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I'm in my late 30s, well-off enough that I don't have to work, and I
indulge my hobbies: acquiring rare books and art in a modest way. My
wife Jean is a few years younger, athletic and quite attractive. She
fills her time with various women's clubs, tennis etc. with a special
emphasis on Tennis with Jack, the pro at her club. They make a formidable
team, and I'm proud of how she and Jack can take on all comers.
Then there's Bill: a stock broker, tall, muscular and a natural salesman.
He and I are friends, having met at the gym where I go for swimming. He
and Jean took to each other immediately and we often go out together, Jim
always with a lovely young woman as his date, but seldom the same one
twice.
It was one day at the gym, I had stripped off my trunks and was toweling
off after my swim when Bill starred telling me about a mutual friend's
planned bachelor party: "I got Fred a great gag gift--a male chastity
belt!"
"It's a good joke, Bill." I smiled despite my mild discomfort at standing
naked in front of my friend. "Good thing they don't really work, or it
wouldn't be funny."
"Oh really?" He grinned. "This one does!"
"Aw c'mon, you should know better." I felt sort of awkward standing there
arguing in the nude (Bill had some way maneuvered so that he standing was
between me and my locker!) but I continued, "There's no way you could
really lock up a guy's privates!"
"Well maybe you just don't know as much as you think...."
I won't go into the details of the whole conversation. Perhaps I was a
bit hasty, but I ended up betting him that such a thing simply wouldn't
work on a guy--and he ended up locking me in it!
"Okay, Houdini!" He smiled as he clicked the tiny lock shut. "Get out of
that!"
Just then, a bunch of guys came in from a squash game. I quickly turned
my back to them. "Bill!" I hissed. "Get this off me!"
"Oh no," he laughed, but moved away from my locker. "Go ahead and cover
yourself, though. Tell you what: meet me at my office tomorrow and you
can either hand that cock-lock back to me or....."
"Or?" I asked, swiftly pulling up my underpants.
"Well, we'll see!" He chuckled as he left.
*
"You let Bill lock you in a chastity belt??"
The look on my wife Jean's face was somehow incredulous and amused at the
same time. We were in our comfortable bed, she was wearing a sexy-silky
nightie (all night she had hinted that she was "in the mood" and all
night I had been making excuses, sneaking off and trying to get that damn
thing off!) and I was nude--except for the cock-lock!
Jean crawled across the bed (her sexy butt in the air, her firm, perky
breasts swaying sensuously) and fondled the object of her curiosity.
"My! It looks strong -- is that steel?"
"Some sort of alloy." Briefly I explained to her how I had been foolish
enough to get into this, and she laughed out loud.
"Well I guess if you can't function as a man, you'll have to please me
like a woman would!" She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "Come
on, Girlfriend; this could get interesting!"
*
"Ha-ha-ha--haw-HAW!"
I blushed under Bill's laughter -- and his leering eyes! I was standing in
his office, in a suburban office park, where he had insisted I strip
completely nude... except for that damned cock-lock!
"Very funny!" I fumed. "Now get this thing off me!"
"Just a minute." He choked back his laughter -- or tried to. "What's this
with your skin? You're all smooth!" He ran a hand down my silky thigh.
"Jean talked me into it." I squirmed away from his touch. "She said as
long as I was making love to her like a girl, it would get her in the
mood if my body felt -uh- more girlish!"
"Well it sure worked!" He grinned wolfishly as I felt his eyes on me like
a physical touch. "In fact, as long as my secretary's off today, I think
you'll do perfectly!"
"Be your secretary!?!??" I squeaked. "ME??"
"Well you want me to think about taking that thing off and freeing your
cock -- don't you?"
"Bill!" I flushed all over again. "You've got to take this thing off!"
"Do I?" he raised an eyebrow. "What I need now is a cute young lady to
act as my secretary for a few hours. And since Jean already has you
acting the Girl...." He suddenly broke up laughing again. "OH! You have
such a cute pout when you sulk!"
"All right." I sighed. "What do I have to do?"
"Start by addressing me as 'Sir'!" He still smiled, but I could tell he
was serious.
Eyes downcast, I murmured meekly, "What will you have me do, Sir?"
"Well for starters, let's get you properly dressed -- I can't have my
secretary going around naked!" He reached into a drawer. "Fortunately I
have some things left here by some of my girlfriends...."
So it was that I spent the next few hours as Bill's docile secretary.
Dressed in high heels, makeup, and a skirt made from a tasseled silk
scarf! It was incredibly embarrassing, sashaying around in those heels,
feeling my butt swish from side to side with every step, and that
ridiculously short makeshift skirt flouncing around, but I obediently
filed papers, dusted off shelves and organized his correspondence.
He had laughingly helped me make up my face, and as I dusted his glass-
front trophy case I cringed at the reflection of my full red lips,
delicately-rouged cheeks and soft, demure shadowed eyes with long
mascaraed lashes. He'd even made me comb my longish hair into feminine
curls that brushed sensuously around my pretty feminine face -- it was
awful!
Finally though, the work was finished. I made Bill a fresh cup of coffee
and served it to him, curtseying, as per orders, as I set it on his desk.
"That's all for today, Babe." He smiled, and I felt a shiver of
apprehension at the way he said for today. "Why don't you run along home
and see how Jean likes your new look!"
"With pleasure!" I looked around for my clothes. "Hey where's--?"
"Oh I locked them up in a desk drawer while you were mincing around here
in that sexy get-up," he said casually. "I don't think you'll need them
right now; manly clothes just don't seem to suit you, as long as your
equipment is locked away!"
"Locked -- you mean you're not going to unlock my-my...."
"Nope!" his smile widened. "You just look too cute like that!"
My head spun as I realized I was stuck in this feminine get-up as long as
he held the keys! I barely heard the words as he set my keys and wallet
out on the desk.
"....see what Jean has to say," He was saying, "and I'll be thinking about
you driving home through rush hour traffic looking like that!"
*
"Uh-hee-hee-heeee!"
Jean couldn't seem to stop laughing as she took in the sight of me
standing there in those feminine bits and pieces. "I just can't believe
you let Bill do this to you!" she managed finally, still giggling.
"It's not funny!" I sputtered, blushing all over.
"Did you at least get him to unlock your goodies?"
"N-no." I lowered my eyes, unable to face my wife's amusement. "He-he
said he wanted to see how you liked your - your new girlfriend!"
"Hee-hee-HEE!" Her laughter at my emasculated state was incredibly
embarrassing to me--and a bit scary! "What on Earth did you do there all
that time?"
Shame-faced, I told her all about acting as his secretary. It only
increased her fun!
"Well as long as you played the girl-of-all-work for him, you might as
well do it for me..." She rummaged around in a cupboard drawer. "Here, take
that silly scarf-skirt off and wear this!"
It was an apron. White, fitted with frilly shoulder straps that teased
the nipples on my smooth chest as Jean tied it in a big bow at my neck,
forcing me to hold my head up. And a wide white sash that she tied in a
big bow at the back, the ends trailing down across my bare bottom.
"Now start Dinner," she said firmly. "Call me when it's ready; I want to
look up some things on the net... for the new You!"
That night I slept in one of Jean's silky nighties, after pleasuring her
orally to three(!) climaxes. It really worried me just how much she
seemed to be enjoying this new condition of mine! And the next day, we
got an overnight delivery of those things she found on the net....
*
"Hey! Do I detect some changes?"
It was a week later. I was back in Bill's office, shifting about
uncomfortably in clothes that no longer seemed to fit me.
"Please," I whined, "I admit I was wrong. Not just wrong, but much too
smug and - and cocky. Now will you please unlock this thing?"
"Let's get a look at you first." He grinned. "I want to see just what
Jean has done to you. Those male clothes seem awfully inappropriate with
that makeup and hairstyle -- take them off!"
Reluctantly I removed my Gucci shoes, socks, tailored jacket and slacks,
unbuttoned the custom-made silk shirt, revealing the panties and--
"Migawd!" Bill chortled. "Are those boobs?!?"
Shyly, I covered the modest globes with one arm. "Yes," I admitted.
"It's some kind of treatment Jean found out about. A series of shots that
swell out my - my chest and my...."
"And your butt!" he sneered. "Damn, girl, you're getting a real shape on
you. Now lose the panties and let me see how much progress you've made
getting out of that cock-lock like you said would be so easy!"
Close to tears, I peeled off the pink silk panties and obeyed his order
to step up next to him (tiptoeing in bare feet!) so he could inspect the
changes, running his hands over my soft feminine curves and fondling my
caged privates as I squirmed under his touch.
"Lovely!" he pronounced. "And I've got just the outfit for you today!"
An hour later....
"Hello, Jean?" I was on the phone to my wife.
"Darling?" She sounded almost as if she'd expected to hear from me. "Oh,
I hope you won't be working late again today -- You tell that old Bill
he's a big meanie!"
"She says to tell you you're a big meanie," I hissed at him. "And you
are!"
"Well, I hardly think so." He spoke loud enough for her to hear. "I mean
you came over here in those awful clothes, and I gave you something that
shows off the real You!"
"Ooo!" Jean chimed in. "Did he dress you up again? Tell-me-tell-me!!"
"Better yet." Bill took the smartphone from my lacquered fingertips,
"I'll show you!"
He pressed a button, sending my image across the ether to my laughing
wife. It showed me standing in his office wearing red-sequined high
heels, matching G-string and mini-tutu, and red-sparkle pasties on my
nipples! He had made me re-do my makeup into a bolder, brassier style,
and my longish blonde hair was now crowned with a wildly-curled auburn
wig -- I looked like a wanton stripper!
Jean's laughter crackled from the phone in Bill's hand. "Ooo Bill!" she
managed at last. "You've got her SO sexy!" Then... OMG! I thought I heard
another laugh at her end.... A deep, Male laugh!
Bill simply handed the phone to me.
"Jill!" I said desperately. "Is-is there someone else there? "
"Just Jack, Darling," she said casually. "I'm at the club and we just
finished a set."
"Did-did he see....?"
"No, Darling." Her voice seemed oddly unconvincing. "He was laughing at
something else. Really he was."
I was about to voice my suspicion when Bill suddenly pinched my bottom!
"Don't forget why you called," he prompted.
"Jean, I-I have to ask you to do something for me...."
"Oh?" She stifled her laughter for a moment. "You have to ask??"
"Bill -- I-I mean Master Bill -- says he won't give me back my wallet and
car keys unless-unless I ask you to do this--"
"And?" Bill prompted.
"And I have to ask you this very sincerely and even - even beg you to do
it for me or - or... Oooo! Or I'll have to walk home--looking like this!"
"That's rich!" she giggled. "Ohhhh, I can just picture you.... Mmmm, you'd
look so sexy!"
"Jean - PLEASE!"
"Well just what is it you have to ask me to do, Sweetie?"
"J-Jean will - will you please.... Will you please throw away all my male
clothes?" I looked at Bill for approval; he nodded and I went on, "Please
get rid of every male garment in the house?"
"Everything?" She sounded even more turned on, if possible. "You mean
just get rid of every stitch of male clothing you own?"
"Th-that's right." I forced myself to go on. "Bill -uh- Master Bill says
they look awful on me and I-I should just dress in female attire now."
"You mean get rid of everything?" Jean persisted. "All your pants,
shirts, jackets... your shoes and socks?"
"That's right." I knew she'd never do such an outlandish thing, and the
knowledge gave me strength to go on. "Everything. Please."
"All your manly underwear?" Funny how she was pushing it. Almost as if...
"Your tightie-whitie briefs and T-shirts? So you won't have a single male
garment at all?"
"Yes, Dear."
"And you'll have to dress in just feminine clothes?"
"That's right."
"That's really what you want?"
"If you don't I-I'll have to-to walk home.... Like this!"
"Let me see how you look again!"
Miserably, I pressed the button and turned the cameras on myself again.
Then back to Jean. "See?"
"My, my! That WOULD be embarrassing for you! Very well, Dear, I'll get
started. By the time you get home, there won't be a single male garment
left!"
"Don't hurry." Bill took the phone from me again. "I have plenty of work
for her today. And after that, maybe some pole-dancing lessons -- since
she's dressed for it!"
*
"WHAT?!? You mean you really did it??" Standing there naked and feminized
in my own home, I looked at Jean incredulously.
"Well you sounded so sincere, Sweetie, and I knew you wouldn't want to
walk home --uh- What happened to that cute stripper outfit Bill had you
in?"
"He made me do a strip-tease for him." I clenched my teeth in shame at
the memory. "And then he just kept... Oh, never mind that now -- I need some
clothes!"
"Well I think you look awfully sexy like... hey wait! What's with your
crotch there, girlie?"
I covered the furry triangle between my thighs with both hands.
"Bill thought it'd be safer to glue a false pussy over my-my cock-lock,"
I explained reluctantly. "That way, if anyone saw me like this, they
wouldn't think I was a guy with boobs...."
"...They'd just take you for a naked woman!" Jean finished. "Ingenious! And
I must say, it gets me kind of hot, seeing you like that; you've really
ignited my lez-side, Girlie." Her smile turned into a sensuous leer. "And
I think you know what we're going to do about it -- NOW!"
THREE HOURS LATER
Jean unlocked her legs from my neck at last and I rolled out from between
her thighs, aching, gasping for breath, tingling all over and almost
weeping with horny frustration!
"Mmmmm!" she sighed sleepily. "Yummy! How many times was that, Precious?"
"Ohhhh....." I moaned. "Oh, I'm-I'm so...."
"Feeling sexy, Darling?" she yawned.
"Ungh! I've got to get out of this! I've got to be a man again!!"
"Must you?" Her voice as a drowsy, drifting whisper. "Wellllll we''lllll
seeeeeeeeee........."
*
"Are you being naughty again darling?"
I quickly pulled my delicate, manicured fingers from my faux-pussied
crotch and lowered my long-lashed, mascaraed eyelids in shame. Jean just
laughed at the blush suffusing my rouged cheeks and the pout on my big
red lips.
"I can't help it, Mistress!" I whined. "I-I'm just so terribly
frustrated.... It's so awful being all naked and feminine like this all the
time, never getting antting but those tiny scraps of sexy lingerie to
wear, and never getting to-to...."
"Never getting to act like a man?" she sneered. "Never getting to have an
erection? Never getting anything but your tongue inside your own wife's
puss? May I remind you, Darling, that it was YOU who got yourself in this
silly mess? YOU who put on that chastity belt? YOU who told me to throw
way al your male clothes?"
She reached out both hands to cup my bare breasts and heft them, while
tickling the nipples. "MY! Those shots are working wonders with your
figure! And your skin is so smooth and creamy-soft now.... Are you SURE you
didn't wish for this all along?"
"NO!" I squeaked. "I DIDN'T! I hate looking like this and-and... I'm
getting so confused! Sometimes when I'm mincing around Bill's office and
he touches me, I feel.... Oh, I just don't know who I am anymore!"
"Well that's no excuse for that naughty playing with yourself!" she said
firmly. "You know it doesn't work, anyway! Aren't you ashamed of
yourself?"
"I-I can't help it!" I whined. "I just crave any stimulation at all!"
"Well naughty girls deserve a spanking, wouldn't you agree?"
Suddenly all I could think of was Jean's soft, sensuous hand, and how it
would feel on my round pink bottom! Just the idea of it sent a wave of
arousal through me and I bent forward, trusting out my bottom as my
privates strained inside that damned cock-lock!
"Y-yes, Mistrress," I cooed meekly. "I suppose I do need a spanking!"
"Very well." She gave me a secret smile. "Stand in the corner there with
your knees bent and your butt sticking out till I'm ready!"
Trying to hide my eagerness, I scampered to the corner, wiggling my ass
in anticipation as I struck a sexy pose. Ohhhh! How lovely it's going to
feel to have Jean's soft hands on my big round feminine tushie!
Fifteen Minutes later:
How long have I been standing (or more like half-crouching!) here? I
heard the doorbell at the front of the house. And then Bill's laughter!
"My! That is a naughty girl!"
I blushed furiously, rooted to the spot. I know I should be used to Bill
seeing me in this awful situation but this is the first time he's seen me
like this here at home with Jean. Somehow it's different....
"Well she agreed she needs a spanking, Bill," Jean said. "And I thought
it should be a good one! Something to teach her a lesson about playing
with herself. So...."
"Say no more!" I suddenly felt myself being grabbed from behind and
dragged over to the sofa. Bill sat down, pulling me across his lap. I
just had time to squeak, "NO!" and then
WHAPP!!!
Pain exploded across my poor pink bottom-globes! I squirmed, feeling the
manly fabric of his jeans across my thighs as
WHAPPP!!!!
"Owwwww!" I squeaked in my soft voice, "Master! It-it hurts!"
WHAPPPP!!!!!
WHAPPPPP!!!!!!
WHAPPPPPPP!!!!!!!
I kicked my shapely legs and squealed, girlish tears running down my
pretty face as I begged him to stop. Finally, he straightened his legs
and pushed me off so I landed in a pink naked femme ball at his feet.
"OHmigawd," Jean's voicewais breathy, passionate, "Ohhhh Bill that was
SUCH a turn-on!"
"Glad you liked it!" he grinned.
"I'm sorry...." she gasped. I-I've got to go see Jack. He'll think I'm such
a slut, but I have GOT to have his cock in me -- NOW!"
I looked up at her in shock, but Bill just smiled.
"Go ahead," he said easily. "We have some paperwork to do here anyway."
I got to my feet, hiding my nudity behind my arms--or trying to -- as Jean
practically ran out the door.
"You're not surprised, are you?" Bill was still smiling. Or was it a
sneer? "Did you really think a healthy woman like her could be happy
without regular cock? And a bull like Jack to supply it for her?"
Standing there, nude, feminine and freshly-spanked, I tried to find words
as Bill went on:
"Hell, she and Jack have been carrying on since long before this happened
to you. I just offered to help them out--though I have to say, it wasn't
hard; you practically talked yourself into putting on that cock-lock!"
"But-but why?" I finally managed. "Why do this to me? What do you get out
of it?"
"That's what these papers are for....." He reached into his briefcase.
*
The crowd is not large, I guess but it seems to me like the hall is
filled with people--people laughing at me... or trying not to... as I stand
at the back of the modest-sized reception hall in my high heels and
bridal veil, clutching a colorful bouquet and trying to hide my big,
bouncy breasts behind it.
Because all I have on is those heels, the veil, and a lacy white garter
high on my smooth thigh. And of course that awful cock-lock! Thumb cuffs
are attached to it, trapping my hands at my crotch, and I crouch forward,
trying to shield my shapely hooters behind the bouquet, nude, embarrassed
and blushing all over!
There are tears in Jean's eyes--tears of laughter!--as she straps something
into my mouth that keeps it open and smiling, then repairs my bright
sexy-red lipstick. "You want to look soft and desirable now, don't you
Honey? For ll your guests...and your husband-to be?"
Now Jack guides me firmly up the aisle with a hand on my butt... up the
aisle to where the smiling groom awaits: Bill!
In a tizzy, I hear the black-robed woman standing at the altar say
something about me loving and obeying Bill always. I try to say that I
don't want this; I never wanted it! I don't know how Bill and Jean got
control of everything I own, dissolved our marriage and set up this
wedding, and I most certainly never intended to become Bill's bride!
But with that gag on, my speech is unintelligible. Everyone just smiles
as she turns to him and he promises to love, rule and posses me. Then he
embraces me, his manly hands running over my soft curves , gives me a
deep, passionate tongue-probing kiss--and clips a ring in my nose!
The guests laugh and applaud as he leads me back down the aisle to the
foyer where we form receiving line with Jean and Jack. All the smiling,
well-dressed people line up to congratulate the thumb-cuffed, nose-ringed
naked bride: ME!
But as they approach, Bill uses my nose ring to turn me about and bend me
over, wa-a-ay over, thrusting my peach-pink butt upwards to everyone.
They file by, shaking hands, hugging... and spanking my poor defenseless
ass!
Some time later, when the last guest has left, Bill and Jack stuff me
into a plexiglass cube, specially designed so that my lovely face sticks
out through a hole in one end... and my bottom through a hole in the other!
As they seal it shut, Jean checks her smartphone: "The video of the
wedding posted just fine!" she giggles. "Gazillions of people are seeing
my cute little-half-sexed ex legally wed into submissive servitude! I bet
they laugh their asses off!"
"Hah!" Bill looks down at me: nude, caged, cock-locked and feminized,
without a stitch of clothing left to me in the world... robbed of
EVERYTHING--my house, my money, cars, clothes, my wife and my very
manhood!
"Wait'll they see the Honeymoon!" he laughs.
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