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I heard her come in and slam the door. It must have been another
frustrating day at work. My wife, Michelle had taken a new job about six
months ago and it had been a complete change from her previous job. The
work itself was exactly what she wanted, in line with her advanced
degree, with lots of theoretical problems to solve, as well as the
practical ones where she adapted the research results to everyday uses.
But the other employees were so hard to adjust to. They were all
egotistical, difficult to work with, and often interfered with her
projects. Because she was a woman in a male dominated field, everything
she did was suspect to them. The atmosphere of distrust and disrespect
soured every day for her at the job. It seemed like every day they made
snide remarks about her: her looks, her ideas, and her attitude. They
were constantly putting her down no matter how good her work was, so her
self-confidence was always taking a beating. Plus, her boss failed to
police these conflicts or back her up. All the power seemed to rest with
her male associates and they would not let Michelle exert any control or
make decisions outside of her own laboratory. So she was torn between
loving her work and hating her associates. But she was determined not to
let them drive her from what she had sought for so many years.
Luckily I had a low stress job, which although it paid well enough, did
not pay up to the level of her job and caused me little to no grief. My
boss even let me go part-time as needed, as I wasn't the lead sales
person on his staff. Seeing as I was fine, I decided within days of
conflicts surfacing at her workplace, that I needed to be the
counterbalance to the aggressive, disrespectful men at her work. So I
went overboard in the opposite direction. Every day I strived to be more
accommodating and agreeable. After a few weeks of accommodation, I had
seen positive signs that my efforts were making work for her more
tolerable, so I continued to take steps to reduce her stress and allow
her to continue doing the work she loved.
These changes were not without consequences for our relationship however.
I knew I was becoming more submissive and subservient with each step. I
could see her expressing her power in our marriage; the power she wasn't
allowed to exert at work. Some of these changes were mild, for example, I
intentionally became a listener first rather than a talker. I nodded my
head and responded with agreeing comments when she verbalized her
frustrations. Rather than offer a solution, I just acted as a sounding
board so she could vent. For a man that was unnatural, as we want to
solve problems when presented. But I learned not to offer to help, but
support; knowing I was behind her completely helped her forge ahead. That
was what Michelle needed, so even if it also led to me taking a backseat
in our marriage, it was worth it. I now deferred to her on all decisions.
I asked her for help, more so her permission, to make even minor choices,
such as what meals to cook for the coming week. Of course, she also made
all the big decisions. Michelle now ran our finances, giving me a small
household allowance, which compensated for her funding battles at work. I
also willing assumed all the household chores, doing every task that was
at all menial in tone. Again this choice compensated for the disrespect
that her co-workers gave to her. I had purposely elevated her at home, so
she was now totally in charge, with king-like control, even more powerful
than a queen would exert. This submissive behavior had extended to both
our sex life and my personal attire.
Before she took this job, we had a normal sex life. We shared oral
attentions, although I knew she wasn't totally pleased with giving me
blowjobs. When we fucked, it was usually in a missionary position, with
me atop her or doggy style, with her ass up and head down. Soon after her
frustrations surfaced from work, I began to give her more oral sex,
coaxing her into letting me kneel between her legs or have her sit
astride my face, until she climaxed several times. I simultaneously
abstained from requesting a return of oral favors; even turning down her
offers, until she no longer made the effort to reciprocate. Similarly, I
steered our fucking away from our usual positions to ones where she was
on top, controlling both the pace and direction of all of the actions. I
noticed as I shifted from a dominant or co-equal partner to a submissive
one, that she began to release more of her pent up feelings and often
talked dirty to me, calling me her little bitch or her pussy hungry boy.
It wasn't infrequent that she commented on my small cock size, although
it was really normal in length and girth, and telling me that I was lucky
to be able to have sex with a woman at all. Lately, the transition had
included her telling me to lick her clean after I came. She also made it
a point to have me kiss, lick and virtually worship her ass as a sort of
reward for allowing me to orgasm. But at no point in this change did she
ever not express her love and desire for me; it was just now she was the
one driving our sex life; she was the dominant partner.
The change in our sex life led to a surprising and unexpected change in
how she wanted me to dress. The first time I thought it was just a lark,
a quirk of how our lovemaking had gone that night. After we finished, she
slipped the frilly lace baby doll, a gift from me, which she had removed
when she sat astride my face, onto me. Saying maybe I would enjoy looking
cute for her. I had slept in it and then kept it on to please her the
next morning when I made her breakfast before work. As had become my
custom after she finished, I knelt behind her to kiss and tongue her ass
until she was ready to dress. My willingness to worship her that way
always gave her a bit of a power jolt to take to work for the battles to
come that day. Later that day, as I was washing the dinner dishes, she
came up behind me to nibble my neck and fondle my ass. She whispered in
my ear that she felt like some sex, and suggested I go slip into my
frilly nightgown for her. Our sex that night was great and she seemed to
relish feeling me through the silky material.
The first time she brought something home just for me, I was caught off
guard. It was a frilly panty with lace panels and a bow in front in a
light yellow. She told me she'd enjoyed seeing me in my pretty nightgown
and thought this would look cute too. I could have refused, but I could
see in her eyes that this was more than a simple request. If I wore it
for her, it would signal my acceptance of her being in charge. So I wore
it the next day to work and later when she stripped it off me, I felt
like she was laying claim to me, almost an act of ownership. The
feminization continued as a gradual process, with her taking me first
through wearing lingerie, mostly panties and nightgowns to more complete
outfits with bras and stockings, and finally to short skirts, heels, and
frilly aprons. At every point, she would gauge my resistance, an
examination of the strength of our relationship. Every time, I gave her
the implied feedback that I would do whatever she asked.
Michelle's wardrobe had shifted to more gender neutral outfits, mostly
pants, blazers and button down collar blouses. Her lingerie choices were
also kept simple, mostly plain color cotton panties and bras, which were
functional but not adorned with feminine touches. Hers shoes were
exclusively flats, loafers, or athletic shoes. These clothes helped make
her appear somewhat masculine or gender neutral, as her body was trim,
not very curvy, and her breasts were barely a full A-cup. It was not lost
on us, that I was now dressing more like a plaything for her. My outfits
were colorful, with lace, bows, and other feminine touches. Even my work
clothes had shifted to women's pants and blouses. Also in contrast to
her, my lingerie aimed to highlight my narrow waist, bigger hips, and
with large forms, a big bust. At home, I always wore heels and carried
myself in a feminine manner. As my clothes became exclusively female, she
encouraged or more accurately insisted I shave myself, with only a narrow
strip of hair about my little Simon, as she called my penis. Other
changes seemed logical as my outfits were entirely feminine; a short
sassy hairstyle, light makeup, pierced ears, and wearing her favorite
perfume complimented my attire. My conversion to a more feminine
appearance directly correlated with improved coping by her of her job
stress, so it was a small price to pay. As we went along, I purposely
sought to become more and more feminine and submissive, while she took to
being more masculine and dominant. Although these traits are not
necessarily linked, for her expressing her masculine side and being
dominant, helped her prepare for her battles at work. Similarly, having
me more submissive and expressing a feminine caricature reinforced her
strengths. We both knew that society had difficulty dealing with
aggressive women and reluctant men. By pairing our changes, it gave her
the strength to go forward. The reversal in appearances served to
highlight her position of control in our marriage; effectively she became
husband and I wife.
So it was no accident that day, when she came home angry at work that I
was poised to rush in to boost her ego and mollify her anger. As I heard
her stomp into the living room, I headed her way. If I had thought about
it, I would be impressed at how easily I now walked, nearly ran, in my 5-
inch heels. Michelle had taken a fancy to seeing me in them, as it gave
me a nice wiggle and kept my stride short and sexy. But I was capable of
moving quite quickly, using a long stride often seen in models on the cat
walk. It was even more remarkable given that I was carrying a tray with
her preferred cocktail on it. I had learned that a quick drink when she
arrived home help her transition from the stress of work to the calm at
home. She had just dropped her briefcase on the table and had a frown on
her face, but seeing me swishing toward her with a drink made her smile.
"Welcome home, honey. Here's your drink. I can have dinner ready
whenever you are."
She took the drink, and I leaned in to kiss her lips. I had learned to
never ask about work. If she wanted to talk about it, she would bring it
up. My best approach was to be friendly, eager to please, and happy.
After she probed my mouth with her tongue, she broke off the kiss, sat
down on the couch and took her first sip.
"I really need this, Simone. If it wasn't for the research I'd tell those
assholes to shove it. But let's not get into that now. I'd rather enjoy
the view and relax."
I smiled back at her and stood there for a moment. Michelle had made it
clear that she enjoyed seeing me all dolled up and I had come home early
from work, so I could get ready. I was wearing a sleeveless white eyelet
top, a short flared skater skirt in a pale blue, and matching blue pumps.
My coordinating lingerie was all in blue satin, with a 36 D-cup bra
holding silicone forms, waist cincher with garters, and white stockings
with a ruffle around the top. The set came with a pair of panties, but I
wasn't wearing those now, just my normal chastity cage and a large
princess plug with a shiny royal blue jewel. I used to think it was
coincidence that her favorite color for me to wear was blue, but now I
knew she loved having me look like a girl in boys blue. I let her gaze
over me a bit, and then rotated on my toes, doing a little twirl. Just
enough of a twirl to lift up my skirt so she could see I wasn't wearing
panties. Facing her again, I watched her take a big sip of her cocktail.
"Yes that is what I needed to see, my pretty little slut waiting for me
here at home."
"Of course, honey. I'm always here for you. Do you want to eat yet or
wait a while?"
"I guess I'd rather wait, I'm not really hungry."
"Well then, a package came for you in the mail today. Do you want me to
go fetch it?"
"Yes, that sounds good."
I spun around to go, making sure to move fast enough to lift up my skirt
so she could see the twinkle of my blue princess jewel. I walked away
slower this time, allowing my butt to twitch as I walked. Picking up the
package, I returned to the couch, and handed it to her. She took out her
pocket knife and cut off the tape sealing the end. Pulling out the
contents, she opened the inner box and smiling took out the item inside.
She held it one hand, rotating it to look at it from several angles,
while she finished her drink. Looking at me, she winked.
"Well slut looks like you got an early present. Do you think you can
handle it?"
"Oh yes, honey. I'd love it."
"Then get it lubed for me."
She handed me the item, a thick dildo, in a light flesh tones, featuring
a sculpted shaft and penis-like head and a realistic bulging sac. At the
base was a short, wide plug designed to fit inside her. Wrapping my
fingers around the shaft, so my French manicured nails looked like
decorations on the prize, I took the thick plug into my mouth, running my
tongue over it and leaving it wet with my saliva. While I sucked on her
toy, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them and her briefs down in one
smooth movement. Naked now below the waist, she took the dildo from me
and worked the thick plug past her labia so it filled her vagina. The
long cock-like dildo now jutted from her body. She stroked it lightly and
again winked at me.
"Okay bitch, time to play. Get in position."
I stood up, rotated slightly so my ass was toward her now. Placing my
knees on the heavy coffee table, I leaned forward so my ass rose up in
the air. My skirt slid down my back revealing my cheeks framed by the
garter straps and stocking tops with the jewel on the anal plug
glistening. I reached around and grabbed the blue jewel with my right
hand. Pulling it out, it made a popping sound as the thickness of the
plug passed my anal opening. I had already lubed myself and Michelle
wasted no time in placing her new cock head at my ass.
"Oh my gawd, Mitch, let me have it please. I need it please, don't play
with me, I'm dying to feel you inside me."
Using the masculine nickname I had given her, I pleaded and wiggled my
ass against the head which had already begun to slip inside my stretched
out opening. Michelle moved forward to stick it in an inch or so. She
reached under me with her hands to grope my fake boobs and nuzzled my
neck sending goosebumps over my body.
"Damn bitch, you have such a fine ass, just made for fucking. I love your
tits too, nice and big. Maybe if you keep being such a good girl we can
get you some real ones, nice big bouncy D-cups. I'd love to be able to
suck those nipples. So keep me happy, you understand?"
Michelle stood back up, released my forms, and then grabbed both sides of
my waist. She pulled me back towards her as she plunged the fake cock
further into me. The movement made a squishy sound as the lubricant in my
ass allowed the thick cock to enter easily. The sound was accompanied by
a low guttural moan from me that I made without even thinking about. I
was used to reacting to her aggressive moves to signal her that I loved
being taken by her.
"You like that slut? You need my cock don't you? You love to feel the
power of it as I pound you. Come on show me how much you want it."
She moved forward pressing her new cock deeply inside me. The width was
nearly equal to the jeweled plug I had worn earlier, but this did not
taper down but was thick the whole length. But I was taken by the moment
and pushed back against her and wiggled my ass to show her how much I
needed it. Michelle set up a rhythm, plunging in and out of me. The
sensations overwhelmed me and I dropped my head so it rested on the table
and raised my ass even further as a sacrifice to her The pounding of my
ass by the dildo and the back and forth motions were also effective on
her as the plug inside her stimulated her labia and rubbed her clitoris.
She increased her pace, pounding my ass with more energy and force. The
fucking motion had stimulated me so much, my locked up cock was now
oozing cum as she got more and more excited. Finally she reached her
climax and buried the cock fully in me as she convulsed with her orgasm.
Her sexual tension released, she slipped the plug out of her, leaving me
in a heap on the table with the large dildo still rammed in my ass.
Stepping back, she grasped my ass cheek and squeezed it firmly.
"That was wonderful baby. I think I'm ready to eat. I'm going to change
into something comfortable. You clean yourself up and then bring me
another drink and get dinner on the table."
Michelle slapped my ass before she walked away toward our bedroom,
leaving me behind. She was now relieved of her stress and frustration
from work and I knew I had provided what she needed. Standing up, I
pulled the massive cock out of me and thought of what she had said. I
knew I would obey whatever she wanted for me. As I headed to the kitchen
to clean up, I wondered if my life would change significantly if I had
real breasts. My boss had gotten used to me appearing more feminine, but
would he say anything if I scheduled a vacation and then came back in
with big boobs? I shook my head as if to clear it; I knew that whatever
decision Michelle made for me, I would comply. It was my positon now to
please her and to reinforce her at every turn. I understood the power
dynamic in our house and was happy to be the one who charged up her
batteries for her to take on the world.
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