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HOW TO MAKE A SISSY by Throne
Hi, my name is Shirl and I've been asked to tell how I turned my husband
Rob into my pansy Robin. The funny part is that I had never thought of
doing anything like that. We had been married for just over a year.
Physically we were a good match. Both kind of short and finely built.
I'm considered sexy in a cute way. He was attractive but not at all
macho, which kind of bothered me. His penis was on the small side of
average. On top of that, he was unimaginative in bed. And he lacked a
good attitude generally. Rob was always worrying about little things and
fussing at me to do this and that differently. By the time of our first
anniversary I was pretty peeved.
What happened? Well, we rented this movie about a ranch hand and a
waitress. The story was typical stuff like how they got together and then
broke up and finally realized they should be with each other. But I was
really taken with how assertive the cowboy guy was in the love scenes.
When we went to the bedroom I made a joke about Rob being more like that
and he got all sulky. That made me mad and I told him so. In fact, I
went kind of crazy, tearing him up one side and down the other. What
surprised me was that he broke down completely, cowering and acting really
afraid. I took advantage of that and told him that if he couldn't be the
boss in bed, I would take control. Then, not expecting it to work, I said
he should do something he had never wanted to, which was serving me with
his mouth.
He looked all sheepish and weak and said, "Yes, dear." I noticed I was
getting wet from bossing him around and having him give in to me. So I
made him get naked and then had him undress me from the waist down. It
was an added kick for me to be partly dressed while he was completely
bare-assed. He was on his knees, having just taken my slacks and panties
off me, and I snapped at him to stay there. Then, feeling especially
wicked, I took one of my lipsticks off the dresser and told him, "If
you're going to pleasure me the way a girl would, I want you to look more
like one." When he didn't protest, I bent forward, cupped his smooth chin
in my hand, and applied the make-up to his mouth. It turned out to be a
deep cherry red, called Black Cherry, and I was astounded by how different
it made him look.
Getting high on my excitement, I took the hand mirror off the dresser and
showed him his new face. He seemed to surrender even more. I set the
mirror aside and got back in front of him, making Rob kiss my mound
several times, which got me even more aroused. I had obviously touched
something inside him, some willingness or even need to be dominated, and I
was loving it. So I strutted around, snapping at him that he had better
keep behaving... or else. I couldn't actually think of anything to
threaten him with at that moment, but then I had a brainstorm. I looked
him straight in the eye and said, "What do you think I'll do to you if
you're bad?" Let HIM reveal what he was afraid I'd do. His lower lip
quivered prettily as he said in a soft voice, "Will you make me give you
orgasms... with my tongue... and then not let me get off?" That sounded
good to me so I put on a stern face and said, "That's exactly what I'll
do."
Then I sat on the foot of the bed and spread my legs, getting an extra
thrill from the lewd picture I knew I was making. With my feet still on
the floor I said, "Now crawl over here and let's see how good a job you
can do." He approached me, looking upset but also sporting a solid
erection. I pointed to my slit and snarled, "Get busy... girl." As he
pressed his lips against my femininity and kissed it firmly, then began
licking, I was in some kind of heaven. I put my hand on the back of his
head and pressed him even more snugly against my moist opening, feeling
his tongue enter it exploringly. I sighed loudly and said, remembering to
keep my tone commanding, "Don't you dare stop, Rob. Or should I say...
Robin?" Without halting, his voice somewhat distorted by having his
tongue out and moving, he responded, "Yes, Ma'am." I liked the sound of
that.
I laid back and kept my newly obedient spouse down there, in that
submissive posture, issuing instructions to him until he was lapping and
sucking expertly. I didn't allow him to speed up. Instead, I kept him in
position while I enjoyed two quaking climaxes. Then I had him continue
licking, very lightly, while I savored my new role. At last I permitted
him to stop. Without getting up, he mumbled something about needing to
rinse his mouth. I said testily, "What? You don't like the way I taste?"
Sounding unsure of himself he said, "I'm sorry. You taste... um... fine."
"Then why would you want to rinse? Isn't that stupid?" Even though I had
intimidated him into agreeing with me, he didn't object. Instead he
answered, still in a small voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be...
stupid. I won't rinse. Or brush." "That's better. At least you're
using a respectful tone. I want you to continue speaking to me like that,
to show you're not trying to give me a hard time." He said, "Yes, dear."
I told him, "All right. If you're going to be my good little Robin, I
suppose I should reward you. Do you want sex?" He gasped at my boldness
and then dared to say, "Yes, please. I would really like that. Thank
you." "Okay. Get up on the bed on your back." "On my... back?" "Are
you going to be difficult?" I wanted to know. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
"I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." "Apology accepted. Now are you going
to move or should we just forget it?" He rose quickly, hard cock bobbing,
and got onto the mattress, face up. I stretched out alongside him and
began rubbing his upper arm. Rob made no move to touch me. My hand moved
to his chest and roamed around, occasionally touching his nipples. Every
time I made contact with those sensitive areas he sighed and rolled his
shoulders. I was pleased that he didn't try to tell me what to do. Then
I got up on my knees and straddled his hips, wet my fingers, and gave his
nipples an extended teasing. At the same time, I sat my pussy down atop
his cock, pressing it back flat against his abdomen, and slowly rode it.
He squirmed and moaned. I said, "You're acting like a girl under me,
Robin. And you look like one with that colorful lipstick on. But if you
don't want me to stop, I have to finish making up your face. Do you want
me to stop, Robin?" He answered breathily, "N... no. Please don't stop,
Shirl. Please."
"Well," I explained reasonably as I slid off him, "I have to get out of
bed long enough to pick some more pretty cosmetics so I can finish your
new look." He whimpered; I'm not sure from what. I took my time
selecting which to use, at the same time pleased that I was making him
wait. Then I got back on top of him and went to work. I thickened his
lashes and applied eyeliner. Then came shadow on his upper lids. I used
blush on his cheeks, going a touch heavy on it to give him an extra girly
look. When I was satisfied I leaned down, brought my mouth close to his,
and gave him an air kiss without making contact. I stood once more to
neatly return the cosmetics to their places, again making him wait. This
time, when I got on top of him, I laid down full length, pressing him down
with my full weight. I told my husband, "You look so pretty like that,
Robin. I think you should wear that face every time we go to bed
together. Don't you agree?" He whispered, "Yes, darling." I said, "Good
answer," reached between us to position his penis as it had been before,
with my mound pressing down on it. I began to move sinuously, bringing
him back to his previous peak of excitement. He groaned.
"What's the matter, Robin? Don't you like this?" He answered in a
strained voice, thick with passion, "I like it, Shirl. Please don't stop.
I'm sorry I never... used my mouth... that way... before." Acting like I
didn't understand, I said, even mimicking his hesitations, "Never... used
your mouth... WHAT way, Robin?" I ground my hips against him, making it
impossible for for him to speak for a moment, and then he told me, "Never
licked you... your pussy... before. I'm sorry." I decided to take
advantage of his apologetic, desperate-to-please mood and said, "That's
okay, Robin. So long as you do it ALL the time now to make up for it.
Whenever I say. Without any backtalk." He whimpered, rather sweetly I
thought, and said, "Yes, dearest. Yes, yes, yes." I kissed him on the
forehead and suddenly rolled to the side, to lie alongside him again. He
sighed with frustration, his poor dick all at once being neglected. I
chuckled, wanting him to hear how heartless I was being, or at least
pretending to be.
Let me stop the action here for a minute. Sorry for the digression but I
want to explain what I was thinking -- and feeling. I understood that I
had tapped into some deep vein of desire or need or whatever in my
husband. There had been no indication of it before, or at least not that
I was aware of. But he obviously was in the spell of what I was doing to
him. And with him. It was working extremely well for me. Those orgasms
I had were more intense than any I'd ever felt. So I wanted this to go on
and on, and assumed he did too. I could see myself sculpting his wants,
reshaping him into whatever I pleased. At the same time, I wanted my
spouse to get what he craved. I still loved him, except that now there
was a new dimension to it, one that could bond us more fully and, to be
honest, give me the sexual satisfaction that had always been lacking. So
right then I determined to make this work for both of us. But I also saw
that I might have to be 'cruel to be kind', because he obviously wanted to
be controlled and, I certainly hoped, to go on being my willing pansy-boy.
I took a deep breath and made my next move, a very bold one. Here's what
I did.
"Robin," I said tenderly, taking his hand in mine. "Here's the way it's
going to be between us. From now on I'm going to call the shots in the
bedroom. And in every other room," I added with a smile. He had turned
his head toward me and tentatively smiled back. I put the tip on my index
finger on his brightly colored lips, trying not to laugh at how the
lipstick had become smeared from him going down on me. He looked like a
girl after a wild date. I pressed my finger to his lips and told him,
"I'll tell you what to do and you'll do it." He nodded wordlessly. I
took a breath and held it for a few seconds before I went on, "And I'm
going to keep you in make-up, like I said... and make you wear pretty
lingerie and whatever else I please. Right?" I had been fearing
rebellion at those words but he thrilled me by kissing the end of my
finger and saying in a subdued way, "Yes, Shirl. Whatever you say."
As you might imagine, I went a bit wild at that point. My hubby had to go
with me to several stores, where I found the cutest teddies, chemises, a
lovely babydoll peignoir, along with panties, panties, panties. There was
also clothing, though I limited it to things like belly shirts, shorty
shorts, knee socks and girly shoes, the latter with heels limited to two
inches, as I didn't want the poor dear to sprain his ankles while he
learned to walk in feminine footwear. He was in a constant state of
excitement. I had fun making him serve me while keeping him at a high
pitch of arousal but denying him gratification. He had to model
everything for me and I had endless fun coming up with poses for him to
strike and ways for him to walk and sit. He would serve me meals and then
cuddle against me on the sofa, in front of the TV, in all his beloved
girls wear. For two weeks we had a blast.
At last I decided that I should give him some relief in the swollen balls
department. It was amusing to make him wait... and wait... and wait...
but I didn't want to carry that too far. At least not at that stage. But
I also wanted to maintain my dominant position. So, what to do, what to
do? I noticed how, when I was teasing him, for instance with us standing
face-to-face and me fingering his receptive nipples, his hands would stray
toward his crotch. That was my inspiration. Wanting to gauge his
reaction, I decided on a little experiment. I went behind him and reached
around to continue toying with those sensitive points. He had on the
babydoll peignoir that I liked so much. His hair was combed forward in
front and over his ears on the sides, which gave him a kind of pixie look.
I had instructed him to make up his face with the usual cosmetics, enough
to create a pansyish appearance but not enough to allow him to pass as a
girl. I liked him that way.
So there I was behind him. I was fully dressed. My hands were busy
keeping him distractedly turned on. He couldn't see my face, which I felt
would make it easier for him to respond. That was when I whispered in his
ear, using my best 'naughty wife' voice, "I'll bet you'd really like to
cum. Hmmm? Empty out your balls?" He moaned in the affirmative. I
went on, "But you're not allowed to poke me. Are you?" He repeated that
sound but now it was in the negative. "So what are we going to do about
that? Just keep postponing your relief until who-knows-what happens? Or
maybe... just maybe... I should make you play with yourself. That might
be highly entertaining, for me to watch you stroke your little boy part
while wearing your girl undies. How do you think THAT would work?"
He squirmed under my insistent touching. I blew into his ear. At last
Rob confessed, "That would be... too humiliating." I licked his neck and
he gasped, then said breathily, "But I need relief... so badly. I can't
stop thinking about being with you in bed... but it's always about me...
serving you... while I'm dressed... this way." He took a deep breath and
said, "It's like you're rewriting my sexual personality. Making me
somebody else." I wanted to know, "Is that a bad thing?" He took the
longest pause so far before deciding, "No. It's not. In fact, it seems
so right. More than anything else ever did." "Which brings us back," I
pointed out, "to you being so horny and needing relief." I felt a pang of
compassion and said, "Listen, Robin. You can make the decision. No sex,
like I said. But I'll let you finish the way I suggested, with me
watching, or you can do it in private. Or you can tell me what else you
want."
I stepped away from him. It would be unfair for me to continue teasing
while he tried to decide. Secretly I was hoping he would go along with my
idea. It struck me as very sexy for me to have that much control over
him, and to be able to direct what he was doing while he masturbated. But
it was kind of a big step. I came around in front of him and smiled
encouragingly. So what was it going to be? Rob gave me a demure look
which, combined with the way I had him dressed and all, was just the
sweetest thing you could imagine. He said meekly, "It would be better if
you... forced me to... do what you said. I want you to be in charge. All
the time." Relieved, I switched to a firmer tone and more serious
expression, concluding, "So what you're saying, Robin, is that you're a
dirty girl who wants to put on a little show. A kinky exhibitionist.
Yes?" He fell right into my roleplaying and bowed his head, as if
ashamed, admitting, "I'm so wicked. I need to be told what to do. You
might take mercy on me and let me finish, or you might make me wait a long
time."
With a smirk I told him, "It could go either way. But just to show you
that I can be nice, I have something special for you to change into." His
eyes lit up and he said, "Something... special?" After all the wardrobe
building I had done recently, he was right to wonder what could be
special. I mean, my hubby had more pretties than I did. But I had bought
something just a few days before, not sure how I felt about it. At that
moment I had to ask myself if maybe I had unconsciously anticipated this
crossroads and which path we might follow. That was plausible because
that special something would work perfectly for the scene I was
envisioning. I told Rob to open the closet and find the bag that was on
the floor, in the back. He did, and knew better than to look inside
without permission. Instead, he hesitantly handed it to me. I reached
inside and pulled out a pair of cream-colored panties. At first he didn't
understand, at least not until I reached inside them and poked my finger
out through the opening in their crotch.
He was putting the pieces together in his head when all of a sudden he
blushed. I chuckled and said, "Do you understand now? Can you tell me
what I had in mind?" His cheeks were bright pink as he said, "You want
to... I mean, you're going to make me put those on... and put my...
dick... through that cut-out." "Correct. Smart girl. And once your
little dicky is sticking out, I might even let you wank." He was clearly
ashamed at the prospect, but also worked up. I had enticed him into a
tricky spot. But his need to be ruled, which was becoming ever more
evident, had made the decision for him. I had Rob get completely naked.
He stood there with his knees together, wringing his hands. I was in no
hurry to let him proceed. I even leaned close to give him an air kiss.
At last I relented and handed him the panties. He mumbled a quick thank
you, his voice soft. I watched him slip them up his hairless legs and
adjust them. He looked at me, as if asking permission. I couldn't keep
from smirking as I nodded. He snuck his fingers inside the front of the
filmy garment and pushed his penis out through the gap. Though he was
uneasy, it was halfway hard.
Next I had him go back to the closet and find a short chiffon robe I had
recently gotten him on-line. It was off white and had lace down the
front. There were buttons but I told him to ignore them. He stood there,
nibbling his lower lip, until I said, "All right, Robin. You may commence
stroking." I giggled and stepped very close, so I could rub my thigh
against his crotch. That got my husband the rest of the way hard. Then I
used my tongue to wet the ends of my forefingers and used them to rub his
nipples. He sighed and inched his hand toward his yearning member. His
fingers closed around it and he gave an experimental tug. I whispered,
"Go on, Robin. I'm telling you to do it. Keep that hand moving. Not too
fast. I want a good show." That was when I stepped back, crossed my
arms, and cocked my head to the side. That made him uncomfortable but I
wanted a certain amount of that. My spouse was definitely staying under
my thumb.
Rob was being pulled in one direction by lust and in the opposite
direction by reluctance. I could see which force was going to win and
discretely pulled a few tissues from a box on the end table. They were
the scented type. I don't normally buy those but, as I said before, this
scene may have been in the back of my mind, waiting to be made a reality.
I pushed the fragrant tissues into his free hand and he accepted them.
Then I said, as if I was talking to somebody who he couldn't see, "Ooooh,
who's that girl in the sexy lingerie? Look at her playing with her
clitty. At first I thought it was a cock, but it's much too small for
that." He kind of twitched when I made that last comment. As I mentioned
in the beginning, he's not exactly huge down there. Far from it. And
reminding him of that would be one more way to keep him where I wanted
him. So I threw in a, "If a guy's dick was that tiny, no girl would want
to have sex with him. Not even his own wife. He would just have to get
used to eating pussy all the time. And wearing flashy undies. Like that
girl is doing. The one who's playing with herself." I tittered and ended
with, "So pretty."
All of that pushed him over the edge. Rob shuddered and spurted cum into
the tissues. He got off three good shots and then was done. He was
seized by guilt and wadded up the tissues before using them to dab the end
of his wilting penis. Then he just stood there, shamefaced. I said,
"Okay, Robin. Your perverted antics have gotten me all heated up. Let's
move to the bedroom." On the way there I detoured us into the bathroom,
made him drop the messy tissues into the toilet and flush them away, which
struck me as a powerful symbolic gesture. Then it was into bed, where he
had to lap me through a pair of squealing climaxes. Afterwards I had him
snuggle against me, making sure he kept his head lower than mine, to
remind him of our relative power. Rob was content to lie there with his
head nestled against my breasts. I lightly stroked his hair.
Since that day I have assumed even more control over him. Of course I
keep him dressed. His fashion collection has gotten extensive enough that
I'm not rushing to purchase anymore tops or bottoms right now. We have,
however, gone out to find lots of accessories. He was a smidgen uneasy
about earrings, necklaces, bracelets and such. Maybe he saw them as
taking him past the point of no return. But then he eased into wearing
them and now he isn't happy unless we can pick the exactly right items to
compliment whatever he has on. I allow him to fiddle with his penis
(which I make sure to ALWAYS refer to as 'little', 'tiny', 'itty bitty' or
some similar term) but usually not to finish. Being allowed to shoot is
something he gets to do only about once every other week. I keep hinting
that I might cut him back even more. You should see the expression that
puts on his well made-up face.
I'm still fine tuning the balance between giving him what he wants and
pretending that I'm mean and might inflict some wicked punishments.
Occasionally I joke that I'll penalize him by making him wear boy clothes,
and that always gives him a scare. Anyway, I said I was going to tell you
how I turned my somewhat annoying and disappointing husband into my
dutiful and eager-to-please pansy. Rob into Robin. What I've described
is pretty much the whole process. He keeps getting better at using his
mouth on my pussy, especially when his enforced celibacy gets close to the
end of one of its full stretches. So if you want to try this program, be
my guest. But I will mention one more thing. I believe Rob wanted this
all along, and that his irritating behavior before I changed him was a way
of inviting my anger, of forcing me to tell him how to behave. Maybe he
didn't know he wanted all this, at least not consciously, but I honestly
believe the desire was there all the time, under the surface. I imagine
that I sensed it, and plenty more, on some subliminal level. Whatever.
It can be terrific fun to turn a guy into your sissy. Especially if you
both secretly want it to happen.
******
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK? WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE ROB/ROBIN? WOULD YOU WANT TO
MEET AN ACCOMMODATING WOMAN LIKE SHIRL? AND WHERE DO YOU THINK THEIR
MARRIAGE MIGHT GO AFTER WHAT WE'VE SEEN HERE? PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND
LET ME KNOW.
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