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Living on a Dead End Street~ Part One ~ Sunday and Monday by Ginny Wolf The clock said it was almost 10:30 on a Sunday night as I sat on my "beauty lounger" in the den. My was hair tightly set on 38 small brush rollers and covered with a pink hairnet. A layer of thick white cream covered my face in the kind of rock-hard facial that severely limited my ability to speak, with only my eyes visible under the beauty mask at work "softening and cleansing" my skin while giving me "deep diathermy skin conditioning." The ruby red nail polish my wife had applied to my fingers remained damp as did the pink rose she had used to polish my toes so I had to sit still while my nails dried. I wore a pair of black nylon panties under a sheer black baby doll nightie, covered by a sexy black robe. Once my nails were safely dry I would slide my feet into a pair of black mules with 3" heels. My wife Helene had put me through my usual Sunday evening beauty routine just as the wives of my five friends and neighbors had put them through their rituals. Tomorrow morning during our coffee klatch, Ashley, Dallas, Gwin, Jodey, Mallory and I- Page- would compare notes as we most always did on Monday, seeing who wore the most feminine hairdo, who had been waxed since our last time in the spa together, who purchased new high heels and who had been put through the kinkiest sex by his wife over the weekend as well as all the other gossip about food, fashion, beauty and sex which we househusbands usually exchange when together. The six couples live in neighboring houses on a cul de sac in our dead end street. The only other houses on our street are two on opposite sides of the entrance to our little avenue. In the house on the right live two gay men, one a former Special Forces soldier, the other a former professional football player. Across from them live three lesbians, one a retired military police officer, another a professional body guard and the third a former over-the-road trucker. Those five are The Minders. They keep watch on us while our wives work. For example, as none of the six of us are allowed to drive, when I go to do my weekly grocery shopping one of The Minders drives me to the store and accompanies me as I shop. If Gwin goes clothes shopping, a Minder takes him. And so it goes any time one of us husbands leaves our home for any reason. As it neared 11 o'clock I checked to be sure my nail polish was completely dry. Wow to me if I smeared my freshly done fingers or toes. Certain that my polish was fine, I slid my feet into my mules and went upstairs to the bedroom. Helene commented that I looked lovely and told me to come to bed. I knew that I would have to sleep in curlers as I do on many nights but I hoped that she would remove my facial. "Hhhmmpphhplssh?" I asked, pointing to my face. "No darling, not tonight. You need the overnight care. In fact in the salon this week I'm going to give you a series of new facials. A girl your age dear needs to take extra care of her skin. Now take off your robe and slippers and bend over." I knew what was coming. Shortly I would have a butt plug or a dildo up my bottom. I made the mistake of letting a little groan escape my sealed lips. "Now, now, Page, that's not the right attitude. Do you want me to put you in a sleep corset?" I shook my head vigorously. "That's what I thought. So if you don't want the discomfort of a sleep corset, just be a good girl and grab your ankles so I can see that cute little derriere of yours. Remember, darling, this is for your own good to help you maintain your proper role as my spouse." Removing my robe and my mules, I bent over, praying that Helene would not put one of her extra large dildos in my rear end. She pulled my panties down and rubbed the half moons of my tender bottom. "Darling, you do have the sexiest little tushie." After lavishing a large amount of lubricant in and around my opening she eased into me what I could tell was a dildo of only medium width and length. However instead of pulling my panties back up, she removed them, directed me onto the bed on my back and mounted me. Despite my inner wish to resist, the combination of hair curlers, facial mask, freshly painted nails, my sexy nightie and the dildo in my bottom made sure that I grew quite erect and Helene rode me until I gave her two orgasms. In spite of my situation it felt wonderful to erupt into her demanding womanly flesh. Just like my five friends, I live the role of the submissive and obedient spouse who does all of the domestic chores and strives to satisfy the erotic demands of my dominant and demanding spouse. In the course of this lifestyle I receive more sexual satisfaction than I ever dreamed was possible before I met Helene. As we settled into sleep, Helene's arms wrapped possessively around me, she commented, "Page, darling, Calanda has been asking for you. She has been quite diligent in her duties so I assigned her to take of you all of this week as well so she will take you grocery shopping on Wednesday of this week. Then you must cook for her and meet her needs that evening. Be very good to her. She does an excellent job when she's minding you." I meekly nodded my agreement. It wouldn't be bad at all as she was the sweetest of the lesbians and a passionate love-maker. We husbands never have sexual relations with another man's wife. However our wives frequently lend us out to The Minders. While the six of us always dress in womanly clothes as dictated by our wives and have working male genitalia, the two gay men- Hamilton and Brody- like the sissy crossdressers Jodey and Dallas for recreational purposes. Ashley, Gwin, Mallory and I are surgically created she-males who underwent breast augmentation and whose faces and derrieres had been reshaped into very ladylike curves in the operating room. The wives of the four of us had put us through a long course of stringent tight-laced corset training so we have shapely waists as well. The guys do not usually request us for fun and games but the lesbians- Calandra, Saffi and Philena- can not get enough of the four she-males and they seldom take the sissy husbands for recreation. All six of us receive periodic injections of a chemical which makes our voices sound quite womanly but Jodey and Dallas are seldom placed in the higher ranges in which Ashley, Gwin, Mallory and I speak and sing almost all of the time. All of us are kept waxed to baby smoothness. All of us wear makeup, nail polish and lady-like hairdos. Ninety percent of the time we wear high heels rather than flats. The sissies wear bras over breast forms while we she-males wear bras over our real bosoms. The six of us diet and exercise and submit to strenuous workouts under the supervision of our wives or The Minders in the spa which they built in back of the home of Verena and Dallas. We four she- males work extra hard at keeping our derrieres shapely as our wives had our bottoms surgically rounded and plumped but they do not hesitate to discipline us if our posteriors start looking frumpy. Once or twice a week our wives give us beauty treatments in the salon in the back of the home of Sabrina and Mallory. Between sessions in the salon, we often experiment on each other, trying different hair styles, new nail polish or variations in our makeup. Of course at those times one or more of The Minders keep us under their keen observation. We husbands all wear expensive engagement rings with beautiful wedding bands to prove we all once wore wedding gowns and veils for ceremonies in which we promised to love, honor and primarily obey our wives and took their last names as our own. Not one of us has worn a stitch of male clothing since our weddings. All of us are well-trained in the domestic arts. In our coffee klatch we six sometimes compare notes on servicing The Minders, which we do upon the orders from and with the approval of our wives. As I thought about it, the strange humor of the situation struck me. The sissies gladly service the gay men happy not to be worked over by the lesbians. We she-males enjoy the lesbians as much as we can, even though they sometimes demand a great deal, and express our relief that we do not have to take it in our rears from the well-endowed gay studs or swallow their ejaculate. Just another way each of us rationalize our disciplined and controlled lives. Monday morning I arose early, relieved myself and dressed as required to prepare and serve breakfast for my wife. First I stepped carefully into my pussy panties, an item made of natural latex with foam-filled butt pads to accent my feminine shape, a realistic vagina opening in front and derriere opening in the back, requiring me to sit like a lady to pee. Pussy panties are our usual wear unless our wives have us locked in a chastity device such as the dreaded girdle-like "chastity panties" or the feared silicone and steel "dickory dock coffin" or wearing a silken "pansy pouch", a pretty, frill-laced confection tied over the base of the genitalia and locked in place with a little padlock and chain, sometimes accompanied by a butt plug known as a "sissy spike." I pulled my black panties over my pussy panties, fastened a lacy black garter belt around my waist, slid sheer black stockings up my legs, attached them to the garter belt, stepped into a pair of pumps with 4" stiletto heels and put on my robe. Of course my hair was still in rollers and the hairnet and my face covered with the mask. Downstairs I scurried around the kitchen preparing my wife's breakfast of coffee, orange juice, turkey sausage, two scrambled eggs, two slices of whole wheat toast and a small serving of home fried potatoes. Helene appeared, dressed in an elegant grey pants suit, silver blouse and grey pumps, her hair and makeup perfect as always. The breakfast table met with her approval so before she ate she peeled off my facial mask in one smooth gesture. "Marvelous, Page darling. Now take your shower and dress in the clothes I set out for you. Do your makeup but leave your hair in curlers. I want to comb you out myself." The six husbands all can set and style our own hair, polish our nails, do our makeup and make ourselves presentable. However, our wives treat us as their living, life-size dolls so we must tread a fine line to know when they wish to groom us- as on Sunday evenings- or leave us to meet their standards by our own efforts. I knew exactly what look to accomplish with my makeup and I knew that Helene wanted me in an extremely lady-like hairdo created by her own hands. I kissed her. "Thank you, darling. Enjoy your breakfast. I'll be back as soon as I can." I showered as quickly as possible, dressed in a flowered pink bra with matching panties, a pink colored open bottom girdle, sheer beige stockings, tight fitting flowered blouse, tan skirt which fell to my knees and matching tan pumps. Once I had my makeup on I scampered downstairs, arriving just as Helene finished her breakfast. "Good girl," she said with a smile. "Sit so I can do your hair." She removed the net and rollers, teased my hair into a feathery bubble confection and sealed it in place with a large amount of hairspray. As she worked she commented, "I think that you need another perm, darling, so this Saturday I'll have Nadia perm you. In return I'll be giving Ashley the same series of facials I plan to use on you. You two will look just darling wearing matching face creams." I grimaced inside but carefully avoided showing my feelings to my wife. Being permed by Nadia was like medieval torture. It would be an uncomfortable weekend. Wearing the same cement-like facial masks as my friend provided no consolation. "What are you planning for dinner tonight dear?" "I thought about that while showering, darling. I thought for tonight I'd grill some steaks, make a nice tossed salad, baked potatoes and those apple dumplings you like so well for dessert. Planning ahead for Wednesday I thought that with your permission, I'd make beef Wellington for Calandra with roasted green beans, a rice pilaf and angel food cake for dessert." "Marvelous, darling, simply marvelous! I approve of both menus. You are just the most wonderful househusband a woman could have. There, now your hair is lovely. Enjoy the time with the girls. I must get going to the office. Calandra will be minding you today so if you need anything just ask her. Now kiss me." I stood to kiss her and she gave me a deep, passionate kiss while rubbing my girdle-encased bottom. Finished, she gave a love pat on the derriere. "You little minx! You are so sexy! I plan to you give a good workout tonight. I'll be horny all day just thinking about having you in bed tonight. Pick out some naughty outfit to wear. No, never mind. I'll decide what I want you to wear tonight. Be a good sweetie. Bye now." And she breezed out of the door. I heard her Mercedes drive away and with a sigh, settled down to my own breakfast. Greek yogurt, some fresh blueberries and a piece of whole wheat toast with orange marmalade satisfied me. Looking at the clock I saw that I could linger over my first cup of coffee before joining the other husbands for coffee klatch which today was meeting at Mallory's house. I knew he would have one of his delicious coffeecakes for us to munch on as we talked. Shortly before 9 o'clock I joined the others. As we fixed our coffee and took some of Mallory's wonderful cinnamon and cherry coffeecake I checked out the others to see who was being disciplined or preped for something special. Poor Jodey wore capri pants and high heeled sandals but the bulge in his pants and the noise he made as he waddled around made clear that he wore a diaper and plastic pants. We all experience that at different times and all felt sorry for whoever among us endured diapering at the moment. "I'll pass on the coffee this morning," he said. "My Minder doesn't check on me until 11 o'clock and I don't want to be in a soggy diaper for two hours." We understood. Wearing diapers causes enough shame but we have all endured torment when a Minder or spouse put us through an undignified diaper change. "The last time Sabrina diapered me I had to wear them for two days," Mallory commented. "Mine were pinned in place with those little yellow ducky pins and I had baby animal plastic pants with yellow ruffled rhumba panties over them." Jodey laughed. "I'm wearing the baby blue little bear pins with my diaper, pink plastic pants and white rhumba panties with lots and lots of lace. You should have seen the amount of baby lotion and powder Kaia used on me as she did up my diaper. I'm not sure how long she intends to leave me in diapers." "Even a day in diapers can be full of adventures," Ashley commented. "At the end of last month Nadia surprised me one night by diapering me before bed and the next day put me through a whole day of babyish discipline. She left for work early so all day Philena, My Minder that week, feed me baby food and bottles, and between meals kept a pacifier tied in my mouth while I had to play with dolls and coloring books. Each time she changed me she put me in a different little girl dress and led me around the house in baby reins. She kept me in anklets and white baby shoes, tightly laced shut. Put me down for a nap with something in my bottle of milk that knocked me out for an hour. When I woke I was a soggy mess of course and she took forever to change me, massaging me to make me excited, then telling me I was a bad girl and finally milked me by hand. After that I had to suck on one of those hideous training lollipops for a half hour before she put the pacifier gag back in my mouth. Ugh! How I hate those things." Like Ashley, we all hate them. While they are sugary hard candy, they are penis-shaped and we all have endured licking and sucking them as part of being disciplined and trained. Mallory snorted. "Remember ladies that last fall when Sabrina put me through a day of baby discipline, she hinted that sometime I'd participate in little party with a couple of other little girls in diapers. It hasn't happened yet but she is not the kind of woman to forget the promise of such a treat. I wonder which of you will end up walking around our street with me, the three or four of us in baby reins, holding hands and nicely diapered under our rustling petticoats and cute dresses." This brought a groan from Ashley. "Oh god, it was bad enough just in my house." "Well at least you didn't end up in tights, Mary Jane shoes and the little party dress that barely reached past my panties as Helene dressed me last Christmas, if you remember," I added. "You looked adorable at the Christmas party, Page," Gwin added with a smile. He sat sipping his coffee with his hair tightly set on 85 small red perm rods. "It was totally embarrassing! I still blush remembering having to walk into the party," I responded. The thought of being in diapers, petticoats, an infantile outfit and baby reins while walking up and down our street sent shivers down my spine. I hoped that Sabrina had not mentioned the idea to Helene. "What is Pauline planning for you with that perm rod set?" Mallory asked Gwin. "She set me this way list night and plans to keep me in these until tomorrow night. She wants to see what I'd look like with an overall very tight perm so maybe in the salon on Saturday I'll be permed." "Oh my god," I responded. "Helene informed me this morning that Nadia will be giving me a perm on Saturday. I hope Helene won't insist on such a tight perm on my hair. She had me permed like that a couple of years ago and I just hated it." "One way or the other, Page, we may well be perm pals on Saturday," Gwin laughed. "I don't know which is worse, the odor of the lotion or the way Nadia tightens the perm rods on my head." "My wife is just as tough setting hair as perming," Ashley commented. "She makes hair rollers feel like my scalp as well as my hair is wound on them. I don't envy you two." "Brace yourself, Ashley," I answered. "Helene told me that in return for Nadia doing my perm, she is giving you facials such as she is using on me, the ones that harden like concrete and stifle speech. I had to sleep with one on last night." "Oh dear! My poor face! I guess you and I won't be able to share much gossip while our wives make us beautiful this week," Ashley said. "You're being awfully quiet, Dallas. What's happening with you?" Dallas squirmed in his seat. "Hamilton is minding me this week and Verena promised him that he could have me for his pleasure both tomorrow evening and again on Thursday evening. So as usual to prepare me she rammed a large dildo up my posterior and made me wear an extremely tight long leg panty girdle which is pressing the monster further into me. Walking is just agony but sitting isn't much better." "I do not envy you or Jodey servicing those guys," Mallory said sympathetically. "As I often say, that male carbine can be a nice change from the machine-made strap-ons our wives use on use. His manly flesh is not nearly as uncomfortable as this weapon inside me now," Dallas answered. "More than making me ready, it gives happy anticipation of his real and more comfortable tool." "That may be but I'm so glad that I don't have to do it," I said. "Even more so when it comes to fellatio. How can you cope with swallowing his naughty relief?" Dallas giggled. "Probably in the same way you handle the white flowers those lesbians make you suck and swallow, Page. I've grown used it. It's an acquired taste, after all those training lollipops. Besides Hamilton and Brody both are very partial to sissies such as me and Jodey. While they like their share of kinky carrying on, they are always respectful and considerate. Hamilton loves fine wine and always gives me a glass or two after he makes sure that I have swallowed all that he has to give." "As Dallas says, it's a matter of taste and what you become used to experiencing," Jodey said. "The last time Kaia gave me to Brody, last Wednesday, I was in just my bra, corset, red stockings and red heels. He had me gagged with one of those hideous leather gags that hold down your tongue, hands cuffed behind me, a wide butt plug vibrating in my rear and chained to the corset lacing bar in a bent over position, all of which he said was to warm me up. My boy toy was tied into one of the 'pansy pouches' which had 'Property of Kaia' stitched on it. When I thought I couldn't take it any more, like after 15 or 20 minutes, he came behind me and pulled the butt plug out of my bottom. I felt such a sense of relief. He teased me about being wound up and said something like 'I'll have to help you relax, cutie.' From behind he began rubbing my back and stomach and kissing my neck. My pleasure spread through me and I could feel his growing erection against my naked bottom. Without thinking about it, just wanting relief, wanting him to screw me silly, I began to wriggle against him. He said something about how hot and sexy I was and said, 'such a nice inviting ass on the girl' which only made me more eager. I was dancing around as best I could in my chained position, stamping my heels on the floor to show my impatience, my bottom wriggling more against him and wanting to beg him to take me but I could only moan through that terrible gag. I felt him lubricating my opening and suddenly he shoved his whole tool into me and started pumping. The delight was so satisfying. I found myself releasing into the silken bag and at the same time I could feel him releasing repeatedly into me, so heavily into my sore bottom. I thought he might never stop coming and knew I'd be leaking for hours afterward. Oh what total bliss!" He paused. "Though I did have to change my panty liner twice afterwards as I couldn't douche right away. He had me dress in yellow panties and nightie and cuddle with him for a good while." As usual when we shared sexual experiences I saw that each of us was aroused by Jodey's tale of his recent adventure. Each one sat silently with his own fantasy for a few minutes. With vivid mental pictures I remembered the last time I had made mouth music at Calandra's pretty muff and worshiped at Helene's shrine to Venus. Eventually Mallory spoke. "I think our Minders must share with each other and become inspired. Saffi was my Minder for two weeks and on Friday afternoon, with Sabrina's permission of course, took me for her pleasure. I served her a very nice lunch of crab soup and lox with cream cheese on a bagel. She took me up to the bedroom, undressed me and spread-eagled me on the bed the way Sabrina sometimes does, using my pantihose to tie me down. The silkiness of the nylon fabric drives me crazy. I saw her take a pair of my panties and one of my a scarves from my dresser. 'I want you to quit talking, Mallory, and rest quietly for an hour or so, thinking about how I am going to use you for my pleasure. Open wide.' Well you all know how phobic I am about being gagged so I begged her not to gag me. I mean the thought of laying there spread-eagled and gagged for a few hours had me near panic. I begged and pleaded. 'Please don't gag me. I'll be quiet. I promise, Saffi. Please! You know I'll do whatever you wish. I'll be a very good girl.' She gave a wicked grin and said, 'I know you will, honey, and I want you in a quiet and reflective mood.' So she held my nose shut for a few seconds until I finally had to gasp for air. As soon as I did she shoved the wadded up panties inside my mouth, making my cheeks bulge, tied a knot in the middle of the scarf, put the knot squarely over my mouth to hold in the panties and tied the scarf ends tightly behind my head. Wet nylon tastes awful." Several of us laughed. "I know exactly what you're talking about," I commented. "I've been in that exact same position. Helene teases me mercilessly about the funny noises I make when she stuffs a pair of panties in my mouth. Sometimes she surprises me with a panty gag and then when she pulls them out of my mouth I have to sing a song for her." "I don't know which is worse," Ashley added, "a stocking or panties as a gag. Nadia likes to use stockings and then tape my mouth shut." Several of us nodded in agreement. Even though I would never dare try to remove a panty gag, Helene often applies a generous amount of duct tape over my lips. I hate the feeling of the tape being pulled off. "Or one of those hideous penis gags," Gwin said. "Pauline's favorite is an inflatable one which she makes so big that my cheeks bulge way out and I can only breathe through my nose. Those kind of gags seem like special torture." "Or those steel ring contraptions that hold your mouth wide open," Dallas commented. "When Verena makes me wear one of those I feel so totally helpless. A couple of times I peed my panties nervously wondering what she might force into my mouth." We all laughed, thinking of our experiences. "Well I guess I'll be learning about all of those," Mallory said. "Friday night Sabrina informed me that she had planned that whole gag thing with Saffi as she intends to break me of my fear of gags. Saturday afternoon after returning from the salon I had to wear a big pink ball gag while I did my housecleaning and yesterday she used that thick tape to keep my mouth closed from after lunch until dinner time." "I'll bet you looked adorable running the vacuum with that ball gag between your lips," Ashley laughed. "So what happened with Saffi on Friday afternoon?" I asked. Mallory resumed his story. "She left me helpless on the bed, nude, bound & gagged, for about an hour. When she returned she alternated rubbing my breasts with rubbing my crotch. In no time at all I desperately needed relief and was squirming in my bonds trying to reach a climax. She would play with my breasts, then lick between them, down my chest to my stomach and my helplessly exposed inner thighs. When she thought I was ready to come she would stop. I wanted to beg her for mercy but could only make moans and a crazy glub-glub sound. Finally she said how sexy I looked, mounted my shaft and rode me until we both climaxed. But she wasn't done. She blindfolded me, lifted my legs and tied my ankles to the headboard so my legs were in the air and my bottom exposed and she took me with her strap on." "Wow!" Ashley exclaimed. "Mallory I think you win for the kinkiest sex since last Monday's coffee klatch." "I think Jodey's adventure ties with Mallory's session," Gwin declared in response. Eventually we agreed on a tie, acknowledging that both stories made each of us bulge against our pussy panties. While pussy panties are not as uncomfortable as a chastity device, they do pinch somewhat when the wearer experiences a serious erection. Our conversation as usual gave each of us a serious erection. We talked a bit about what to expect at the salon on Saturday. In general we sensed a long day coming as it seemed our wives intended on doing serious beauty work on us all. On days when they put us through extensive grooming they often have one or more of The Minders assist them. We wondered out loud which of our Minders we would see in the salon. Moving on we shared our usual househusband thoughts, plans and concerns, talking about meal plans for the week, interesting sales at stores, the chores facing us, new cosmetics, fascinating articles in the fashion magazines and what outfits to wear to please our wives this week. We adjourned about 10:50, shared our usual kisses and hugs and I returned home. In my kitchen I emptied the dish washer of the things from last night's dinner and the morning's breakfast. After putting them away, tidying the counters and setting out the things required to make the apple dumplings I washed and waxed the kitchen floor. I had just entered the dining room, thinking about what to make for my lunch when the sudden appearance of Calandra startled me. The Minders have keys to each home and come and go as they please. While Calandra is tall and muscular she moves with the quiet grace and noiseless stealth of a cat. I jumped a bit. "Oh, Calandra," I gasped, "you startled me." "Sorry, Page, just checking on you. I didn't mean to scare you. How was your coffee klatch this morning?" "Oh, you know, the usual gossip and girlish chatter. They are a sweet bunch. We are fortunate to have each other." Monday morning coffee klatch remains one of the few times we are unsupervised so to protect ourselves we share very little about it with The Minders or our wives. "I know. I love working for your wives because you girls are so nice. Ms Helene tells me that I'll be watching over you again this week and that you and I are going grocery shopping on Wednesday. Anything else planned for that trip?" "Oh, yes. I have things to pick up at the dry cleaners, several needed items at the drug store, a list from Helene of beverages to buy at the liquor store and there is a sale at Jordon's Shoes at the mall, if you don't mind taking me there." "No problem, Page. Luncheon is in the approved expense budget for that day so I can take you to the Great Wall if you're in the mood for Chinese." "Oh yes! My favorite Chinese restaurant!" I exclaimed. "How thoughtful!" Lowering my eyes I continued. "I'm authorized to prepare dinner for you that evening and to be at your service afterward so if there is anything special you wish, just tell me." I felt my face turn scarlet. "Oh Page, you are so modest. Don't blush. I understand. All The Minders understand." She laughed. "Your reputation is that you are the shyest of the husbands we watch. Saffi, Philena and I all love looking after you for you are so sweet and modest." "That's kind of you to say, Calandra." Taking a deep breath, I continued. "I am planning to make beef Wellington for you. Do you want a particular wine with that? And do you want me to wear one of my maid uniforms while serving? During my service after dinner, is there something particular you wish me to do or to wear?" I could feel myself blushing again. "Wow! You spoil me, Page. Let's select a wine when we are shopping. Don't wear a maid's outfit. How about a pretty cocktail dress with a short skirt and a pair of your highest heels? You have the most beautiful legs. As for your service, I have a new game to play with you. Don't worry. It will be fun for you as well as me. I'd very much like you to wear a corset and stockings while we play." "I'm at your service, Calandra. I always appreciate your gentleness with me. Would you like to select one of my corsets and lace me in it that evening?" I kept blushing and felt quite naughty. Calandra is strong and beautiful, wearing her naturally blonde, slightly curly hair in a short, becoming pixie cut. Trim and fit, she tends to tight-fitting clothes which emphasize her physique. While she can be as demanding as the other two lesbian Minders, she always makes sure that I am pleasured and sexually satisfied. When we are together, even though she exercises total authority over me, we talk like life-long girl friends. In response to my question one time about why the lesbians enjoy sex with us she-males, she replied with a vivacious smile, "Because, honey, you are more like girls than boys and you function like women with very fine vibrating strap-ons. You have cute, sexy bottoms and exquisite tongues. We three agree that having one of you girls between our thighs, worshiping our sweet place, is the best we have ever known. The four of you are some of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. And you in particular, Page, have the sweet personality of a submissive and very femme lipstick lesbian. When you service me, you make me feel like the grandest butch around." Strangely, her answer pleased me. While I never have control over when my wife will give me to her and I never can select our sexual activity, I do usually look forward to servicing Calandra, even when I know ahead of time some of things she will have me do. So I felt a small joy that she liked the idea of putting me in a corset for whatever else she planned. "Oh, you naughty girl," she laughed. "That would be lovely. I'm already looking forward to the day. Now, on a more serious note, Ms Helene asked me to check on you. Did you have a bowel movement yet today? She told me that you didn't have one yesterday. We don't want our pretty girl constipated and uncomfortable, do we?" I grimaced for I had a fairly accurate idea of what was coming. "No, I did not yet today. But I am sure that I will before the day is over," I stammered. "I'm not uncomfortable and I don't have any symptoms . . ." Calandra stopped me. "Page, dear, you know your wife is only concerned for your well-being. And I have my orders. I am to give you a Vita Veggie Herbal Cleanser for lunch and an enema." I blanched. The worse possible prospect for an uncomfortable afternoon. "Both? Really? Both?" She nodded. I felt sick. "Can I feed the Cleanser to my self?" She shook her head. "Will you feed it to me?" I asked, in the hopes of a gentle option. "No, Page. I'm sorry but orders are orders. You are to receive the auto feeding. You might as well remove your shoes, skirt and blouse and let me put you in the feeding chair." I took off my heels, followed by my blouse and skirt as I watched Calandra wheel the monster out of the closet. How I hate that chair and being in it. Once in the feeding chair I am completely immobilized and feel like a helpless infant. Calandra wrapped a protective plastic cape around me and, after seating me in the chair, fastened the restraints around my ankles, thighs, waist, chest, wrists, elbows, upper arms and placed the metal tray around my neck. I noticed how she gently stroked my stocking-covered legs when she closed the cuffs around my ankles and thighs and I winced when I saw her place a quart size bottle of Vita Veggie Herbal Cleanser on the I-V pole. Vainly I had hoped to receive only a pint or half pint. Calandra noticed the look of horror in my eyes. "Brace yourself, honey. Be a good girl. Remember that this for your own good. Just be glad that she didn't tell me to give you a gallon bottle. There is no way around it so the sooner we start the sooner you will be done. Let's go." Meekly I nodded. With dread I opened my lips and she placed the nozzle in my mouth and fastened the strap around my head. With a compassionate smile she turned the valve and a stream of vitamins, minerals, herbs and other "healthful elements" began to be force-fed into me while I could breathe only through my nose as the nozzle holds my tongue down and the liquid flows down my throat. The sensation of being force-fed drives me nearly crazy. The stuff tastes terrible and I could only passively accept as the concoction flowed down my throat. Calandra considerately did not open the valve to its maximum amount so I was spared the hideous choking sensation of a large flow at once but the down side was I had to endure the process longer as the quart bottle seemed to empty at a slow pace. As soon as the bottle reached empty, Calandra turned the valve off and removed the nozzle from my sore and unwilling mouth. "There you are, my dear, all done. That wasn't too bad, now was it?" she asked. To myself I thought Easy for you to say. That wasn't in your mouth with that awful stuff pouring down you throat. Out loud I said, "I'm glad it's over with. Thank you for undoing the nozzle so quickly. The bad part is that I'll be running to the toilet all afternoon peeing all of that stuff out. Can you do the next quickly? Please? I hate having enemas." "Certainly, honey. Upstairs and undress, quick like a bunny and show me that pretty rear end of yours." In minutes I lay face down on the bed, wearing only my bra. I couldn't and didn't look at whatever size enema bag she was using on me. I feared that I would scream or cry if I did. Ever so gently she massaged my bottom and carefully inserted the enema nozzle. Almost immediately I felt the warm soapy water filling my bottom. I tried to think of something relaxing or beautiful but I kept feeling the increasing pressure of the enema and dreaded what came next. The amount of warm, soapy water that was filling me continued to increase, even when I felt already full. I sensed my stomach extending and thought I was going to break apart if the flow didn't soon stop. Just in time dear Calandra declared the enema bag was empty, removed the nozzle, helped me into the bathroom even though I was so full I feared I might release before I sat on the toilet, and afterward she seated me on the bidet to clean myself. When I had the strength to get up, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed her. "Thank you, my most gentle Minder, thank you for taking such good care of me." "It's my job, little one, and I love taking care of my four beautiful she-males. Hurry and put some clothes on before I do something dangerous." I blushed again and scampered to my dresser and closet to pick some clothes. But she and I both knew that under the rules, as My Minder that day and for the week, she was well within her rights and duties to toss me on the bed and have her way with me. All she would have to do was tell Helene that as My Minder she sensed that I needed such a workout. I exist as a sex object to satisfy my wife and My Minders. While I appreciated her kindness in refraining, part of me regretted that she declined to hump me. Yet I also knew that not having sex during the day and having been force-fed the Vita Veggie Herbal Cleanser for lunch would make me all the more eager for my wife to take me after dinner. By the time Helene came home I would be unbelievably horny and begging her to screw me senseless. Such is the fate of househusbands. After my pussy panties, I put on a pair of pink floral panties, a pink bra, a high waist firm control panty girdle, thigh high honey-colored stockings, a white blouse with black flowers, a pair of black capri pants and a pair of tan peep toe booties with 2 and ? inch heels. Calandra watched as I refreshed my makeup, then turned me around, lifted my head and gave a deep, passionate kiss. "You look lovely, honey. I know that lunch and the enema were unpleasant but you were a very brave and very good girl. I'll make sure to tell Ms Helene. I must visit two other lovely girls but I'll check back on you later this afternoon." With that she left as quietly as she had come. My afternoon filled up with doing laundry- washing, drying, sorting, folding, putting away and doing some ironing. The horrible Vita Veggie Herbal Cleanser caused me to make eleven trips to the bathroom to pee and one additional bowel movement. Laundry finished, I baked the apple dumplings, put the steaks in a marinade, tossed a salad and stashed it in the frig, prepared the potatoes for baking and selected a bottle of wine to go with dinner. I had just finished putting my hair up on hot rollers when Calandra returned, catching me in the bedroom. "My, my! I do love a pretty girl with her hair in curlers. You know I love the way you look with your hair up in rollers, Page. It's just so feminine, so sweet. " As earlier, she pulled me close and kissed me deeply. When we broke the kiss, she looked at me with a wicked grin. "I do believe that my cute dependent requires a bit of regulation by her Minder. Don't you agree, honey?" I returned her smile with one just as naughty. "How could a poor, defenseless girl, all girdled and curlered, disagree with her big, strong Minder? What can this weak little thing do for you, my muscular and demanding Minder?" In mere minutes she had her pants and panties lowered and I was on my knees between her thighs. Carefully she controlled my rhythm with her grip on my set hair, guiding my mouth and tongue to just where she wished. She found me more than willing, for I love being in that intimate spot, tasting and licking her sweetness. When she commanded, "Use more tongue" I readily complied. Calandra clamped her smooth, muscular legs more tightly around me as she exploded with an orgasm. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "Look at the pretty girl between my legs! What a good girl she is and such a miraculous tongue she has!" Another powerful convulsion shook her lovely body. When calm returned, she said softly, "I do believe my dainty she-male has earned some relief. Take off your shoes, capris, stockings, girdle, panties and pussy panty, then pull your girdle back up." I did as she ordered, wondering what exactly she had in mind. Standing behind me, she pulled me close to her and began to massage my breasts right through my bra. I felt my nipples press against my bra and my penis begin to push against the fabric of my girdle. "My, look at that! My fetching little creature has a strange tenting in her girdle. Let me take care of that." She put both hands across the front of the panty girdle and vigorously massaged my privates. "Good god," I moaned. "Please don't stop." "No, darling, I'll not stop." She pressed even harder until I gasped and felt myself explode in the confines of my girdle. "Hhmm! My little one will have another piece of hand laundry to wash. I will make certain to inform Ms Helene that her girl was properly regulated this afternoon." "Thank you, Calandra. I truly needed that." "I know, honey, so did I. I'm just a Minder who loves the responsibilities of my job. You, Page, need to dress to welcome your wife home and finish your meal preparation. Have a wonderful evening. I'll check on you in the morning." Again, she left as quickly and quietly as she came. Alone once more, I began dressing to please and seduce Helena. Strangely enough, my session with My Minder made me want my wife even more. In my former life, when I was a single man, I would not have felt such desires after an afternoon of sex. Whether it is because I have become a she- male or wear women's clothes all the time or accept my forced submissive role, lacking all my independence or enjoy living in my neighborhood or because I have just meekly resigned to my life as a sex object, I can not determine. But I knew with certainty that I anticipated a full evening of having Helene wag my bottom, tether my tool, fix my plumbing and overall infemurate me. Back in my pussy panties, I donned a pair of baby blue nylon panties, wiggled into a rigid all-in-one baby blue foundation, attached sheer black stockings to the garter tabs, wriggled into a skin-tight black sheath dress which fell to just below my knees and slid my feet into a pair of shiny black stiletto heels. Looking carefully in the mirror, I applied my evening makeup, giving special attention to my eyes and my lips, after which I removed the rollers and feathered my hair into a lady-like do which Helene would admire. A dose of hairspray finished my hair, a pair of long dangling silver earrings completed my look and perfume applied to key places made me ready to seduce my spouse. The moment I heard Helene entering the house I ran to her arms. She kissed me with a series of deep, passionate kisses and intense hugs. Once she seated herself at the table I began to serve our dinner. Exactly as I hoped, Helene loved the meal and complimented me on my cooking. We finished the meal in a leisurely manner, taking our time with a glasses of brandy and cups of coffee. My wife looked across the table at me with her eyes full of lust. "Yes," she purred softly, "tonight you are mine completely. Tonight you are going to be my sexy, obedient little nymphet from that pretty hairdo down to your cute little toes. Once we finish our coffee, I want to you go upstairs and put on that silky pink half-cup bra, the pink garter belt, pink stockings and the pink pansy pouch that says 'Helene's little kitty' on it. When I come upstairs I want to find you on your tummy, pillows elevating your bottom, the pink satin blindfold over your eyes, a nice thick application of pink lipstick on your mouth, the pink ball gag resting on the night stand within my easy reach. Any questions, kitten?" "No, my darling," I answered, "I'll be at your pleasure." Just listening to Helene talk made me aroused. "Oh, Page, my beautiful little tart, so have me so excited tonight! I'm going to knock you up right royally, occupy every opening you have, work that sugar stick of yours until it's bone dry." She gave me a salacious smile. "You love being my dutiful concubine, my own special painted woman, my pliant trollop, showing off your buxom bosom and wiggling your ass, don't you my dear?" I smiled back at her. Ever since I first met her, step by step she formed me into her living doll, her own special sex object. Periodically, just as on this night, she reminds me that she owns me, body and soul. Whatever reservations I once had, whatever fears had haunted me, whatever macho resistance I might have mounted have mostly disappeared. I find her desire of me intoxicating, her total mastery of me arousing. As always I longed to be under her. "Yes, my darling, I do love being your concubine. I love it when you talk dirty to me. You have made my panties wet and bulging in that way of invigoration." I gulped the last of my coffee. "Your painted, pliant and petite trollop will be upstairs and ready as you require in only mere moments." "Good girl! Get going," she ordered, lust burning from her beautiful dark eyes. She gave me a firm but playful smack on my bottom as I scooted past her. Once upon a time, in the distant past of my wasted youth, I would never have said and done such things. Such thoughts of resistance or resentment bother me upon occasion. Yet when they come, I rationalize that I live a better life than I would otherwise live. I cannot imagine any other situation in which all my needs- food, shelter, clothing, friendship, recreation, education- are met and I could regularly have so much sexual activity with beautiful women such as my wife and My Minders. My complete surrender is a fair price to pay. In mere minutes I rested in the bed, on my stomach, dressed as ordered, my bottom elevated, my eyes blindfolded. I heard Helena preparing herself, breathing heavily as she inserted one of her two-sided dildos into her strap-on. Wordlessly she knelt over me, applying a generous amount of lubricant to my entrance. When I felt the tip of her dildo touching my soft tissue, I spread my legs, saying obsequiously, "I am ready for you, your grace, you and your large beam." Helene laughed and pressed the dildo against me with a bit more pressure until I felt it start sliding into me with its substantial hardness. As she worked her way further into me, she asked "How does that feel my little pixie? Starting to have that womanly feeling of being filled?" "Yes, my countess, I am starting to feel quite filled," I replied with a grunt. "You have a very large spout." "Can you guess which pole I'm using on you, my compliant pixie?" As she pushed further into me, I moaned and sighed. "My best guess, your ladyship, is your nine inch tool." I grunted again. "Very good, my pretty. You are well educated. And you love to have your she-male pussy filled, being skewered like the good tart you are, don't you dearest?" With a deep grunt, I answered as best I could while coping with the increased pressure from her efforts as she began thrusting in and out. "Yes, ladyship, my she-male pussy was made for your pleasure." We househusbands have frequently compared notes on the sexual practices of our wives and our Minders and see the pattern. Regularly our women question us in such ways, part of disciplining us, part of shaping our minds to right thinking and as regular reminders of our wedding vows to be obedient to our wives and women placed in authority over us. Continuing to work on me, Helene commented almost casually, "My pretty bride, you do seem to be a bit tight in your cunnikin. I think you will have to wear a butt plug for awhile to loosen you up for my larger tools." The comment was merely another testing, another assertion of Helene's ownership of me. After fourteen years of marriage with numerous hours of wearing a plug or a dildo, my bottom could accommodate any size toy she desired to use on me. However, as a well-trained and dutiful spouse, I answered as Helene expected. "I'm sorry not to have been more careful, my dear. You're quite right. What remedy do you recommend?" "I'll say a word to Calandra. I think having her put a hefty plug in your derriere, or maybe an inflatable dildo, while you are shopping on Wednesday should solve your problem, honey. A few hours walking around on a pair of your nice high heels, and your tush in a nice, inordinately tight girdle will do splendidly, opening you up correctly. She can test your tush when you service her that evening and tell me what she thinks." Helene rubbed my bottom. "Of course, if you are uncooperative she would have to give you a good spanking and I know you don't want to be sitting in the car with a sore bottom as well as a big, bad plug inside you. So I can count on your obedience, can't I my girl?" Between moans and grunts I murmured my assent and thanks. The prospect of being taken in my derriere by Calandra secretly excited me. Also, I would not object to a hand spanking from her but if Helene told her to use a paddle or strap I would suffer and be uncomfortable. Calandra has strong, powerful arms and a time or two in the past has blistered my bottom so I agreed to be totally obedient. My good girl response stirred Helene to increased action, sliding in and out of my bottom with renewed vigor. I whimpered and squealed as I wiggled under her, causing Helene to tighten her grip on me. "You are all mine, you dainty trollop," she whispered almost hoarsely. "I love the feel of you squirming like this, unable to escape my love, receiving what is your due. This is the moment to thrust home." With that she pushed forward, putting the monster completely inside of me. I squealed loudly and bucked as I felt her reach orgasm. Her climax made me all the more excited and I felt my release filling my pansy pouch. Helene gave me a few moments to calm down before she turned me over, pushed herself up onto her knees, carefully removed her strap-on and spread her legs on either side of my head, her special womanly sweetness poised mere inches above his face. Although I remained blindfolded, I knew from her position and the scent of her exactly what she wanted me to do. Wanting to please her, I placed a hand on each hip and pulled her down toward my lips. I could smell the fragrance of her sex. When her womanly grotto made contact with my mouth, I knew from much practice to instinctively probe between the soft folds of her tender flesh with my tongue, tasting her uniqueness, her strong desire, and her beauty and she purred in response. A few flicks of my tongue made Helene arch her back. My tongue slipped inside of her and flicked back and forth before I began gently sucking. Hungrily I lapped, and sucked and as Helene obviously enjoyed my efforts, my own excitement re-ignited. Her hands moved to the back of my head and she pulled me into her depths. Faster and harder I licked her as though I could not get enough. My tongue and lips kept industriously working until I felt her legs tighten dramatically around my head and her whole body stiffened. I heard her cry out, felt her pulsing against my lips, her body shake with an orgasm as I tasted her, sweet and warm. "My God, darling! You are wonderful. I have trained you well, Page," she declared. Helene relaxed for mere moments, then ordered me to open my mouth. She put the ball gag in place and cinched it tight. Blindfolded and gaged, I quivered with anticipation, wondering what was next. I heard her rummaging through the drawer of her night-stand and soon felt her place the fur-lined handcuffs on my wrists. In another moment she removed my pansy pouch and wiped my shaft clean with a smooth cloth of some sort. I sensed her using leather straps to tie my ankles to the foot of the bed and she commenced to stimulate my privates with her deft fingers. Quickly I grew erect again and when my length satisfied her, she mounted me and rode me with savage skill. "That's my painted lady, my private hussy! Give me all you have," she demanded. Shivering, I released into her, feeling her reach orgasm once again in minutes after my eruption. "That's my good girl," she laughed, "but I want to be sure you haven't held back from me, my sweetie." Helene released my leg restraints but keeping my eyes covered and my mouth silenced, she made me stand up, bend over and grab the bottom of the bed. She attached the suction cup of the "Little Bovine Home Milking Machine" to my tool and turned it on. I detest being machine milked rather than manually milked by my wife or My Minder. That machine makes me feel like a witless animal. We husbands call it the "mindless milker." Additionally, I knew Helene could, if she wished, keep me attached long enough to grow erect and ejaculate once again. Helpless, I could only grunt through my ball gag and involuntarily wiggle my bottom. "I love watching you bouncing and jiggling while the machine works on you, my dear. An extensive machine milking once in awhile serves as a good reminder that you are not only my private painted harlot but a pretty little diary cow to be milked, milked in any way I deem fit." I felt the pressure of the suction cup increase and knew that Helene had adjusted it upward. She allowed the appliance to suction me for twenty-five minutes and sure enough I yielded more of my masculine milk. As I knew she would, Helene snickered. "Oh, you naughty girl! You didn't give me all that you had." There was no point in trying to argue as the ball gag silenced me but even were I free to speak, I could not dissuade her from the discipline that was certainly coming. She detached the machine, stood me up and recuffed my hands behind my back. When I was sprawled over her lap, she tied my legs together with a leather strap placed just below the tops of my stockings and another tied tightly around my ankles. With my arms completely out of the way and my legs clinched together Helene rendered me quite helpless and prevented me from much struggling at all. However, when she has positioned me like this, she enjoys my feeble attempts to kick my legs, flail my arms and struggle to move my bottom out of range as I remain completely helpless so I know that as soon as she starts spanking me, I need to squirm and strive to resist or the number of strokes will increase until I do make an effort. That night the utensil of choice was the flat side of her hairbrush. By the 12th swat I was moaning through my gag, waving my handcuffed arms as best as possible and kicking my legs fruitlessly in the air while wiggling my bottom. After 35 smacks my rear stung and burned and Helene, satisfied with my squeals and girlish resistance, stopped the spanking. As usual, despite my unwillingness, the spanking gave me a sizable erection. "Had enough, sweetheart?" I nodded vigorously in agreement. "You know giving you a spanking hurts me more than it does you but I can not tolerate any refusal of any of my sexual demands. That is not what the truly submissive spouse does, is it honey?" Again I indicated my total agreement. "I know you don't like being in the bottom up position across my lap but I will when necessary remind you of exactly why you are in the position you are at the moment, and what you ought to do to avoid a repeat performance. I know that cute tush of yours is tingling and sore right now but I must emphasize that you, not me, are responsible for the condition of your bottom. Understood?" I signaled my consent. "Good girl, Page. I know you definitely would not want me to have Saffi administer a spanking, do you?" I squealed and shook my head. Calandra could and had bestowed erotic spankings upon my rear but several times over the years, at our wives' orders, Saffi meted out blistering spankings to each husband to the extent that it was hard for us to sit for days afterward. The winter before last I had to wait quietly and watch her thrash Ashley's bottom, wincing at each stroke of the thick leather strap and aware that shortly the same number of blows would fall on my tender flesh. For three days afterward, Ashley and I gladly wore diapers over our very sore buttocks which were soothed with plenty of baby oil. Each man feared a spanking from Saffi. "I understand," Helene declared. "So I know that you will strive to be a yielding and obedient spouse in the days to come. I see that my administration of justice has had the desired effect on you, my pretty dairy cow." With that she took a silk scarf and worked it over my erection until I climaxed, which came in less than two minutes. That completed, Helene undid the straps, handcuffs, blindfold and gag. I went into the bathroom, changed in a purple baby doll nightie, refreshed my lipstick and mascara and came to bed. Helene massaged a rose-scented cream on my sore bottom, then mounted me and rode me until she reached orgasm. Eventually, we settled into sleep, her arms wrapped around me. As I drifted off I wondered about the emphasis on being a submissive spouse. I did not know of any particular rebellious thing I had done. I would have to try to communicate with the others. If all the wives were conducting such a campaign it could only mean they had some major item on their agenda. Could they be preparing to hire a new person to The Minders? What would the rest of the week bring? To be continued. Of course, it must be continued. This was only Sunday and Monday. What lies ahead for the she-males and sissies?