The Salesman Chapter 3 Practical Demonstration
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HOME DEMONSTRATION PARTY by Throne
I had been cleaning the house all day. That meant my wife Destiny had
something planned, though she couldn't be bothered to tell me what it was.
It had to include guests, who in the past had always been one or two of
her girlfriends. As I hurried around in a revealing and very girly
outfit, I mentally relived the shame of having them see me that way. When
you're a sissy husband, and have been one for over two years, you no
longer have any say in matters like that. What she says is what I do,
with no questions asked.
What was I wearing? It was just awful. I had on the remnants of a
sleeveless T-shirt, everything below my nipples cut off so that it
resembled a bra and showed off the shaved state of my soft body. Below
that was a pair of girl's panties, tiny ones that left most of my butt
cheeks bare in the back and showed off the fact that I have a very small
package in the front. My feet were covered by slippers with two inch
heels. Destiny had put just a bit of make-up on my smooth face,
concentrating on my eyes and lips, plus applying some shadow under my
cheekbones. She makes me wear my hair very short and had put a pixie-cut
wig over it. As if I wasn't enough of a sight with all that, the wig was
blue. Electric blue.
I finally got the last of my work done. My wife appeared, wearing a cream
colored blouse with a ruffle front and black toreador slacks. Her small
feet were shod in red espadrilles. She was casually chic and I was a
silly sissy husband. I was squirming inside my hair-free pink skin, self-
consciously touching my wig, aware of the mild but unmistakably feminine
perfume with which she had earlier sprayed me. My attractive bride told
me to put my hands at my sides and stop fidgeting. She pointed out that
she wasn't patting HER hair. Of course she wasn't. It was perfectly
styled: parted on the side, somewhat full, falling to just above her
collar; it showed off her slender neck.
"Honestly, Charlene, I don't know what's the matter with you." When I was
dressed she liked to use the female version of my given name, which is
Charles. "You're as nervous as a lady rabbit in mating season." She
chuckled at the clever way she had described my emotional state.
"I... I'm sorry..." I apologized, using the whispery voice she insisted
on. My hands started to come up again but I caught myself and put them
back where she wanted them, aware of how completely she controlled me.
"I'll try harder... when your visitors arrive." I guess I was hoping to
get her to reveal more but she just smiled inscrutably and told me to make
sure there were plenty of small dishes ready for snacks. How many people
were coming? I started to say something else -- "Did you invite...?" --
but cut myself off, again reminded of how she ruled my life.
As I was in the kitchen, finishing my check of plates, I heard the
doorbell ring. Frozen in place, I waited to learn if Destiny wanted me to
answer it. The thought of having to greet newcomers, looking the way I
did, was beyond upsetting. But then I heard her opening the door and
saying hello to whoever was there. I kept busy where I was, rewashing
some silverware, for fear that I might be faulted for not doing a good
enough job the first time. The sounds of more arrivals reached my alert
ears. No, no, no. Why was it so many women? And what if there were men
there? My heart seemed to miss a beat. For a third time the door opened
and closed. That was when my wife called out merrily to me.
"Charlene, dear, come and let everyone have a look at you, sweetie."
I would have preferred to go hide in the basement, maybe hand launder some
of my wife's delicate lingerie like I so frequently had to do. But
without any other choice, I went toward the living room, walking carefully
on my heeled slippers, hating the way they made my legs more shapely and
gave me a more girlish gait. My cheeks got warm as I got there and saw
what was waiting for me. The sofa, couch and several chairs were all
occupied by pretty young women like my wife. Every one of them looked
directly at me and they instantly displayed amused smiles. I only
recognized two of them and the disgrace of being seen by so many strangers
was devastating. I felt faintish and stood there, remembering not to try
to cover myself with my hands, which would have been futile anyway,
considering how little I was wearing.
Destiny had me do my hip-swinging walk around the room, giving them all an
even better look at how unmanly I was. There were a few questions, but
all were directed to my bride, as if I was too frivolous to answer them.
I was told to stop several times, so that curious hands could stroke my
thighs and chest. The females marveled at how thoroughly I had been
denuded of hair. Destiny explained that she had one of those modern tools
that freezes the hair and prevents it from returning for weeks. She added
that she was thinking about simply having full-body electrolysis
performed, something I wasn't aware she was considering.
They began to chat about other things, like the real men most of them were
married to. There were mentions of how those guys followed sports, drank
beer, and pleased their spouses in bed, all of which I did not do, unless
you counted how well I served Destiny with my mouth when we were in the
bedroom. Even though they were no longer looking at me with their initial
interest, I still cringed inwardly at the implied comparisons. As I
desperately hoped that something would change to make this even marginally
easier for me, there was another knock at the door and Destiny waved
toward it, telling me to go and let whoever it was in.
My legs felt numb as I went to the door. I opened it reluctantly and was
relieved that there was only one person there and that, thank goodness, it
wasn't a man. It was a woman who carried two heavy sample cases. I put
out my hands and offered to take them. She handed them to me and it was
like my arms were being pulled free from my shoulders. I had to let them
touch the floor, take a deep breath, and pick them back up, the effort
definitely showing on my made-up face. I struggled to get them to the
living room. My wife pointed imperiously to the corner, where I
gratefully deposited them.
Destiny said to the woman, "This should be a great party, Tanya."
"Really. You invited the whole neighborhood, from the looks of it."
My wife laughed and said, "I did. And they all accepted."
"I was thinking," Tanya said, "that we could have a good time if I
demonstrated some of the more... esoteric items... on your willing better
half. And later on I could show off the rest."
"That'd be fine. Though I don't know what he's 'better' at."
The two of them laughed, with most of the others joining in. I realized
that this must be one of those parties where a company representative
showed off something like... plastic containers... or cosmetics. That was
it. Tanya must be selling cosmetics. It would be awful to have my face
used to showcase eye shadows and lipsticks and such, but at least I could
get through it. I was relieved but, sadly, my relief was only momentary.
When Tanya put one of the cases on our coffee table and opened it, I was
horrified to see not make-up... but sex toys.
Tanya selected a short hollow tube closed at the top, with a second piece
that matched its base. She held it up and announced, "Now, this is a
basic chastity. For a man. Obviously." That sparked more cheerful
reactions. She held it toward me and went on, "Now, if I could have our
eager volunteer step right up close to me."
I went to her. She pulled my panties down in the front, freeing my
unimpressive genitals. I was too rattled to get aroused. She easily
slipped the second part, a ring, over my penis and nimbly tucked my balls,
one at a time, through its center. Then she fitted the plastic length
over my flaccid member and clicked the two parts together. Finally, she
reached back into the case to pick up a small padlock that was shaped like
a pink heart. This she passed through aligned openings in the two
sections and clicked shut. I was locked into the chastity tube, with no
way to remove it unless someone gave me the key. She inched my lingerie
down in the back. I had to make another circuit of the room, my panties
around my thighs, my bare bottom shown off, while the women closely
examined my penis prison. Two of them touched it, even giving it gentle
tugs to assure themselves that it was secure.
When I got in front of my wife she reached up from where she was sitting
and slipped her fingers under my abbreviated top to find my nipples. She
began fiddling with them which, as she knew, was sure to raise my sexual
temperature. In seconds my organ began to engorge, but it could only grow
so large and no more. It was a strange and unwanted feeling. My balls
drew up tight. I squirmed as she kept teasing me that way.
"What's the matter, love bug?" she wanted to know. "Is something wrong?
Does it bother you that your little willy can't show itself off? Not that
there's much of it for anyone to see. That must be frustrating. Just
think how much worse it would become if we didn't let you out of this
handy little device. If Tanya or I misplaced the key. Wouldn't that be
upsetting?"
Without meaning to, I whimpered softly. My bride at last stopped touching
me. But Tanya already had something else to test on my body.
She held it up and said, "This is your average butt plug. Not too big but
not too small, either. I'm a nice girl, so I'm going to lube it before I
shove it up Charlene's bung." To me she said, "Isn't that considerate of
me, pansy?"
"Y... yes, Ma'am," I said, my voice growing even wispier. I felt so
helpless that I began to assume even more submissive body language. I
hugged myself and tilted my head slightly to one side, the picture of a
surrendering sissy.
Tanya opened a tube and applied some clear lube to the business end of the
plug. She made a joke about how she could have selected a different tube,
one that contained something that would make my sensitive internal tissues
burn painfully. I rubbed my thighs together and bit my lips. She had me
turn my back to her and bend forward partway. The head of the six inch
long stopper touched my puckered tightness and I shuddered. She pushed
and it began to stretch me open back there. I moaned. Tanya gave a shove
and it slid inside me. It was thicker in the middle and then narrowed
down at the base, so that once it was inserted, it couldn't slip back out.
There was also a widening at the very outer end, so that it couldn't slip
completely inside, either. I stood there writhing in discomfort, both
physical and psychological, while the women all discussed what was being
done to me and how their husbands would certainly never stand for anything
like that.
"Now," Tanya went on, "some lovely body jewelry for this cute missy."
She produced what I thought was a set of earrings, made with tiny bells.
They tinkled as she handled them. But when she reached toward me it
wasn't for the sides of my head she aimed, but my chest. She attached one
and then the other to my nipples with little affixed spring clamps. I
moaned at the pain they caused me, but could tell at once that it was a
degree I could handle. They were obviously designed to be left on for as
long as wished. My wife had me change into a pair of shoes with three-
inch block heels and ankle straps. This time when I went around the room,
my walk was even more precise and exaggerated, with those bells jingling
as I took each careful step. The women were all fascinated by these new
additions. They commented on how much more gender-mixed I was being made
to appear. I wished I could wear something like a man would have on.
Even one piece of clothing. And I wanted to be called Charles instead of
Charlene, maybe just once. I was slipping deeper into my girly identity.
Too deep.
One of the women reached up to flick the bells. That started the others
chuckling. What I felt made my penis try to erect... again. That
produced more discomfort and fresh frustration. It was Destiny's turn
once more. As if the heels weren't enough, she now held up a bright pink
corset. There was a murmur of approval from the onlookers. My bride
fitted it around my middle and hooked it into place, then began tightening
it. I was alarmed at how snug she was making it. She pulled the laces
tighter and tighter. I filled my lungs and exhaled slowly. Still she
tugged on those laces. I was close to panic as she worked quickly and
efficiently, reducing my waist to shockingly smaller dimensions. At last
she tied off the laces and left me that way. Again I had to circle the
room. Another woman noted out loud how the top of the corset in front
pushed up the soft flesh of my chest, giving it the impression of being a
pair of budding breasts. I blushed from mortification.
Tanya held up a curious looking collar. It was almost like a neck brace,
though covered with black leather. She fitted it around my neck, forcing
me to hold my chin high. When she made me walk I couldn't look down to
see where my feet were, so I had to take tiny steps. Instinctively, I
held my arms out slightly to the sides for balance, even though it would
make me appear delicate.
But she wasn't done yet. Tanya showed everyone a short stretchy cord.
She made a show of clipping it to the front of my collar and then, with a
grin, passing the other end between my legs, running it through a ring on
the butt plug, and attaching it to the back of my corset. That forced me
to bend forward and stay that way. My pseudo breasts hung slightly and
the bells dangled straight down, making sounds every time I moved. My
face, which had been tilted back by the tall collar, was now facing
forward. Destiny got in front of me and bent down so we were eye to eye.
She snickered at my plight and told me how sweet I looked with my eye
make-up and lipstick. One of the other women took a phone photo of me and
held it up where I could see it. I was appalled at how I looked. And
that it had been recorded. The woman asked my wife if she could send it
to someone who she knew would think it was funny. I tried to object, but
my voice was barely audible, I was so upset.
Destiny told the woman, "Sure, send it to anyone you want." She glanced
around and mentioned, "I noticed the rest of you all sneaking shots.
That's fine. Share them with anybody you please. Lynne, you should send
a few to your husband, since he works with my Charlene. I know my sissy
husband gets on his nerves, so maybe your man can make some good use of
whatever you give him."
I managed a few disconnected syllables that suggested I wanted them to
stop. Destiny gave me a sharp look and said that I didn't seem to
understand that I had no rights. She took a cylinder from the case and
shoved it into my mouth, stretching my jaws wide, then used attached
straps to fasten it behind my head. I reflexively tried to speak but
could only make piteous sounds, like a cow mooing. Tanya put cuffs on my
wrists and pulled my arms around behind me, so that she could attach each
cuff to the opposite side of the corset. That thrust my chest into
greater prominence, increasing the illusion that I had small breasts. My
wife said that maybe now I wouldn't try to make any demands about photos
being shared, and that I would not forget my humble status.
Tanya suggested, "I have some items among my samples that would drive home
that message even more."
To demonstrate, she held up a black rubber paddle. I swallowed with
difficulty, suddenly less concerned with those pictures than with what
might be happening next. Tanya slapped the paddle against her open hand
and gave me a wicked smirk. I shivered and moaned pleadingly.
Unconcerned with my fear, she moved around behind me. By reflex I tried
to edge away, but the heels and my bondage hampered me so much that all I
could do was shuffle forward, my bells swaying and tinkling. A tear ran
down my cheek. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Destiny selecting
something from the case. It was a riding crop. She swished it through
the air experimentally. I whimpered and inched further away, as if that
would actually help me. Of course, it didn't. All it accomplished was to
make my wife more determined to put me in my place, as I could see from
her expression.
The women took up positions on either side of me. Tanya grabbed the cord
at the point where it ran down the small of my back. She yanked on it and
I felt how it gave the butt plug an extra push. Too late to placate them,
I stopped moving, hoping that at least I wouldn't make them even angrier.
They were in no hurry to start, probably enjoying my anxiety. I shifted
my feet, aware that I was making my backside move. Without warning my
wife swung hard and laid the crop across both my buttocks. As I yelled
through the gag, Tanya struck with the paddle, covering much of my bottom.
I jerked from the impact. My distorted voice rose and fell. They kept
alternating their blows, making my rump blaze. Someone took a shot of my
distressed face and showed it to me while the punishment continued. I
looked like someone else, my face red, like a naughty adolescent girl who
was being punished, perhaps by her cruel Aunts.
They went on mercilessly, pacing themselves to prolong my ordeal. Not
until they had delivered at least two dozen strokes each did they stop.
By then my buttocks were swollen and the pain penetrated deeply. I was
crying freely and my nose was running. Saliva dribbled from the gag. I
had to make still another trip around the room, with the women now
admiring how vividly my sitter was marked and how obviously I was
suffering. I heard the words 'weakling' and 'sissy' used. When I got
back to Destiny she gave me a stern look, showing no sympathy for how
miserable I was.
"So," she wanted to know, "do you think you can behave now?"
With images of being freed from my restraints, allowed to shed those
awkward heels, and maybe even let to look halfway masculine, I nodded as
vigorously as my collar allowed. She appeared skeptical. I sank to my
knees and looked up at her, and even made a sound that was intended to
elicit sympathy, but came out sounding like a lamb bleating, and just made
her sneer down at me. She reached down and casually twisted the clamps on
my nipples, making me mewl pitifully. She put the sole of her shoe
against my chastity tube and moved it up and down, reminding me that I
didn't even have control over my own sex organ. The toe of her shoe went
to my balls and jabbed into them, causing me only a hint of pain, but
suggesting how much more she could administer any time she wished.
"Look at you," she said contemptuously. "You are a complete wussy wimp.
I should probably have those words tattooed across your hairless chest,
over those tits you're flaunting. And I should get your dick pierced so
the next chastity I put on you couldn't be removed... ever."
I trembled at the things she was considering. In one evening I had gone
from being merely her meek feminized husband, to being at risk of
suffering irreversible changes.
"However," she said in a tone only slightly less dangerous, "I'm willing
to give you another chance. If you can be a very very good girl from now
on, maybe I won't do those things. Maybe I'll just allow you to continue
your comfortable life as my pussy-slave husband. I'll dress you up more
than I have in the past. Use more cosmetics. And stop shaving your head.
Once your hair's grown out, it can be styled into something more
appropriate. Plus continue with your bondage and discipline. But I won't
push things further than that. Yet. If you can behave."
I nodded, the collar hurting my neck. She pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"Oh, and I'll be taking a lover. We'll have terrific sex all the time,
often right in this house. You won't have a problem with that, will you?"
She had taken me to unfamiliar depths and made it clear that she was ready
and willing to go much further. Tattoos. Permanent chastity. I was
desperate to please her. To prevent those things. But a lover? I looked
around and all the other women were watching me with curiosity, waiting to
see my response. My shoulders sagged. What else could I do? I grunted
through my gag and nodded stiffly once more. My wife rewarded me with a
half-smile.
After that the party continued. I was left there while Tanya moved on to
love lotion, vibrators, crotchless panties and other merchandise the rest
of the wives could use to increase the fun they gave their husbands. None
of those men would ever be subjected to the indignities I had suffered in
the past and the ones I was suffering that evening. None of them would
ever experience their brides having open affairs, as my Destiny intended
to do. She was selecting some of those products herself, to share with
the man who became her lover. And to add to her teasing of me, while I
remained in chastity and unable to gain any release. I was defeated.
Doomed to go on in the sissy role my spouse had put me into, except that
now she would also commit infidelity, happily and often. And I knew that
nothing could ever reverse what had happened that night.
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