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PRIMROSE'S PATH by Throne
It was a warm Summer evening and the modest house at the end of the cul
de sac, right in front of the woods, had light shining from an upstairs
bedroom window. From outside it presented a picture of suburban
contentment but, if you could see inside, something very different was
happening. Since we CAN peer through that window, and even enter the
room unseen, dear reader, we can witness what is taking place.
"I don't understand," Perry said in a small nervous voice. "Every other
time when you've gone out... with your friend... I've just stayed here
and done my housework. And read those stories you picked for me on that
fiction site."
"And now you're ready for the next step," she said, sounding perfecty
reasonable. "That's why someone is stopping by to stay with you for the
evening."
"But... but..." He couldn't think of any good counter-argument. That
wasn't surprising because his wife Shannon had been steadily breaking
down his male personality, eroding his confidence, enslaving him
sexually, and feminizing him for the past two years, since right after
they got married. He sighed and said resignedly, "Yes, dear."
She looked him over and decided, "What you have on right now will be
fine. No need to change, Primrose."
He despised that feminine version of his real name, which was Perry Ross.
Glancing at his reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the
inside of the open closet door, he felt the anger that had started to
rise suddenly vanishing. How could he possess any forceful emotions
while looking this way? He was wearing a loose pink blouse that featured
a floppy red bow at its neck. The blouse was tucked in under a wide
black plastic belt that ran around a short red skirt with pleats. His
legs were mostly covered by white knee socks that had images of cherries
all over them. On his feet he had pink and white shoes with red plastic
bows and two inch stacked heels. It didn't help that he was short, had
fine features, and lacked any semblence of muscle tone. His hair was
not very long but had gel on it, which allowed it to stay swept up in the
front.
Perry sighed and let his narrow shoulders sag. "It's just that I don't
want anyone to see me like this. I mean, Jake sees me whenever he picks
you up. But not some girl I don't even know. Or..." He shivered at
what he was thinking. "... or is it a guy?"
"Actually," she said with an impish smile, "I'll let you decide about
that."
The doorbell rang and Shannon pointed in that direction, indicating that
he should answer it. He headed there, feeling uncomfortable. No matter
how many times he was around Jake, the shame never lessened. But when he
opened the door he got a shock. Standing there, looking down on him, was
a tall figure with a feminine hairstyle but a broad angular face whose
mannishness could be softened only so much by artfully applied cosmetics
and the blond curls around it.
In a soft but not very high voice the newcomer said, "Hello there. You
must be Primrose. I'm Violet and I'll be your... guest... this evening."
Violet had on a long belted coat that covered everything but her
stockinged ankles and high heels. Perry licked his lips nervously and
stepped aside. Violet whisked past and greeted Shannon by name. The
feminine figure shed that concealing coat to reveal a mid-thigh length,
sleeveless dress with a chain-link belt. The dress and her shoes were
blue. She turned slowly in a full circle to give Shannon a better look.
"I like it," Perry's wife said. "But I'd need it in a smaller size."
Violet pointed at herself, where a padded bra gave the illusion of modest
breasts and added, "With a bigger bust."
Shannon was rather busty. They both laughed. The startled husband
realized that he was going to be spending several hours in the company of
what had to be a crossdresser. Violet might have had a more masculine
build than him but she was the more naturally womanlike in posture,
movements and body language. Shannon sat on the sofa and patted the
spot next to her, where Violet promptly put herself. Shannon asked
Perry to get them each a glass of wine and, to his surprise, one for
himself. When he returned with the three drinks on a tray, along with
the bottle, Violet was describing her friend Priscilla, who was learning
ways to be more girly.
Shannon said, "That's the path I've got my Primrose on but she needs some
help. I want her to be able to... engage... with others."
"I understand. It would enable her to fit into that new situation we
discussed when you stopped by the club to talk with me."
"Exactly. I mean, she has the general idea but needs to have it all look
less concious, not forced. Like you. And she has to be more relaxed if
there are any... physical encounters."
"But the sweet thing still identifies with her male past. Right?"
With a shrug Shannon conceded that, "Even after having no body hair and
wearing panties every day for the last year and a half, she still
imagines she's not meant to be a flagrant fairy."
Violet giggled musically at that term. "I've dealt with the type before.
You leave everything to Aunt Violet."
They each took a sip of their white wine. Shannon gestured to her spouse
and reminded him that it was alright to have some, too. He delicately
took the stem of the third glass between thumb and forefinger and raised
it to his lips, which were colored by the slightest coating of lipstick.
His eye make-up was understated as well. Without being obvious about it,
Violet observed everything the uneasy man did. She noted how he stood,
where he put his free hand, even the placement of his feet, which were
just the slightest bit too far apart. Then she indicated that he should
sit alongside her, and couldn't miss how uncomfortable he was being close
to another feminized male, one who was happy in that guise.
The visitor let one thigh make contact with Perry's leg. He flinched and
drew away. Violet realized this was going to be a challenge... but a fun
one. Shannon had said in advance that her husband knew better than to
disobey. A loud knock sounded on the front door. Perry sprang to his
feet, delicately set down his glass, and went to answer it, hips swishing
but, Violet considered, maybe a bit too much.
When Perry opened the door, Jake was grinning down at him. He winked
broadly as if they were conspirators, instead of the taller man being the
one who was making a cuckold of the other. Perry cringed and stepped
back as Jake moved purposefully away. When Perry returned to the living
room his bride was standing, sharing an embrace with her lover, the two
of them enjoying an unhurried kiss. Violet was looking on approvingly,
while Perry felt the usual distress that always accompanied his wife
being with Jake. The feminized husband knew all too well that, before
the evening ended, the pair would have terrific sex.
Shannon introduced Violet to Jake, who offered a gentlemanly handshake,
while the crossdresser eyed him hungrily. Then Jake mentioned that they
had dinner reservations and should leave right away. Perry looked on
with worry written all over his face. He didn't want to be alone with...
in the company of... under the power of... Violet. But a few moments
later that's exactly the situation he was in.
"So," Violet said with a smile. "Are you going to offer ME a glass of
wine?"
"I... I'm sorry. Would you like some? Yes? I'll be right back."
He went to the kitchen, relieved to have a least a few moments to
himself. He felt so out of control of what was happening. How could his
wife do this to him? And what had they been referring to earlier, about
engaging with others and having physical encounters? He didn't like the
sound of that. His hand was shaking so much as he poured that he got
some wine on the side of the glass, which he was quick to wipe.
When he returned and gave the drink to Violet, she (let's just refer to
her that way) accepted it gratefully and indicated a spot alongside her.
Even though he didn't want to, Perry sat. He picked up his glass and she
offered hers in a toast. As the glasses clinked she spoke.
"To new friendships." Violet took a sip. "And new adventures." She sat
back and sighed. "Now honey, I want to see you walk around the room.
And relax. I'm not going to bite you. Unless you want me to."
As he rose and took a few tentative steps, he was glad he had on
unchallenging shoes. If those had been three-inch spike heels, he would
have been even more stressed out. As it was he circled the room slowly,
aware of each movement he made. Violet's practiced eye noted that he had
the basics down right, but there was room for improvement. Besides, she
wanted him to also be able to 'femme it up' if the new circumstances she
was considering for him worked out.
After he had taken a few tips from her she got up and went to him, arms
opened wide, for a congratulatory hug. He accepted it uneasily and she
felt him tremble. Violet intentionally pressed her crotch against him
and he was alarmed to feel that, unlike himself, she was well endowed
below the waist. Perry shuddered but didn't pull away. He inhaled
perfume, a mix of hers and his own, feeling woozy.
"You must untense," she advised, running a hand up and down his back.
Her fingers strayed lower and gave his bottom a brief squeeze. "Nice
bum. I can't wait to see it in something that shows it off."
Violet chuckled, sounding female and male at the same time. She stayed
there for several more moments, while he begged wordlessly for it to be
over. When she at last released him he moved back cautiously, not
wanting to let his unease show, and especially not wanting to do anything
that would be reported negatively to Shannon.
"Now, my pretty Primrose, let's see you strike a few poses. First, hands
on hips and... with that cute outfit you're sporting how about... bend
forward a little at the waist and... hmmm... stick out your tongue."
Utterly shamed, he did it anyway. She grinned at the picture he made, a
study of sissy sexiness mixed with visible discomfort. That could have
its uses. She imagined him at the exclusive club where she was employed
and got a tingling sensation as she visualized his discomfort and the
customers' resultant delight. Violet let him hold that unwanted pose
while she walked around him. Then she thought up a half dozen other
postures for him to strike -- butt thrust out, sucking his thumb, hugging
himself while sticking out his lower lip, hands over where his breasts
would be if he was a real girl, crouching and opening his mouth like a
pole dancer, hands over his crotch and eyes half lidded as if in the
throes of ecstasy -- taking lots of time and allowing him a little wine
between moves. Violet tried not to be obvious about it as she
surreptitiously topped off his glass every time it started to get low.
Somewhat aided by the alcohol, Perry put a bit of extra effort into
assuming the final poses. That last one he extended an extra half minute
as he rubbed his fingers over his genitals and licked his lips sensually,
until he looked at Violet and saw that she was watching him with a new
and different type of interest. He straightened up and, to brace
himself, drained what was left in his glass.
Seeming to be suddenly struck by an idea, Violet said, "I just thought of
another exercise to help you get in touch with your girly side,
sweetheart. I'm sure Shannon wouldn't mind if we used your bedroom for a
while. I'd like to see it anyway, after all she's told me about it.
Let's go."
As if he was being dragged along by an invisible leash, Perry followed
wordlessly. Somehow his glass had been filled again and he took it
along. His bedroom was a study in pink and rose and white and more pink.
Lots of pink. There was a small canopied bed, meant for a young girl,
with a bedspread decorated by images of princesses and unicorns and
clouds with smiling faces. On the dresser were cosmetics and scents and
two mannequin heads with wigs perched atop them. Pictures on the walls
included fashion models, female pop stars and, to his distress, several
hunky guys with their shirts off. The latter group also all featured
unsubtly bulging crotches. Sometimes if Shannon sent him to bed early
while Jake was visiting, so they could have 'grown-up time', she
instructed her husband to stare at those male pin-ups and think about
what it would be like to touch all that exposed skin, feel those firm
arms and chests, and maybe go further.
"This room is so, so, so pretty, Primrose. You must be thrilled every
time you're in here."
"Y... yes, Ma'am."
"Now why don't we try some more poses. With you on the bed. And I'll
just sit on the edge of the mattress so I can reposition your arms and
legs if I need to."
With a flock of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, Perry did
as she said. He lay on his side, tugging down the hem of his brief skirt
and keeping his thighs tightly together. Violet smirked at his display
of innocence and took up her spot near him. Too close for his comfort.
She reached out and patted his calf reassuringly, then let her hand
linger there for a moment. He squirmed inwardly but tried not to let
what he was thinking show.
"How about..." Violet said with the tip of one index finger on her smooth
chin. "...if you lie on your back with your legs bent and place your
fngertips lightly against your ears. Kind of like you're thinking about
something pleasant. Like maybe one of those muscle boys you put up on
the wall."
He wanted to protest that those photos hadn't been of his choosing, but
was too overwhelmed even to speak. He meekly put himself where she
wished and moved his hands into position. Violet leaned toward him and
made a small adjustment to one of his hands. She leaned closer and
placed a feather-light kiss on his cheek. He felt his features grow warm
and knew he was blushing furiously.
Violet whispered, "It's alright, honey. Honestly. Here, let me prove it
with more of the same." Suiting her actions to the words, she kissed him
again, this time just as slightly, but on the lips, adding, "See, that
didn't hurt. Now did it?"
He whispered, "N... no."
"And neither will this," she assured him, pressing her mouth firmly
against his.
The contact between their lips lasted only seconds but to Perry it was
like minutes. He was shaken up, with even the effects of the wine not
completely offsetting his discomfort. Violet stroked the bare underside
of his thigh gently, then leaned in for another kiss, but this time her
tongue entered his mouth and touched his own. He moaned and blinked his
eyes, trying not to make any move that would be taken for acceptence or,
worse, encouragement.
"Now there, Primrose," Violet said, sitting up straight. "That was nice,
wasn't it?"
He could only manage a hushed, "Yes." Perry didn't want her kissing him
but she was being kind about it, not forcing him or anything. And after
not being allowed to kiss his wife since the priest had said, "You may
now kiss the bride", part of him welcomed the intimate closeness. But
not with a guy. Not even one who was so feminine. Perry was straight,
he reminded himself. Violet was... something else. This shouldn't be
happening. And yet. And yet. She pushed him up into a sitting
position, took his glass from the bedside table, and fed him its entire
contents before letting him recline once more.
Violet slipped a hand up under his skirt and placed it firmly against his
crotch. She massaged his small penis expertly through the bikini-cut
panties he wore and he let out a shuddering groan. Against his will, his
little dick began to grow. She massaged it expertly and it rose to its
full, thought unimpressive, length. Violet delivered another kiss, this
one with plenty of tongue action and, despite himself, Perry responded in
kind. They stayed that way for a few minutes while he shoved his hips
upward, seeking more of the exciting stimulation she provided. Violet
gave him just enough to keep him under her spell, but not enough to send
him over the top. He was really susceptible to a few glasses of wine.
Low tolerence. Typical sissy sub.
Her talented fingers crept upward. He was disappointed to have them
leave his dick but, when they found one of this nipples through the soft
material of his blouse, he forgot all about that. The new sensation she
caused was electric. He wriggled under her expert ministrations while
she lavished more deep kisses on him, also nibbliing his ear and biting
his neck. Then she got up on her knees, straddling him, and unbuttoned
his blouse completely, at the same time flipping up his skirt in front so
she could press her big cock against his much smaller version of manhood,
the two lengths seperated only by their thin panties.
Perry kept telling himself this was all so wrong, yet it felt so right.
He at last started to form words of protest, except that was exactly when
Violet's mouth reached his nipples, first one and then the other. If
having her fingers on them had felt amazing, experincing her lips and
tongue in the same locations drove him to complete distraction.
He was under her sensual spell and she knew it. Violet slowed down,
keeping him simmering but not allowing him to boil over. Her mouth and
hands roamed freely, teasing and tickling, never letting him regain
control of his thoughts, keeping him in a haze of arousal. She asked in
a husky but erotic voice if he wanted her to stop. Part of him did want
that but his libido answered in the negative. She was free to do as she
pleased, Violet congratulated herself as she eased downward. Her fingers
went under the elastic waist of his panties and gingerly lowered them.
Perry's stiff dick popped free, amusingly small but well formed. She
blew on it lightly and he quivered. Violet was actually a size queen,
agreeing with the idea that bigger is better, but a girl has to do what a
girl has to do, and she had until the end of the evening to take Perry
where he needed to go.
He was whimpering and taking deep shuddery breathes when his member was
suddenly swallowed up and possessed by a warm wet mouth. He wanted to
object and almost managed to do it, but then she reached upward and her
nimble fingers found both his receptive nipples. Perry mewled loudly and
gave in to the inevitable. Violet smiled while still sucking his
miniature cock. It was so much fun to seduce and ravish a straight guy,
as she knew from experience. Kinky, kinky, kinky.
With lots of practice behind her, Violet was able to keep taking him to
the brink and then backing off, over and over, while his sexual
temperature remained at its peak. The pleasure he was receiving was
unlike anything he had ever known before. He didn't want it to ever
stop. She disengaged for a moment and raised her head just enough that
their eyes could meet.
"Primrose," she said silkily. "If I keep on making you feel good and
than finish you off, you ARE going to do the same for me. Aren't you?"
Her fingers didn't stop toying with his sensitive nipples while she
spoke. "Mmmm?"
He could only answer, "Yes," because his mind was deep in the sissy zone
and was temporarily out of touch with what remained of his masculine
self.
Violet's skilled mouth went back to work and she took him through several
more peaks and valleys of edging. At last, while he panted and made
small plaintive sounds, she began to suck with added energy. It didn't
take long before he shot his limited load. He hadn't been permitted to
finish for a long time and Violet thought that added to the flavor of his
spunk. There wasn't much of it from his undersized balls, but it was
yummy. She kept her mouth locked around him until he had ridden out a
long descent from the summit.
Being bigger and stronger than him, it was easy for her to sit him up
with his legs over the side of the bed. She dropped her panties and he
saw Violet's pubic hair, shaved down to just a narrow 'landing strip',
and her male parts, which were enviably large. She put her hands on the
back of his head and drew his face forward until his lips were touching
her shaft. It began to grow at once and she told him softly that he
should kiss it. He smooched the underside several times and caused it to
swell to a full seven thick inches. Under her tutelage he licked, took
the fat head into his mouth, sucked and swirled.
"That's right," she said soothingly. "Suck, swirl and swallow. You're a
natural, Primrose. Don't think. Just let your sissy instincts take
over. Don't stop, sweetness. Flick the tip of my cock with the end of
your tongue. That's my girl. Keep it up. See if you can take in a few
more inches, baby. Ohhhhh, yes. Now work your head forward and back.
Use your hand to play with my balls. Be gentle, dearest... it's my first
time." Violet laughed at that obvious untruth. "Don't rush me.
Remember how long I kept you going."
Perry told himself that he was confused. That it was the wine making him
do this. And that he was afraid of Shannon punishing him if he
disappointed Violet. Or maybe even Jake making him pay. He didn't want
to end up over Jake's firm thighs, his soft bottom in the air, with the
big man spanking him hard and making him weep. Perry told himself all
that while he kept mouthing that hard meat, tasting Violet's pre-cum. He
kept his eyes closed as she grew more vocal. It was really going to
happen. He was going to suck her off all the way and have to gulp down
her cream, which he was sure there would be plenty of.
She stoked his hair and murmured to him as her passion continued to
mount. When she orgasmed it wasn't violent, just her cock pulsing and
ejaculate filling his mouth, running down the back of his throat, sealing
his fate as a sissy cocksucker. He felt like he was spiralling downward.
Hot tears ran dover his flushed cheeks. Sperm leaked from the corners of
his colored lips. He sniffled. It was his initiation into a new life.
After it was completely over, Violet snuggled against him, bringing her
face close to his. She kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting her tongue
into his mouth so that each of them tasted their mixed cum. She
whispered calming words to him as he continued to sob. She loved that
she had taken his oral virginity but also wanted him to remember this as
postively as possible. After all, she intended for him to be doing it
often, with a variety of cocks, once he began his career at the club.
A few hours later Shannon and Jake returned. He looked well satisfied
and she appeared well banged. They found Violet on the sofa by herself.
She held a silencing finger up to her lips and signalled them closer.
In a hushed voice she said, "Everything went fine. He's sleeping like a
baby in that charming bed of his. I drove him crazy when I gobbled his
little dick, then had him devouring mine like a real slut-in-the-making."
She smiled proudly.
"So," Shannon wanted to know, "do you think he'd work out at the club?"
"I'm sure. He'd make a perfect server, going from table to table half
naked, with all the guys ogling him and stuffing dollar bills into the
front of his posing strap. A lot of the customers get off on sissies who
have tiny dicks like Primrose does. And they won't be able to keep their
hands off her divine ass. She'll do great, serving drinks at first and
then, after she gets broken in, serving cocks."
Shannon laughed and Jake grinned. Perry's wife wanted to know, "You
really think you can turn him into a full-time man-swallower?"
"He'll get plenty of on-the-job training from the other girls. I can't
wait to see him when he meets Black Dahlia, Cherry Fizz, DD Dolly, and
Chubby Cheex. They'll all give him tips on blowjobs... while he's going
down on them."
"How far do you think he'll get into his new role? Will he become a
total fairy?"
"No. I've seen his type before. He'll stubbornly cling to his male
image of himself. That's the beauty of it. He'll get further and
further into being girly, servicing guys, and performing with the other
bad ladies in sex scenes on stage. But he'll never commit entirely, and
that'll keep him feeling ashamed the entire time. When the clientele
realizes that he's one of those, some of them won't be able to wait to be
with him, make him do nasty stuff, and have him in group action with
them. He's going to be a big hit but he's going to hate it as much as he
likes it. Perpetual conflict. Always wanting it and then regretting it
afterwards."
"That's ideal," Shannon said with a malicious glint in her eyes. "I
can't wait to get him started. How about tomorrow night?"
"No, we'll begin on Monday evening. Slow night. I want to keep moving
him along in baby steps. He was easy to manipulate while I was here but
I don't want to overload him. Let me bring him along gradually. Keep
him off balance about who he really is and why he gets turned on by men
pawing him and pushing their tools into his mouth. Like I said, his
guilt will be a great selling point."
"Guilt." Shannon savored the word as if she could taste it. "This is
going to be so much fun." She turned to Jake. "And it'll have me turned
on all them time, transforming him into a super-sissy. So you'll get the
benefits of that. I'll want you every night."
He told her, "And you should try that other idea I had. After we screw,
your pansy husband should eat your pussy while it's full of my sauce."
She said, "Why not? He'll be getting plenty of that to eat at work, so
one more serving won't hurt."
Violet nodded. "And letting him have that much contact with your body,
even though he'll be slurping down sperm while he's doing it, will give
him a lifeline to his male sex drive, and make it that much harder for
him to live his new sissy life. Your Primrose is going to spend a lot of
years going down her new path."
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