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An Evening at the Opera with Her Nancy
With his wrists attached to a lacing bar Jaycen watched Basilia, his
lover and demanding husband, walk over to the wall and pull on the rope
attached to the pulley above Jaycen. Gradually the bar rose upwards
pulling his wrists with it until his arms were vertical, but still it
continued to rise until he was standing on tiptoe. Only then did
Basilia tie the rope to a stanchion mounted on the wall. He turned his
head and watched as best he could as Basilia walked towards his rear,
then being unable to turn far enough he faced forward and awaited what
came next. He trembled with excitement, knowing that Basilia was excited
by his carefully styled hair and polished nails. Anticipation of
attending the opera in evening dress with another couple and the late
dinner and later love-making aroused them both.
Jaycen felt Basilia starting to pull on the top laces of the corset and
over the next few minutes she tightened them until the waist was
reached, then tying them off, she restarted at the bottom of Jaycen's
corset. This continued, top to waist, bottom to waist until Jaysen was
gasping for air and his breasts were rising and falling in a manner that
Basilia obviously found to be pleasing. Next Basilia grasped the laces
at the waist and started to pull, and pull with all her might and
Jaycen's waist diminished slowly and inexorably. Jaycen groaned but
still murmured, "Tighter, darling, I want it tighter. I can manage."
Enjoying her sissy's willingness to do this for her, Basilia heaved at
the laces until Jaycen paled, looking like he might faint. Tying off the
laces, Basilia gently lowered the bar until her lover's feet were firmly
on the floor. She detached Jaycen's wrists from the bar. Putting her
arms beneath her slim lover, she lifted him up and as gently as she was
able, she carried Jaycen across to the bed and laid him upon it.
Basilia smiled at him; after giving Jaycen a tender kiss on the lips,
Basilia went to the bottom of the bed where she knelt and then grasped
her sissy's left foot. Without looking away from Jaycen's face, she
started to kiss Jaycen's foot, admiring the pretty polish on his
toenails. After a few minutes, Basilia transferred her attentions to
the right foot which received the same treatment. Gradually she worked
her way up Jaycen's legs, all the way kissing and licking her lover's
soft flesh and in some places she dwelt a little longer than others.
Jaycen regularly underwent full body waxing so his skin was smooth, his
legs shapely from plenty of regular exercise.
Jaycen sighed with contentment. Deep within him a fire was ignited, a
fire that rose ever higher as Basilia traveled up his legs. By the time
Basilia reached the top of his thighs, the fire was consuming Jaycen and
he was thrashing around on the bed. His head moving rapidly backwards
and forwards on the pillow, he repeated the word "Please" over and over
again. He knew what was coming and he desperately wanted it.
"Not yet, my darling," Basilia answered. "Be a good girl. We go slowly,
my dear. Just lay back and enjoy for a few more moments yet. I want my
girl really ready so you will not receive all the pleasure until you
are sufficiently warmed up and as prepared as a good little wife needs
to be." She turned her attention to his face. Even without his makeup on
he looked darling, his eyebrows artfully arched, his cupid lips always
ready for kissing. First she licked and nibbled his ears which made him
sweetly squirm a little. Next she proceeded to a deep, passionate kiss,
her tongue practically massaging his tonsils. After repeating the kiss,
she turned her attention to his shapely breasts with excited nipples
standing straight out. Taking his extremely sensitive right nipple in
her mouth, she nibbled it while rolling the left one between her thumb
and forefinger. As she anticipated this had Jaycen wildly excited,
feeling needy and ready for total surrender, ready to be taken.
"Turn over, darling," Basilia ordered. "Put your pretty face in the
pillow. I think, my dear, that I need to use the Really Big Boy on that
cute derriere of yours. Obviously you require a maximum session today.
Don't you agree?"
"Yes, darling, I'm sure your right. My husband knows best what her
little wife needs," Jaycen answered.
As she adjusted her strap-on and inserted the largest of her dildos into
place, she marveled at far Jaycen had come in the five years since she
first met him. Basilia knew the moment she saw him in the regional
library that Jason as he then called himself had the makings of a
perfect sissy wife. The cute librarian was good-looking, slim, almost 6
inches shorter than her, very smart and quite girlish. Oh, the first two
years required some effort. Like some sissies, he resisted the
development of his true nature. Sometimes there had to be punishments
and he shed tears and had crying fits. He struggled against things at
first. Like having his ears pieced, getting his hair done in the beauty
shop, wearing hosiery all the time. She disciplined him as needed and he
slowly came around to right thinking. Even in the third year when she
told him she wanted him to have breast surgery her little Jaycen was
somewhat rebellious. But afterwards, when he had healed and become used
to wearing a larger bra over his real and very beautiful breasts and she
went done on her knees to propose, sliding the shining engagement ring
on his finger, he cried happy tears and said yes. He was a gorgeous
bride, drawing admiring looks as he walked down the aisle in a designer
gown, his pretty face blushing under his wispy veil. He willingly gave
his promise to love, honor and obey her. After the wedding it was so
much easier. When she started him with tight-lace corseting he did not
make a peep of objection. Likewise when she required him to start
wearing a sanitary napkin for three or four days each month, he
obediently complied, even going to the drug store to buy his own. Of
course by this point to the outside world he looked like a pretty woman.
At the law firm where she was making her way to the elevated status of
partner, she and Jaycen were accepted as a lesbian couple.
With experienced fingers Basilia generously applied lubricant in and
around Jaycen's rear opening. Once she had her dildo well-greased she
pressed slowly and firmly into the opening between the shapely half-
moons of his bottom. Jason felt the hard head of Basilia's dildo as she
irresistibly pressed into him. He had been doing this particular
submissive duty for most of the last five years, gradually overcoming
his initial reluctance, but he still found the initial entry,
particularly when she used the biggest one, a bit painful and he yipped
softly.
"Relax, darling," she commanded. "Deep breath. That's it. Good girl.
That's my sweet little wife. Good girl."
"The Really Big Boy is just so large, darling. It's takes me a bit to
become used to that one," he gasped out softly. "I'm not quite used to
that really large one. It feels so gigantic."
"That's all right, darling. I know you love it so we'll just take our
time."
In and out. In and out. Basilia's slow thrusts felt more delicious with
each push into him. His initial discomfort quickly faded into
increasing waves of pleasure and he began pressing back against each of
her thrusts, more and more eager take as much as he could. That first
time he had been a virgin and he tried to resist the pain he knew was
coming. However, Basilia was taller and stronger, on top of him, riding
him, controlling him, stuffing a stocking in his mouth to stop his
screeching until his tears turned into mews of pleasure. As he realized
that he was actually being fucked and loving the sensation very much, he
knew he could endure some pain to reach such pleasure. Now he loved
being taken like this. He understood this was proper to his status as
her submissive spouse. He knew as well that Basilia would never injure
him. She wanted only their mutual pleasure. She was a wonderful husband.
Basilia opened Jaycen's legs a bit wider, and at just the right moment,
Basilia started a series of rapid movements, thrusting deeply. Just as
Jaycen thought his stretched bottom could take no more, the waves of
pleasure spread down to his toes and up to his hair and with a last
"aaaahhhhhhh," his back arched as much as the tight corset would allow
and his whole body went into spasms. Several minutes passed before
Jaycen's heart rate and breathing calmed. Between the effect of the
other head of the dildo within her and the excited pleasure of giving
Jaycen such a royal fucking, Basilia also shook with a deep, rich
orgasm.
Well-rested, Basilia got off the bed, removed her strap-on and decided
her wife needed more. From the dresser she took a little silken bag,
pink in color, decorated with lace and white stitching which said My
Husband's Property. She fastened it around Jaycen's love tool and
pulled it shut with its ribbon drawstring. Jaycen immediately grew
erect. "My pretty little heifer needs a milking, doesn't she? Let's have
an award winning production of cream, shall we?"
She started to stimulate Jaycen by nuzzling his ears, kissing and
licking his face, then his neck. Moving downwards, Basilia reached his
breasts and moving in a figure eight, Basilia worked inwards towards the
two aureoles of Jaycen's plump breasts. The surgeon had done a marvelous
job. As Jaycen mounted again towards orgasm, Basilia sensed his state of
arousal and slowed down. Before long Jaycen was begging for release as
Basilia kept him just below the peak, making sure that he was totally
needy. When he reached the point of promising Basilia everything if only
Basilia would let him come, Basilia used her skilled hands to massage
Jaycen's implement. The feel of the smooth silk and Basilia's fingers
quickly made him explode. She kept working until she felt certain Jaycen
had not a drop more to give. "Did my darling give her husband all of her
precious milk? You wouldn't hold back from your husband, would you
darling? Good girl. You know that now we go from milk to honey. Ready,
darling?"
There were times she would keep him on the bed, insert a vibrator in
his pretty derriere and milk him again, telling him he was a naughty
little heifer to not yield all. But she watched the time today, well
aware that they yet needed to dress and make it to the theater. Tomorrow
she would milk him two or three times in a row. "Are you ready darling
to revere your husband?"
"Yes, dear, of course. If I may ask you, please you won't muss my hairdo
while I serve you, while you, please?"
"Of course, darling. I know you spent the morning with Kaley at the
salon. I would not undo her work and I want you to look nice tonight.
You are going to be on display. I want you to be admired. And you have
taken good care since you came home so I'll be careful of your do, my
little confection." He had been wearing a hairnet and hairdo protector
cap since he had his hair done. "Before you take your worshipful
position, keep your little milking bag on and put some stockings on."
"To please you, darling, absolutely. Would you like me to put some
lipstick on as well?"
"Yes, darling. Good idea." Basilia sat on the edge of the bed watching
Jaycen make ready. "What did you have done at the salon this morning?"
"I had my underarms waxed. There was enough fuzz to bother me. My brows
shaped. A manicure and pedicure. A facial. Kaley did my hair."
Basilia reflected on how far Jaycen had come. Initially he complained
repeatedly about having to go to the Renaissance Salon, an upscale
establishment owned and operated by Kaley Norton, an old friend of
Basilia and now one of her legal clients. The elegant salon and day spa
sat only a few city blocks from Basilia's house. Kaley, an award winning
hairdresser, could swing either way and had alternated between men and
women in her six love affairs. From the first time she met Jaycen she
was in awe.
"My god, Basilia! That beauty is really a guy? I'm going to wet my
panties every time I do his hair. He's simply gorgeous! You've done
well, honey."
"Better make sure you have a large supply of panties, Kaley. I will be
sending him here regularly. For the works. He's a show horse and I want
him always properly groomed. For the foreseeable future, you and your
staff will provide a key part of his training as I make him my perfect
sissy wife. Here you must teach him the discipline of being beautiful."
"You got it, my friend. It will be my pleasure."
Basilia had smiled at her friend. "You and your people shall have carte
blanche to do whatever you deem necessary, although there will be times
when I want his hair styled in a certain way and a particular polish on
his nails. At all other times, you and the staff do as you see fit. The
more time he spends here, the better."
However unwilling he was at first, Jaycen learned that his sessions in
the salon pleased Basilia and more and more he wanted to please her. For
months, year after year, he underwent beauty and slenderizing treatments
of more types than he ever imagined existed, on a weekly basis,
sometimes with two or three appointments in a week. By the time Kaley
was grooming him for his walk down the aisle in a bridal gown, Jaycen
loved having his hair done. He knew all of the salon staff on a first
name basis and was always eager to try any new treatment or fashion.
At the moment Basilia admired Jaycen's nicely-contoured legs in his
sheer black stockings and noted how expertly he applied his lipstick. He
turned from the mirror, smiled at her, walked daintily to the side of
the bed and knelt between her legs.
"Oh, wife of mine, you are so beautiful. Now, my sweet thing, please me
as only you know how," Basilia told him.
As always, wanting to please her, Jaycen began nuzzling toward her
womanly grotto and placing his lips on just the right spot. He could
smell the fragrance of her sex. Basilia ordered, "That's my good girl.
Suck me, darling!"
When her soft, warm, moist flesh made contact with his mouth, he closed
his eyes and instinctively probed between the soft folds of her tender
flesh with his tongue, tasting her uniqueness, her strong desire, and
she purred in response. A few flicks with his tongue made Basilia arch
her back. His tongue slipped inside of her and flicked back and forth
before he began sucking gently. Hungrily he lapped, and sucked as he
had learned to do the last few years. Faster and harder he licked her as
though he could not get enough. His tongue and lips kept working until
he felt her legs tighten dramatically around his head and her whole body
stiffened. Her sweet honey was flowing and Jaycen sucked and licked and
swallowed all he could manage, delighted to have the taste of her inside
himself. He heard her cry out, felt her body vibrate and he kept his
tongue working until he gave her a second orgasm fairly close upon her
first. Excited by how aroused he had made Basilia, Jaycen simultaneously
had another orgasm, coming with a muffled shriek of "Yyyeeeeesssssss!"
Once she caught her breath, Basilia lifted Jaycen off his knees. "Such a
good wife you are, my darling. Thank you. Now we had better start
dressing for the theater." She indeed felt fortunate to have Jaycen. The
first time she had put him between her legs he about panicked, saying he
had never serviced a woman in that fashion and did not know what to do.
She guided and directed him and once he started he performed with a
vigor which amazed her. Few novices possessed such skill.
Minutes later Jaycen emerged from the bathroom in just his corset and
stockings, having cleaned and freshened himself. Basilia put him back on
the lacing bar and retightened his corset which he accepted without so
much as a whimper. He looked stunning with the corset giving him a
classic wasp-waist. When his hands were freed, Basilia ordered, "Bend
over and grab your ankles, darling."
Knowing what she was about to do, he asked modestly, "Is that necessary,
my husband?"
Basilia lubricated his bottom, spread his bottom cheeks and inserted a
small butt plug. "Yes, my wife, it is necessary. Remember, who knows
best?"
"My husband knows best."
"That's right darling. And who owns your body, inside and out?"
"My husband owns my body, inside and out."
"Who taught you to think and act like a good submissive wife?"
"My husband taught me to think and act like a good submissive wife."
"And what is your mantra as a good submissive wife?"
"Where she leads, I will follow, without doubt, without hesitation."
"Correct again, my beautiful hausfrau. Just a little reminder of your
status and also to keep you a little excited for sporting events after
the opera and dinner. Tomorrow is a Saturday on which I do not have to
go to the office so I do believe I shall fuck your pretty brains out
until the dawn's early light."
"Well, my husband knows what I need," Jaycen said with a naughty giggle.
As he put on a pair of black colored satin panties he noticed that
Basilia took a large butt plug out of the toy drawer and put it in her
handbag. Looking at his face, she answered his unasked question.
"After dinner and before we drive home, I'm going to put you over my
knees, lift your skirt and replace that little plug with the nice big
one. That will have you squirming a bit on the drive home, wondering
what all I shall do with you. Finish dressing, my darling."
Jaycen smiled at her. "I can hardly wait, darling."
After slithering into his form-fitting silver evening gown and putting
on a pair of silver stiletto pumps with 4" heels, Jaycen carefully
applied his makeup, doing the kind of elegant evening look which made
Basilia excited. With great care he removed the hairdo protector cap
and hairnet. His hairdo still looked beauty shop fresh. He placed long
silver earrings in his ears and applied on key places the perfume which
his husband loved for him to wear. He turned from the mirror and saw
Basilia watching him, her eyes filled with lust. "Do I please you, my
husband?"
"Yes, darling, you please me in every way."
Basilia opened the car door for Jaycen and helped him in. As they had
come out of the house she could not help but notice the sexy wiggle in
his derriere, accented by the tight skirt of his dress. Especially when
he wore a tight skirt and high heels he gladly clung to her arm for
support. Basilia walked around to the driver's side and slid behind the
steering wheel. She eased the car into traffic and headed downtown,
looking forward to a wonderful evening with her old college friend
Camilla and Camilla's sissy wife, Sammie.
Sammie was also quite beautiful but had been much harder to train than
Jaycen. Camilla had to put him through a long and intensive training,
even to the point of sending him to a sissy training school across the
country for a six weeks stay. Compared to Sammie, Jaycen had been easy
and certainly much less expensive to shape into a proper and obedient
sissy wife.
Jaycen had become an excellent cook, skilled baker, a meticulous
housekeeper, wonderful laundress, in fact, in all ways perfectly
domestic. In his time at the Renaissance Salon, he had become very
figure conscious and extremely careful of his personal appearance. When
Basilia arrived home from work, Jaycen always greeted her wearing a
pretty dress, nice shoes, his hair and makeup flawless. He would put a
cocktail in her hand and while she relaxed he would finish putting a
delicious dinner on the table. While Basilia readily acknowledged that
the Renaissance Salon had played a major role in the feminization and
indoctrination of Jaycen, making him the fine sissy he now was, she also
acknowledged that Camilla's Sammie had played the second most important
role.
At a key time in Jaycen's second year of training, for one week, from
Monday through Saturday, Camilla brought her Sammie over to house to
work with Jaycen. Each day Sammie wore a maid's uniform, complete with
frilly apron, perky little cap in his hair, three petticoats, fishnet
stockings and extremely high heels. Sammie started each day shampooing
Jaycen's hair and setting him in rollers, a different type each day.
With his head covered in curlers and a hairnet, Jaycen spent the day
learning cooking and cleaning from Sammie. Before Basilia arrived home,
Sammie would help Jaycen do his hair and makeup and select something
pretty to wear. All during the day Sammie shared about his own training,
including some scary stories about his horrific experiences at the sissy
training school. The last two nights of that important week, when
Camilla came to pick him up, Sammie submissively knelt down while
Camilla put him in a straitjacket, forced a large penis gag into his
mouth, shackled his ankles, collared his neck with a thick leather
collar, attached a chain to the collar and pulled Sammie to the car.
That was a turning point. On that Saturday night Jaycen begged Basilia
not to send him to a sissy training school. With tears in his eyes he
promised to try to be more obedient and to make every effort to be a
good sissy if only she would not imprison him as Camilla had done to
Sammie. Jaycen did not change completely at once but Basilia found
noticeable improvement from that week onward.
From then on Jaycen and Sammie had become best sissy girl friends. It
was Sammie who calmed Jaycen down before his breast augmentation surgery
and helped him shop for bras. Sammie served as matron of honor at the
wedding. Sammie explained to Jaycen about the advantages of being
corseted. With their husbands' approval and permission, the two sissies
periodically went shopping for dresses and shoes. Sammie helped Jaycen
overcome embarrassment about going into a Victoria's Secret store and
asking a sales clerk for help selecting "something sexy to please my
husband." Basilia encouraged Jaycen to regularly have lunch with Sammie
so Sammie could help him become a better sissy wife with hints about
housekeeping as well as improved bedroom performance.
Camilla and Basilia thought that their wives looked cute holding hands
or sharing demure little kisses. However, they would allow nothing more
than that because each husband was extremely possessive about her
sissy's love tool, derriere and mouth. Recognizing that the sissies had
an attraction for one another, they developed a way to handle those
feelings. Every four to six weeks, both couples gathered in one of the
homes. Jaycen and Sammie each changed into a provocative outfit and they
hugged each other, moaning, whimpering and squirming, while each husband
fucked her sissy's bottom. It proved satisfactory to all four people.
The sessions provided a most excellent reminder to the sissies about to
whom they belonged while giving them a shared experience of being shot
in the tail. Afterwards, their curvaceous bottoms well-plugged and
covered in frilly panties, Sammie and Jaycen prepared and served
beverages and snacks while their husbands talked business, politics or
sports. Later in the week the sissies would meet for lunch and while
sedately holding hands as girl friends, compare notes on the experience,
then decide what kind of outfit to wear for the upcoming session. If
this happened to require a shopping trip, so much the better. Always
they came away looking forward to the next time.
As they sat in their box awaiting the start of the performance, the two
firmly corseted sissies in their figure-hugging gowns and stiletto
heels, exchanged knowing glances. Their demanding husbands in their
handsome tuxedos, crisp white shirts and black patent pumps stood
slightly outside the box, awaiting the dimming of the house lights.
Sammie leaned forward and whispered to Jaycen, "Did Basilia have her
wicked way with you as soon as she laced you into your corset?"
"Of course she did," Jaycen giggled. "Didn't Camilla insist on bedding
you as soon as she had tightened you up?"
Sammie laughed. "Husbands! They are so obvious. Wear some sexy lingerie,
a corset, stockings, heels, a new hairdo and they give you just what you
want. She went at it so hard my bottom will be sore for hours yet. I'm
glad these are comfortable seats."
Jaycen smiled at his best friend. "I know exactly what you mean. When
she's wound up Basilia knows how to make sure that I get the point, if
you know what I mean. Plus she insisted that I wear a little reminder
that my inner recess belongs to my husband, along with the rest of me."
"Does she have you plugged? Good god, I am too. Camilla said at first
she was going to make me wear a vibrating one. I don't know if she meant
it or not but I whimpered and whined and she decided all I needed was a
medium size plug. Of course, the price of the compromise was having to
wear a tight panty girdle so between my corset and my girdle, I'm really
cinched in, chest, tummy and bottom. So I seat myself very carefully."
"My darling husband didn't go that far but she did bring a large size
plug which she plans to insert in my posterior after dinner. She
promised that if I'm a naughty girl and don't pay attention to the
music, I shall be spanked when we get home. Even I don't receive a
spanking, she promised that I shall be kissed, licked, and sucked over
every single inch of my body and fucked in every available opening."
Sammie placed his nicely manicured left hand on Jaycen's left hand.
Looking at the wedding bands they both wore, he said, "We're very lucky
girls, aren't we? For all that husbandly posturing and lording it over
us, they provide for us, love us and give us unbelievable sex. I can't
think of a better way for girls like us to live. Remember what I told
you, way back when we first met? Give your husband whatever she demands
and she will give you whatever you need."
The two beautiful sissies giggled.
"What are you two giggling about?" Basilia asked as she and Camilla took
their seats.
"Nothing, darling. Just girl talk. Nothing to concern you, my dear. You
know we are very good girls," Jaycen replied and he batted his
provocatively made-up eyes at her.
Taking his hand in her own, Basilia said, "That's my girl. Now remember
to pay attention to the performance. You do not want a spanking later,
do you darling?"
"I shall try to be very good, darling," Jaycen answered.
The End.
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