkwardly to his feet and almost tripped
himself on the thick pile carpet. Back in the waiting area, he stood
nervously in front of Ms. Cantby and waited for her to notice him. She
finished up what she was doing, in no hurry, and acknowledged his
presence after several minutes. He cleared his throat and asked meekly,
"You have... uh... some instructions for me?"
"Didn't Mr. Rock say I would?" she asked brusquely. Joey managed to
say, "I... oh... of course." The efficient looking woman took a pink
plastic bag from the corner of her desk and reached into it, producing a
tube of what appeared to be lip balm. She held it out and he took it
uncertainly. She told him, "Your first exercise is to apply that. To
your mouth. Now." He fumbled while opening the applicator. It was
actually lip gloss, almost clear but with a hint of pink in it. He said
unhappily, "But I can't..." Her unflinching glower told him that he
certainly COULD and had better, right away. Joey shakily applied it to
his lips, tasting how sweet it was. She told him to check himself in
the men's room mirror and make sure that he maintained that thick of a
coating the entire time he was at work. And to check back with her for
more instructions before he went home. He left her presence on shaky
legs and went straight to the restroom.
"Oh noooo," he blurted miserably when he saw how much it appeared like
he was wearing lipstick. They couldn't expect him to look like that.
But they did. Joey felt SO conspicuous. He started back to his desk
and several of the women noticed the change in him. A few sneered,
presumably glad to have reversed who was staring at who. He got in
front of his computer and saw an e-mail from Ms. Cantby. When he opened
it, the message said that he was to see her again after lunch. For the
next several hours he tried to concentrate on his work. Bob from
Accounting stopped by and, when he saw Joey's mouth, couldn't keep a
smile off his face. The self-conscious man gave a brief explanation and
was surprised by his co-worker's response. "Yeah," said Bob, "everybody
got an e-mail about that. You really screwed yourself, pal. Be extra
careful if you don't want to wind up unemployed -- or worse." He paused
before adding, "And I'm going to have to stop going to lunch with you.
I don't want to get hit with collateral damage."
Joey was shaken by all that. At lunchtime he just got something from
one of the vending machines and ate it at his desk. Afterwards he
remembered to refresh his lip balm. Near the end of the workday he
returned to Ms. Cantby to find out what other instructions she had for
him. Again she made him wait. At last she reached into the pink bag
again and took out -- a pair of tweezers. She stood and he watched her
tug down the hem of her short dress. Once more she caught him looking.
He cringed as she told him, "That's the kind of gawking that got you
into trouble in the first place. I can see you don't respond well to
being given a second chance. Naturally, I'll have to inform Mr. Rock
about what just happened."
"P... please." He could hear the begging tone in his voice. "D...
don't tell him. D..." He stopped talking. It wasn't his place to tell
her what to do. He concluded in a near whisper, "I'm sorry."
She came around the desk and snapped, "Sit down. Sit on your hands."
He hesitated at the strange order but only for a few seconds, then went
to a chair and did as he was told. She leaned close to him with the
tweezers in her slender fingers. Ms. Cantby said, "I'm going to shape
and thin out your eyebrows." She gave him a half minute to object and,
when he didn't, got busy plucking out the hairs at the outside end of
each eyebrow, along with some across the tops. When she was done she
stepped away, evaluated her work and, satisfied, returned the tweezers
to the bag. Joey was too afraid to even move his hands. She took a
compact from her purse and opened it so he could see himself in the
small mirror. His eyebrows had been altered and suddenly looked
feminine, as if he was trying to appear unmanly. Combined with the lip
gloss, this made him look... sissyish. He shuddered at the thought of
being seen that way.
Ms. Cantby dismissed him. He was glad it was Thursday so he could soon
have the weekend to digest everything that had happened. And then it
struck him that when he got home Deena would see the change. He could
clean his lips but do could do nothing about this. Disconsolately he
went to the parking garage, got into his car, and began the drive. When
he got home, sure enough, his wife spotted those changed eyebrows at
once. She stood there frowning at him and finally asked, "All right,
what's with the plucked brows? It's not too extreme but nobody's going
to miss it." He shifted uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to
explain it. The last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression on
his wife. She was so sexy, with her BBW figure and long auburn hair.
At last he sighed and started telling her everything that had happened.
She made him go into details about the lip gloss. When he was done he
felt about one inch tall. She shook her head disapprovingly.
Then Deena surprised him by saying, "Mr. Rock was the man I met at that
pool party, wasn't he? The tall guy with the tight swimsuit?"
"I... yes. I suppose."
"Well," she said thoughtfully, "it sounds like you got yourself into one
sticky mess, so I'd better stop by the office tomorrow and talk to him
myself."
"B... but, you don't have to..." His wife cut him off with a sharp
look. He nodded and said, "Yes, dear." Normally he would have tried to
give her his input but now, at risk of losing his job, shamed by having
his ogling of all those women being the cause, he didn't speak another
word. Deena went on, "And you know, drooling all over those females the
way you've been, that's one step away from cheating on me. So don't
expect to get lucky in the bedroom now, or for a long time to come."
His heart sank but, again, he didn't have the nerve to object. She went
on, "And you can put on more lipstick. It's not as if you're going to
be kissing me, either." He took the tube from his pocket and obeyed
while she watched critically, not daring to correct her for calling it
'lipstick'.
The following afternoon, when Joey had eaten another vending machine
lunch at his desk and surreptitiously applied a fresh coat of lip gloss,
Deena appeared in the office. She had on a nice grey skirt-suit, taupe
stockings, and black shoes with two inch block heels. Her hair was
pulled back and arranged in a severe bun. She stopped at his desk and
told him that she wasn't happy she had to be there. The other employees
could tell she was talking down to him. Then she said, "All right,
let's go. I want you in there with me in case any questions come up."
He followed reluctantly, watching her hips sway, painfully aware that he
wouldn't be touching her desirable bottom anytime soon. They reached
the waiting area and Ms. Cantby gave Deena a reserved smile. Joey's
bride told him to sit down. She went to the desk and had a soft-voiced
conversation with the secretary. After a few minutes they shared a
laugh about something he couldn't hear.
Soon it was time to see Mr. Rock. Joey's stomach was turning over and
over. The executive came to his door and offered Deena his hand and
then held on to hers a bit longer than necessary. Joey followed them
wordlessly. He and his wife sat on a couch, not too close to each
other. Mr. Rock leaned back against his desk and smiled at Deena, who
smiled right back at him. "So," Mr. Rock said, "you're Joey's lovely
wife. I remember you from..."
"The pool party," she supplied. "Right," he said. "That was a
wonderful afternoon. But I'm afraid right now we have something less
pleasant to discuss. I'm pleased that you took your husband's... bad
habits seriously enough to stop by." She thanked Mr. Rock for not
firing Joey outright. He asked her to please call him Ken and went on
to describe the program Ms. Cantby had selected for Joey, explaining,
"The basic idea is to let him feel what it's like to be stared at, while
also -- shall we say -- demasculinizing him." She pulled back her
shoulders, pushing out her full bust, and asked seriously, "Is there
anything I can do to help him succeed?"
"If you'd be willing, you could continue what we've started at home.
You might even want to... expand on our first steps." This time she
grinned broadly and said, "I'd like that. I mean, making sure he
doesn't fail. I wouldn't want you to have to take more extreme steps."
They spoke a bit more, with Joey feeling like a loser. Then Mr. Rock
said, "And if you'd like to let me know how you're doing, you may call
at any time. Or stop in and speak with Ms. Cantby. Or myself. If you
don't want to have to come into the office -- I'm sure this is all
rather painful for you and understand if you don't want his co-workers
to see you here -- we could meet some afternoon and get a cup of
coffee."
"Yes," she said immediately. "I think that would be the best way to do
it. After this weekend maybe we can get together for a half hour or
so." "That would be fine," he assured her. Mr. Rock switched his
attention to Joey and told him, "You can get back to work now. Stop on
your way out and tell Ms. Cantby about this conversation. Include
everything." Joey left and had an uncomfortable time of it speaking
with the secretary. At the end she checked his lip gloss and made him
add another coat, then examined his eyebrows and removed some more
hairs, elevating his stress level and making his appearance still odder.
About twenty minutes later his wife emerged from Mr. Rock's office and
stopped at his desk. She told him that she hoped her being sociable
with Ken would increase Joey's chances of remaining employed. He
couldn't disagree with her strategy, even though it bothered him to have
her developing any sort of a relationship with such a charming and good
looking man. Deena also mentioned that Ms. Cantby -- Denise -- had
given her something else from that pink bag to help with his 're-
education'. She left and Joey struggled through Friday afternoon with
everyone sneaking glimpses at him and, he thought, being amused. At
last it was time to go home. He got to the parking garage but the
attendant told him that his wife had taken the car. "She said a
girlfriend gave her a ride in. Said you wouldn't mind taking the bus."
He eyed Joey's lips and eyebrows before adding, "Or getting a buddy to
take you home." Joey wasn't sure if there was supposed to be some
hidden meaning in that so he tried to ignore it. As he turned away, the
young guy said, "Your wife didn't have any money for a tip but she said
you'd give me something." Shame-faced, he pulled out his wallet and
took two singles. The attendant didn't move to accept them so he put
them back and removed a five, which the guy was happy to grab. The
younger man said, "You're wife sure is pleasant. Hot, too." This time,
as Joey walked off, the young man said, "Have a nice weekend... Sir."
The bus was crowded and Joey missed his transfer to another one. He had
to walk back to where he should have switched and wait. People kept
noticing his appearance. Finally he boarded a second bus, got close to
home, and had to walk the final blocks. When he got to the house he
was unsettled and jumpy. As soon as he entered, his wife said, "Don't
change. We're heading out to the mall."
"But I d... don't want anyone to s... see me like this," he whined,
aware of how petulant he sounded, and bothered by the stutter that
showed up every time he was disturbed. She glowered at him and said,
"Look, I'm doing everything I can to help YOU keep YOUR job. I'm not
having any problems at my work. So if you want to deal with your boss
by yourself, just say so. But I don't think it would go very well for
you." He sagged and responded in a small voice, "I'm sorry. I'll go
with you. Thank you, Deena."
"You're welcome." She didn't sound sincere. "And I want you to speak
to me all the time in that voice you just used. Quiet and never uppity.
Right?" He wanted to defend himself but that seemed hopeless. So he
said, still speaking softly and sounding apologetic, "Yes, Deena. I'll
keep my voice down... all the time."
At the mall she surprised him by going directly to the popular women's
store, the big one that sold a variety of clothes but was best known for
lingerie. Deena went straight to a cute salesgirl and said she needed
to buy some panties. When the young lady asked what size, Deena looked
right at Joey's hips and gave an estimate. The girl giggled and pointed
out several pairs. Deena said they were nice but that she preferred
something sexier. The girl selected others, ones with lace panels or
small embroidered hearts. Deena took a pair and boldly held them up in
front of her husband, right below his waist. He stood there with his
pink lips and girly eyebrows, blushing furiously, until his wife said
she would take all the later choices. At the checkout she made Joey use
his credit card and, at the last minute, she added a choker with images
of butterflies all around it. They left and she led Joey, who carried
the flowered shopping bag, to the food court. He drew stares the entire
way. Deena selected a place that specialized in salads and told Joey
what to get her... and what to order for himself. This time he didn't
even think of questioning her. His will was being subverted in stages.
She had a generous salad with chicken and hardboiled egg in it. He was
allowed mixed greens with bean sprouts. As they sat there eating, more
people noticed his odd appearance. Afterwards she stopped at a beauty
supply shop and picked several items. He paid, without being allowed to
see what she had gotten, and carried that bag as well.
At home she relaxed and had him pour her a glass of white wine. Then
she said he should strip naked and come back. This time he almost
objected. Almost. Instead he did as he was told and returned without
anything on. She reached into the first bag and produced a pair of
panties, strawberry colored with white hearts on each hip. He had to
put them on and stand there while she eyed him up and down. Deena said,
"Take them off." She went into the second bag and produced a large tube
of something. "It's depilatory," she explained. "You'd look pretty
silly wearing panties with hair on your legs. I know, you don't have
much, but from now on what I say is what you'll do. Right?" He opened
his mouth but then thought better of it and, remembering to use his new
voice, told her, "Of course, Deena."
"Good," she said. "Now smear that stuff all over your body, anywhere
you have hair, and let it work for fifteen minutes before you shower it
off." Without thinking he said, "Do I have to use it on my... I mean,
between my legs?" She sighed loudly and said, "Duh, you certainly do.
Now get busy." With her watching he covered most of his body with the
hair remover. Then he stood there while she glanced through a fashion
magazine and sipped her wine, looking very self-satisfied. Joey knew he
was stuck on the program because he had acted the wrong way around women
in the office, and that the consequences could be catastrophic if he
failed, and that his wife would report to Mr. Rock, but... but... He
couldn't see any way to escape the trap he had gotten himself into.
After he showered, Joey was alarmed to see how pink and smooth he was.
When he dried off and went back to Deena, she chuckled at his obvious
discomfort. Then she had him don the panties once more. Because they
were opaque and his genitals weren't especially big to begin with, his
male parts were well hidden. She marched him into their bedroom and
opened the closet so he could see himself in the full length mirror that
hung there. Joey gasped. Still not raising his voice he said in
desperation, "Deena, I look like a... a sissy." She nodded approvingly
and agreed, "That's exactly how you're supposed to look. Denise Cantby
said it would be the best thing for you to get away from your macho side
and experience being the, shall we say, submissive partner in our
relationship. I'll bet you aren't thinking about being with other women
right now. Are you?" The way she worded that it seemed unfair, but it
was true nevertheless. He said meekly, "No, dear. I'm only thinking
about you."
"Fine. Now let's go to the bedroom and I'll reward you for
cooperating." He was thrilled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, if it
meant she would stop withholding sex. The problem was, when they got
there, she merely removed her slacks and panties, laid back, pointed to
her crotch, and commanded, "Get your face down there and use your mouth
on me. You've never done that before so I'll cut you some slack if you
need time to learn to do it right. But I need some release and, since I
had to ban you from penetrating me, this is what we'll have to do -- for
as long as I deem it necessary."
He was in mild shock but again complied. It felt strange to start
licking her that way. She instructed him to pay attention to her
clitoris and not to hurry. He wanted it to be over but she made it last
a long time, being shaken by a trio of climaxes. Joey was unsettled by
the fact that he got aroused. And it felt awfully odd to have an
erection inside those snug panties. When it was finally over she told
him not to wash his face or rinse his mouth. "Might as well get you
used to the taste of my pussy, lover boy. Or should I say lover GIRL?"
She chortled. "That was kind of like having a lesbian love slave.
You're my male lezzy. Or whatever. But I guess I can't call you Joey
around the house. How about...?" She thought for a few moments. "How
about Jolene? Yeah, I like that. Is it all right with you, Jolene?"
He fought back tears, sniffled, and answered, "Whatever you say, Deena."
She smiled and told him, "That's my good little sissy. Now you can run
a bath for me. Make sure there are plenty of towels and a fresh
washcloth. And put another splash of wine into my glass. I really like
the changes that I'm starting to see in you, Jolene. Just imagine how
much progress we'll make in the next week. Or month. Or whatever."
Joey remained in his new role at work and at home. Mr. Rock and Ms.
Cantby constantly checked up on him. All too soon it was time for Deena
to meet Joey's boss -- Ken -- for lunch. Joey had been consoling
himself that she didn't want to appear at his workplace, but apparently
she had gotten over that, because his wife showed up, went into Mr.
Rock's office, and emerged with him, the two of them chatting and
laughing. Joey, sitting there with his glossy lips and shaped eyebrows,
could only cringe as they swept past him on their way out. The other
guys stared at him with disbelief and a sudden loss of any respect they
had still had for him. Mr. Rock didn't reappear for several hours and,
when he did he was extremely cheerful. Joey's discomfort grew as he
spent the next few hours wondering why they had been so long. At the
end of the day Mr. Rock came to Joey's desk to tell him that he might be
required to work some extra hours soon. "Yes, Sir," Joey responded in
his wispy voice. Without having to, he added, "Thank you, Sir." His
boss have him a single nod and strode away. Joey mentally berated
himself for not objecting, yet he still had the possibility of being
fired hanging over his head. And looking the way he did, knowing that
he was wearing panties under this trousers, drained away any remnants of
self-respect he might have had. Plus, he lacked all of his boss's manly
attributes. Maybe he could discuss it with his wife when he got home.
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