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The Down payment! By Sissie Maid Cuckold "What the Hell!!! ... Timothy! Get your ass in here!!!" Tim was in the bedroom making the bed when he heard his wife Constance scream out and call him. He quickly scurried into the kitchen and saw the scowl on her face. She had been much more assertive as of late and her expectations from him had dramatically increased. He didn't know why and he was not about to ask her. She could rip him up and down with just a stare. He knew she was mad so he simply said, "What honey, is something wrong?" "IS SOMETHING WRONG?" she screamed. "Yes, SOMETHING is wrong. Why are there dirty dishes in the sink?" "I, I, I just got home five minutes before you did dear and I was making the bed, I know how you hate an un made bed dear." "Why did you just get home five minutes before I did? You should have been home at least 45 minutes before me?" "Well Mr. Jefferson made me stay after work and clean up a mess that someone else had left. I told him you would be mad if I were late and he said he didn't care, I was to clean it up." "Oh, he did, did he? Well we will see about that. He may be your boss at work but I am your boss in life, you got that runt?" "Yes Dear, I know you are, I, I will get to them right now sorry they were not done before you got home." Constance gave him a dirty look and a half nod and left the kitchen to her husband and his duties. While he was doing the dishes, she returned and he became nervous as to why. "Timmy dear, I know you say you know I am your boss in life but today's events don't seem to back that up. Marie, at work, you know her... well she and I have been discussing husbands and their domestic commitment problems in marriage. It seems her husband doesn't always know that she is the boss either. Well anyway, she has come up with an interesting solution and after what I just heard about your boss, I think I will follow her lead and apply her solution to you." Tim knew who Marie was, Constance had told him horror stories about what she put her husband through, spankings, corner time, addressing her as Ma'am and other things that seemed way over the top to him. So, this announcement terrified the pathetic backboneless husband. "Marie says she makes her husband wear her panties so he doesn't forget who wears the pants in her house. And I am thinking right now that her idea has great merit. So, I have decided you will wear my panties from now on so you are sure to remember who is boss. So here, put these on, these are the ones I wore today, no sense getting a clean pair dirty, you can wear my worn ones each day." Tim looked at her in total disbelief. This was way too much. He may be a milk toast husband but he was not going to stand for being pushed this far, no sir ee! "Honey, you don't really want me to do that. I am a man and I should wear men's underwear. I know you are my boss and I won't forget, ok?" Constance looked at him with an incredulous look. She could not hardly believe her husband was taking a stand and actually standing up to her. It intrigued her and her look of curiosity confused Tim because he was sure she would be mad. His confidence rose and then he said, "It's ok dear I see you have had a bad day. I'll finish the dishes and be in to rub your feet for you shortly." Constance took it all in, took a breath and knocked him to the floor with one punch to the side of his face. She stood over him, she being 5'10" and Tim only 5' 3" and her eyes glowed red, according to what Tim saw! Constance had been an athlete all her life while Tim never was. He had volunteered to be the High schools team manager, basically a lackey who did all the menial stuff and that is how they met. Constance enjoyed ordering him around and he seemed to like being ordered around so she continued it after the sports were over. But now he lay at her feet wondering what went wrong. "First of all, Timmy boy, you are NOT a man. I didn't marry you because you were a man I married you because you are a wimp and do what you are told and that serves my purpose for having you around. Second of all, you WILL wear the panties and now, because of your back talk, a bra every day all day no exceptions or else! Third of all, don't you EVER talk to me like that again or I will remove what you think makes you man so there is NO MORE confusion on your part...are we clear Timmy boy? Now get naked and put on these panties while I go and get you a bra to wear. I do believe we will have no more misunderstandings as to where you stand in this family and who owns your sweet little ass." Tim was dazed and confused but he knew better than to argue with his wife. One time when he had mouthed off to her in front of a couple of her girlfriends she kicked him so hard in the nuts in front of everyone that he collapsed and nearly blacked out. But like any upstanding pussy whipped husband, Tim said under his breath after his wife had left the room, "I'm just waiting for the right moment." His ego satisfied that he was still the man, he got up and took off his clothes like a proper pussy whipped husband and put the panties on. Tim was poorly endowed, another source of irritation for his wife, but the panties imparted a strange feeling to him causing his 4" dickette to get very erect. He was surprised and amazed and stood there looking down at the tent it made as his wife walked in. Constance noticed it right away and let out a giggle. "I see your little wee we likes my panties but how do you like them?" Tim may have been less than manly even at his best but he managed to say, "Oh, they feel just fine, sort of like I expected I guess." Constance just shook her head allowing her pathetic husband to save face. "Turn around, put your arms in these straps, stand still. Now turn around. Ok you are going to need to tuck that little thing between your legs, I don't want my panties stretched out." "But how I don't know what to do?" "I guess just twist it back between your legs and snug up the panties and see if it will stay." Tim tried and finally got it back there. It hurt some making it do that but the pain was subsiding and it was going to a semi soft stage. Just as Tim finished up and looked up at Constance, she took a photo. "Bu, bu, but why are you doing that, I don't want anyone to see me." "Oh, too late for that I sent it to Marie so she could see what you look like in panties and a bra, I am sure she will really enjoy seeing it. And don't worry I doubt she will send it to more than a dozen friends," then she laughed and Tim did not know if she was kidding or not. Seconds later her text messaging beeped that she had a text. She looked at it and read it to Tim. "Look she has seen it and says, Love it Constance, great step. I will forward to the club so they can all see. Maybe we can have our husbands get together for a play date in their panties and bras." "But Constance, you should not send a photo of me out like that, what will people think?" "Well Marie thinks it's a great first step so sounds like she is quite good with it. I like the idea of a play date with you and her husband, don't you?" But Constance, we are grownups and we don't play, that's for children. Hey...didn't you say she only made her husband wear her panties? Why is she saying bra and panties, no way that would be way to humiliating, no way." "No I told you she made him wear her panties so he knew she was boss, she has gone way beyond that Timmy boy, way beyond that!" "No way?" "Oh really, would you like me to add nylons and a corset to your attire for tomorrow or do you think you are ready to obey me and stop sassing me?" "I, I didn't mean it dear, I'm sorry this is plenty good...don't you think?" Constance stared at him for a moment and then said, "Guess we shall see, but just know that the cure for your problems is feminization. I can have Marie explain it to you if you like. Any infraction will add one or more feminine items to your ensemble, are we clear?" Tim's eyes got big and he knew he better comply. "Yes honey, we are clear." The bra and panties made him feel different, sort of more submissive for some reason. So, when his wife said, "here I want you to wear this apron over your bra and panties for now, so I can enjoy the view," he complied without objection. The bra was not padded but had some stiffness to the cups and as Tim stood their doing the dishes he could not but help notice that it looked like he had breasts. The Apron from the front looked sort of like a dress. Thinking about this made him feel very funny inside and quite submissive. More submissive than he had ever felt toward his wife. It was as if she had pushed a button and turned him into someone else. He could not seem to get his mind off of it and when he got done with the dishes he walked in front of his wife to get her to notice. He wanted to discuss this with her but did not know how. He walked in front of her and told her the dishes were done and that he was very sorry for the delay and that he appreciated her helping him remember his place. "Well I will tell you Tim, I have been looking for an excuse to put you in panties and bras for some time. So, you simply provided the opportunity today. I have known for some time this is what would be best for you but I have been procrastinating on doing it. But now I am very happy you are and you will remain in them at all times except when showering, is that clear?" "Yes Ma'am." Tim wondered why he said Ma'am and hoped Constance didn't notice but she did. She smiled and said, "Good, you are learning, Marie said it would change you very quickly. Tell me and tell me honestly. How do they feel now that you have been in them some time?" "Well...honestly I am not sure, they make me feel funny in my tummy. I sort of kind of like them I guess, they make me feel really close to you and make me think about you constantly. They are nice I guess but I don't quite get why they make my feel like butterflies in my tummy." "Those are all good things Tim. The butterflies will go away in time according to Marie. But the idea is for you to think about me. I want and like it when you think about me. I am your boss and it upsets me when you give priority to other people, this should help you to focus on only me." "But, my boss at work. I mean he could fire me for not doing what he wants me to do." "Yes, that is true but you only make minimum wage Timmy, you do janitorial work, you can get that anywhere at that wage. Besides if Mr. Jefferson gives you a hard time you do the right thing and obey me and I will have a talk with him. Besides I got a huge raise at work today so your income means nothing." The last remark made Tim feel even less manly and important. His income meant nothing? What a put down, but he simply accepted it and acknowledged she was right. Was it the bra and panties? He felt less argumentative and more subservient he knew that but it was sort of confusing. "Come over here and lay over my lap, I want to check out your panties." Tim did as she said and she rubbed his bottom which Tim emjoyed. Then her fingers worked between his legs and felt his little dickette and played with it. Tim did not want it to ever end. She never did this for him. Anytime her hand was near his dickette or balls it was to smack or pull them, never anything pleasant. "My, my it's so tinny, can you actually get it far enough out in front of you to use a urinal or do you sit to pee?" She asked as if it were a standard everyday question. "It's long enough, its tucked so it doesn't seem as long as it is." His man hood under attack once again making him feel inferior. Constance continued to play with it and felt it grow a little signaling he was quite excited. "Stand up a moment I want to get something." She left Tim standing there and went to her side of the bed and took out a magazine of nude men with big hard cocks and returned to the living room. She had Tim assume the same position and she continued to stroke and tease him. She had great lovers while in school and then after. Tim didn't know she had cheated on him but she had, she simply could not be satisfied by his little dink. She also had a dildo, 8" and very thick that she would use while looking at the photos of big hard cocks in the magazine. "Tim, I want you to see what real men have for cocks just so you understand what the difference is." She then opened the magazine and gave it to Tim to look at. He was amazed that she had it and even more amazed at how big the cocks were. "Timmy, if you could pick anyone of those cocks to be your own to fuck me with which one would you pick, take your time I am going to grade your choice." As she kept teasing him he looked through several times until he found one that was 10.5" long and thick as his wrist. He told her which one and she took the magazine back and looked at it. It was a magnificent cock and one she would have gladly allowed to take her. Tim was getting really close to a climax and Constance didn't intend to let him cum so suddenly she stopped and smacked his bottom and told him to get up. It shocked Tim and he did what she said losing his climax edge instantly though he still remained in his sexually induced stupor. Now go and get your ironing done. Bring the board in here so I can watch you. She smiled at Tim which was not all that common of a thing for her to do and Tim smiled back. Maybe wearing her panties and bras was going to be a good thing, he thought. Tim got the Ironing board and moved it to the living room of to the side of the TV which Constance was watching. Tim was not allowed to watch TV so he made sure he was in a position so as not to be able to see the TV. Constance had taken away his TV viewing when they got married. She told him that it was to addictive to males and he had better things to do with his time. Tim then got Constance's laundry and began to iron the items. Every once in a while, Constance would divert her eyes from the TV to Tim and when they made eye contact she would smile at him. Each time this happened Tim would feel delight. His mind would go back to her stroking his little dickette through his panties and he would try to think of ways to get her to repeat it. When Tim had finished doing the ironing, Constance told him to massage her feet. "You know Tim, I enjoyed playing with your little dickette earlier, did you enjoy it?" "Oh, yes Ma'am, very much so." "That's the second time you have addressed me as Ma'am tonight...I like it...I think I will have you address me that way all the time from now on. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Very good Timmy, I have also been thinking I may have been somewhat unfair to you over the past three years of our marriage and I am going to change that right now. From now on when you are good you will earn points and when you get enough points you will earn a reward. How does that sound Timmy?" "Very good." "Very good...what...very good..." "Oh, ah very good Ma'am?" "Yes Timmy, always use the title Ma'am in your sentence when addressing me. I'll let this one go but from now on if you forget you lose a point, do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Very good, you just may turn out to be useful after all. While you are massaging my feet, I want you to describe and tell me all about that wonderful manly cock you picked out earlier." "Yes Ma'am, ah, well it was a really big cock and looked like it was really hard. Oh, and it had really big veins on it. It was circumcised and I guess was 10.5 inches long which is huge." "Yes, especially compared to your little dickette huh honey?" "Yes Ma'am, it was a lot bigger than mine." "What would you do with a cock like that if you had a man cock like that?" "Oh, I guess I would try to fuck you with it Ma'am?" "Oh, you wouldn't need to try if you had a cock like that Timmy, that's a real man's cock and I would be begging you to fuck me with it. Your only problem would be keeping enough energy to fuck me as much as I would want to be fucked with it." Tim thought about what she just said and it made him feel small and weak. "So, you really would like it if I had a cock like that Ma'am?" "Would I? You can bet your life I would. I have never had one quite that long or that thick but sure wouldn't mind trying one that size out." "How, how, how big have you had a cock Ma'am?" Tim asked truly fearing the answer because he had always thought his wife was a virgin and totally faithful to him after marriage." "OH my, I guess about 8.5 inches and nearly that thick was the biggest one I ever had, it was quite nice and he certainly knew how to use it." "I, I, I thought you were a virgin when we met Ma'am?" Constance looked at him and laughed, "No silly, I was not but this was after we met that I enjoyed his great cock, probably still would have if he had not transferred to a college in North Carolina." "You mean you had sex with a guy while we were dating?" "That's one minus point Timmy, you forgot your Ma'am. Yes, he was the quarter back of the football team and he was a hunk." "Sorry Ma'am, I forgot, but that was Tyrone Washington and he was Black!" "Ya, so, he had a great cock and he knew how to use it plus he didn't care that you and I were dating. The cock you picked out is a Black cock so what's the big deal?" "But It was just a fantasy not something real like Tyrone, Ma'am, I mean you really had sex with a Black guy?" "It all starts as a fantasy Timmy, and yes I really had sex with a Black guy and if you must know Black men, they are really great at sex." Tim was hurt and he was pouting and feeling sorry for himself. "Then why didn't you just marry a Black guy and have great sex all the time?" "That's another minus point..." "I don't care, you don't love me and you lied to me!" That's another minus point and I do love you and I never lied to you, I never told you I did not have sex with other men. And the reason I didn't' marry a Black guy was they would not do the things you do for me like massaging my feet, ironing my laundry doing dishes and other housework. I love that about you and if you recall I said I wanted to start rewarding you for doing those things. If that's not love, then I don't know what is!" "Well..." "You better be quiet before you get in any more trouble. Lay over my lap right now." Tim thought she was ready to massage his little dickette some more so he jumped right to it but this time it was different. She told him to put his hands behind his back. He did without thinking and as soon as he did she grabbed them and pushed them toward his head and started to wail on his panty covered bottom. It took Timmy by surprise and it hurt and soon he was crying out to please stop. But Constance did not stop she kept on for an eternity. Finally, after he was sobbing she slowed down but did not quit. She asked him who the boss was. "You Ma'am." "Who has taught you to how to take care of a wife properly?" "You Ma'am, OW!" "Who was it that took the time to play with your little dickette and let you look at real cocks?" "OW, oh OWWW, you, OWWW, Ma'am, OW, OWW!" "And who's panties and bra are you wearing right now?" "OWWW, Ow, Yours Oww, Ma'am, Oww." "And has any other women allowed you to wear her panties and bras?" "No, OWWW, Ma'am." "Then why would you say such stupid things?" "Ow, I don't, OWW, Know, OWW, Ma'am." "I don't think you really love me Timmy, I think that's the crutch of the situation!" "I do, OWWW, I do, Honest, OWW, I do, Ma'am." "No Timmy, if you loved me you would be happy that I enjoyed great sex with real men, you would not try and deny me that pleasure." "But..." "No Buts Timmy, you want to see me be frustrated, unhappy and go without the feelings a woman's needs to be a woman." "I am sorry Ma'am, OWWW, I didn't mean to be that way. I didn't know I was being that way even, OWWWWWWWW." "Now that you know you are that way, what are you going to do to change and show me that you love me as much as I love you?" "I, I, guess I will be glad you had great sex with real men...Ma'am." "That's it, that's what your suggesting will make me happy?" "I, I, don't know what to say, Ma'am, I'm sorry what should I say?" "Well, for starters you could say you are really happy I enjoyed great sex and ask me to tell you about it so you could share in my joy. Then you could suggest that you would love to see or hear me having great sex sometime so you could share in my joy real time. Maybe even recommend someone with a huge cock for me to try out." Tim found these words incredulous but at the same time his bottom was beginning to get really raw and hurting like hell. And at the same time his little dickette was half ways stimulated, for some reason his wife's words were making him sexually excited. "Owwww, Ok, please stop spanking me, its, OWWWW so hard to talk Ma'am, please so I can talk right, OWWWWW, Please or please..." Constance did as he requested and put him on the floor. "Now snug up your panties you look sloppy like that, if you're going to be wearing girl's panties wear them right and YOU ARE going to be wearing them. Now straighten your bra, until you get boobs of your own you may have to adjust your bras a bit. I guess I should take you to the lingerie store and get you bras that fit you properly, maybe padded bras until your boobs grow out. Maybe some firmer control panties to hold that worthless little dicklette tight between your legs." Timmy did as told, his mind caught the boobs remarks and the store remarks and they had an instant effect on him making him feel even more submissive and subjugated. He could feel what little manhood he had in him draining out. He looked at his beautiful wife, truly noticed how short her skirt was and how low cut her blouse was revealing her perfect C cup tits and framing a very beautiful and sexy woman. He suddenly noticed her appeal. She put her hand under his chin lifted it and looked into his eyes. "What is it you want to tell me Timmy, it better be good, I am not very happy with you right now, this seems to be a one-sided thing at the moment." Timmy had tears in his eyes and tears streaking down his cheeks. He was scared, his bottom hurt, he was experiencing very confusing feelings and was all mixed up. He wanted his wife to be happy, he wanted her to love him, he wanted her to touch him more than anything and that twinge in his little tucked penis took control. "I do love you Constance, Ma'am. I guess I was just jealous or envious because my little dickette is so small and those men have such big cocks. You never let me have intercourse with you and then you talk about having it with other men and how great it is. I was just feeling worthless I guess but its ok you had sex with other men you should have the right to be satisfied and I know I can't do that." "Ok, first, when you use my name from now on I want you to put a Ms. In front of it like Ms. Constance, that shows respect, Ok?" "Yes Ms. Constance, Ma'am whatever you want." "Now what about me telling you about my adventures and what about me enjoying other men where you can hear or watch and what about you helping me to find a good sex partner? I can assure you Timmy you will be well rewarded if you do these things in a positive way." "I would like to hear about your adventures. Could we start there, Ma'am and work up. This is sort of hard for me." Constance stared at him a moment and then said, "Yes I guess we can do that. Get back over my lap...not for a spanking...for a reward." Timmy did as told but hesitated not sure he believed his wife or not. She felt his dickette and rubbed and massaged it for a minute or two then started. "I told you I had sex with Tyrone so I'll start with him. His cock was so hard and so big I was afraid to take it almost. But he was so gentle in getting it in he took his time and let me take mine and pushed it all the way in. Here, look at the magazine again so you can visualize what I am saying. When it was all the way in I could feel his massive balls banging against my ass. I felt so full and stretched out it was wonderful. He had his hands under my sweater and bra and was pinching my nipples while he kissed me than tonged me. He would rotate between kissing and tonging me. And then he synchronized his cock to match the tonging. So, each time he thrust in he would tongue me then as he withdrew he would kiss me." She continued to stroke Timmy's tiny cock head as she spoke. "But the best part was really where we were doing it. We were under the bleachers at half time and I could see people feet above me. When I came, I was screaming but no one could hear me because of the half time festivities. It was so hot seeing the skin contrast and knowing the quarter back was fucking my cheerleader pussy. When he came, he squirted cum deep in my pussy, he wasn't wearing a condom and I could have gotten pregnant which made it even hotter. I could feel his cum gushing into me and that made me cum even more. Timmy, wouldn't you have loved to be there to see and hear it all?" Timmy on the edge of cumming was crazy with sex. He hadn't had any from Constance in nearly three years, "yes, I wish I was I want to be yes, it sounds so hot." "That's very good honey, I love you, you are turning out to be a dream husband. To show you how much I appreciate what you said, I am going to buy you a corset and some nylons so you can wear them every day now as well, isn't that wonderful honey?" Tim was so close to the edge he would have agreed to anything so he quickly agreed. "Yes, that's fantastic, thank you Ms. Constance, Ma'am, thank you." "I would really believe how serious you were if you found a man for me to try out and that I could let you listen and maybe watch for being such a dear." "I don't know who that could be, Ma'am." "Tell me about your boss at work, what's he looks like, how tall, how's he built, ever see his cock?" Timmy hesitated and so Constance said, "if you don't want to play anymore its ok I'll stop." Timmy wiggled his butt trying to make more contact with Constance's fingers. "Ah no ah please keep doing it, ah Mr. Jefferson is about 30 or so I guess, 6 foot to 6 foot 1 tall. He's quite muscular. He talks about having women, sometimes even married women, but I think he might just be saying that. I have only seen his cock one time in the men's room. He stood next me and whipped it out and took a piss. It was pretty big, I looked at and then he saw me so I looked away really quick so I only saw it for a second but I'd say it was pretty big." "Well maybe it's time I stop in and talk to him about your responsibilities and that when you're supposed to be at home you need to be at home. What time does he quit for the day and how many others are around?" Timmy was so beside himself. So, close to cumming it was maddening but somehow Constance knew how to keep him on the edge but wouldn't let him go over it. "He quits at 4:00 PM but he always stays a bit after to make sure everyone is out of his part of the building. So, he never leaves until at least 10 after 4 and then like today he stayed until after I left at 4:45." "I see, very good. See how easy that was and I bet you feel a lot better now don't you?" "Yesssss, ahhhhh, yessssss Ms Constance, Ma'am.......Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And Constance let her wimp husband cum. When he was done cumming she told him to stand in the corner and think about everything that had transpired since she got home. "I want you to go over everything, over and over until it is perfectly clear in your mind then I will let you out." "Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am." Timmy was thrilled with being made to cum by his wife. Even if it were a torturous journey to get there, he was very grateful and thoroughly enjoyed it. After a half an hour she called Timmy to her and had him kneel on the floor in front of him. "Do you have it all tucked away in your little brain Timmy? I don't want any further mishaps. We can get along very nicely and you will receive many rewards for so doing or it can be pretty mean and hard on you, it's totally up to you sweetheart." "Yes Ms. Constance, Ma'am, I understand and I want it to be very nice Ma'am." "Good boy Timmy, now run along and get ready for bed. You may go in my pantie drawer and pick out a fresh pair to wear to bed now that yours are soiled. In the morning, I want you to lay out my red jacket and skirt and matching 5" heels and hand bag. I want the light pink blouse as well. Kiss my hand before you go." Timmy did as told and went off to bed as if her were a child. Constance usually sent him to bed around 8:00 PM so he was ready to go in the morning, got her things ready and made breakfast. The red outfit was her sexiest one. It had the shortest skirt and the pink blouse had no top buttons so it exposed her perfect breasts. The five inch heels made her body do very sexy things. He thought about it for a second but it was not that all uncommon for her to wear it. Tim woke up at 5:30 AM as usual, took his shower, got dressed but had trouble putting on the bra. Then he remembered seeing his wife hook the hooks in front then turn the bra around and putting his arms though. He was quite proud of himself for figuring it out! He laid out Ms. Constance's clothes as she had instructed even choosing one of the sexiest bra panty sets she had. His thought was she would like the choice and reward him...well he hoped anyway. He started breakfast and then went and woke her up. She smiled up at him and said, "Good morning sweetie, are we properly dressed?" "Yes Ms. Constance and I even got the bra on all by myself." Constance smiled at and patted him and said, "You're going to be a very good girl...oh I mean boy." Then she giggled. Tim wasn't sure if she was kidding or not but there came those stomach butterflies and a tinge of sexual stimulation. He didn't understand the feeling but knew he better get breakfast on the table. Constance noticed the sexy bra and panties that Timmy had picked out. She wondered if Tim chose them to entice Mr. Jefferson or were they something he wanted to visualize her in all day. She smiled at either thought though and made sure she was ready to confront Mr. Jefferson after work. They ate breakfast and then Constance got in her BMW and left for work while Timmy headed to the bus stop. The day went fast for both of them and just before four o'clock Timmy looked up to see his beautiful wife entering the work area. She looked so hot he could only stare. A coworker whistled and asked Timmy who that was. "She's my wife, Ms. Constance." "Your joking, how did a dud like you get a hot wife like that and why do you call her Ms.?" "Yes, she really is my wife and I call he that because it shows respect." "Ya, well I would rather show her something else, if you know what I mean." Timmy gave him a dirty look. "So, what is she doing here anyway?" "She didn't like that Mr. Jefferson kept me late after work yesterday and she wanted to talk to him about it." Meanwhile: "Hi Mr. Jefferson?" "Yes, I sure am and who are you lovely lady." Constance smiled and blushed. "I'm Constance Tim's wife." Then held out her hand to shake Mr. Jefferson's. "My, My, Timmy never told me he had such a beautiful wife." He took her hand in his but instead of shaking it he kissed it and lingered a bit while doing so. It had its effects. Constance liked the way Mr. Jefferson looked. He was a sexy man and a manly man. The kiss and compliments caused Constance to involuntarily squeeze her legs and she could feel a dampness in her panties. She wanted him and she was pretty sure he wanted her. "What may I do you for beautiful lady?" "I wanted to talk to you about Tim and his staying after work but I know you need to get your workers out of the building so why don't I wait while you do that and then we can talk without interruption. With that she sat in a chair and crossed her legs allowing her panties to flash Mr. Jefferson. Her dress hem being so short her legs were beautifully revealed. She also leaned forward just a bit so he had a better view of her breasts." Mr. Jefferson took in the view and said, "My, My, My, I hope we have a lot to talk about...what about Tim you want him to wait around?" "Oh, no, he takes the buss home, send him on his way we don't need him for anything we are going to discuss and he just may get in the way." She then gave him a coy smile and waved at him. Mr. Jefferson, smiled back and said, "Yes Ma'am this will be fastest these guys ever left the building, now don't you go anywhere, I be right back." Mr. Jefferson got the guys moving and when he got to Tim, Tim asked him if he should wait. The boss told him that he was to take the bus home as usual according to his wife's orders. Then he slapped Tim on the back and told him to have a good night. But strangely his hand seemed to linger on Tim's back like maybe he noticed the bra strap. Tim felt weird and pulled away like he wanted to walk faster. He saw his boss give him a strange look. Mr. Jefferson wondered what he felt and then shook his head as if it were his imagination and headed back to his office where the very lovely Constance waited for him. When he opened the office door the vision he was beginning to think was just a dream was still there right in front of him. "All done and locked up?" Constance asked. "Yes Ma'am, we are the only ones left in this entire part of the building. Now what is it you would like to discuss." "My husband Tim. He came home late from work yesterday and did not have his chores done by the time I got home and that's sort of a problem." "Yes, yesterday we had a forklift dump a pallet of goods and they shattered all over the floor and made a huge mess, he was here late cleaning up so yes he would have gotten home late but I assure you I can vouch for him that he was here during that time." "I think you misunderstand me Mr. Jefferson..." "Roger, please call me Roger, Mr. Jefferson sounds way to formal." "Roger, I like that name it sounds strong and manly. But I digress. I think you misunderstand me. I am not worried about where he was or if he were straying. I don't like it when he doesn't have the chores done before I get home. I hold him to certain standards. He does the house work and I have allowed him to work even though the meager wages he makes are insignificant compared to my income so what I wanted to discuss was if he were going to be late again I would have him quit and stay home as a full-time house maid...I mean house husband." Constance smiled coyly again and slowly uncrossed and then crossed her legs the other way noticing that Rogers eyes followed perfectly. "I see, well I just don't typically know when one of my workers will have to stay late, it's never a planned thing. I rotate them so it would likely be some time before it happened again to Tim." "I see, well is there a sort of insurance policy or penalty that could be paid that would cover him so he did not have to stay late?" She did the leg thing again and made sure to do it slower and more deliberate this time. "What does Tim have to say about this?" "Him, nothing, I make the decisions, all of the decisions. He simply follows orders. You see Roger Tim is not a manly man like you. He does not have your looks, your build or your attitude. If he did he would be in charge. Now wouldn't he?" "He does seem a little underequipped for a woman like you if you don't mind me saying so." "You are so right Roger, so right, but he does keep my house clean and does other things for me that a husband would not normally do. So, what do you think Roger, can we work something out?" Again, with the legs. Rogers cock was beginning to grow and become noticeable under his pants. Constance looked at it and Roger saw her. He liked that and asked, "So exactly how docile is your husband?" "Let's say I rule the roost and whatever I choose to do he is ok with." "Are you one of those domatrix's?" "Maybe to him but not real men like you." Roger got a huge smile. "So now you were wondering if you could pay a penalty for every time Tim was supposed to stay after work but didn't, is that the gist of it?" "Yes, in advance of course." "Of course, that's the only way it could work was if it were in advance." "You realize this is a personal sacrifice on my part not on the company's part." "Oh Yes, a very personal sacrifice and so should the penalty be don't you think?" "I think this could work out very well for both of us." Constance smiled and got out of her chair and moved in front of him. She kissed him and while doing so placed her left hand on his hard cock under his pants. "Mmmm it feels like you have a wonderful penalty clause." Roger clasped her bottom with both hands and replied back, "and I bet you have a very nice penalty box, now don't you?" Constance just smiled at him and slithered down his chest to the floor and started to unzip his pants. Roger watched her and soon the zipper was down and she was reaching for his man meat. Her hands felt very nice once she took hold of it and she moaned as she felt its size in anticipation of its penetration. Her pussy was dripping wet but it was much closer to her mouth so she kissed it then licked it and then started to suck it. Both of her lily- white hands fit on the shaft with still more room for her lips. It was a magnificent cock and she smiled as she remembered that Timmy was to get a reward if he did good. So far, he had done very good! It wasn't long and Roger had his hands on her head and was fucking her mouth. He came shortly thereafter and she greedily swallowed it all down then pulled his cock out and milked it on her lips following with her tongue reaching out and licking it in to demonstrate her love for his semen. Roger told her to get it real hard and quick. She knew what this mean and worked feverishly to get it done. Once he felt it was as hard as he wanted it he lifted her, turned her around, bent her over his desk, reached under her skirt and removed her panties tossing them to the corner! Up came her short red skirt and his leg spread hers as his big Black hands grabbed her hips and his cock worked its way between her pussy lips as she moaned in ecstasy. This is what she wanted, this is what she needed. Roger was not gentle he wanted to get off again and as far as he was concerned Constance was just along for the ride. He rammed her hard and fast thrusting the head of his massive cock against her cervix each time making her jump. Finally, he seemed to settle into a rhythm and fucked her like a man who wants to get a woman bred and bred now! As he came in her he ground his cock in deep grinding his balls against her lily-white ass. It felt so good to him but even better to Constance. She felt like a woman, she felt like she was being fucked by a real man and man's man one who knew what women were for. Not a panty waist sissy like Timmy was. The thought, the sight, the smell and the feelings all meshed together to provide her with an earth-shattering orgasm! She grunted, she screamed and she moaned like never before. This was even better than the time Tyrone fucked her under the bleachers at the game. This was amazing! She was exhausted but Roger was still ready to go. "Now I going to fuck your tight white ass, bet Timmy boy never did that!" "Oh, please Roger, your cock is so big I have never had my ass taken, it's going to hurt if you do that, please don't." "Shut the fuck up. I'm going to fuck your tight white ass so you better just accept it. Your mine now bitch. I'm going to be fucking you a lot and you better just accept it. You one fine peace of ass and I ain't letting go of you!" Constance was shocked by how he talked to her. No man had ever talked to her that rough before. But she also liked it. She liked being treated like a wanton slut, told what to do and made to do it. This was a real man, he would not take no for an answer, he would not be persuaded by some dopy female, no he as a real man and he would do what he wanted and how he wanted. Rogers's cock was still very wet from her pussy so it was well lubed to go in her ass and in it went. Yes, she complained and hollered about it but that did not stop Roger. He got it in and them allowed her a few moments to adjust then he started his strokes once again and continued until he came in her. Now he had cum in all three holes and he was satisfied he had marked her as his property. Constance was drained but happy and satisfied. She had had her brains literally fucked out and her sexual timer had reset with nothing in memory storage. It felt wonderful, she may not have even been able to tell you her name at this point she was so high from pleasure. She turned around looked at Roger and through her arms around him then she lifted herself and wrapped her legs around him showing her gratitude. "That will make a nice down payment, when do I get the balance?" "The balance, oh Roger that was fantastic but how much more do you think I can handle?" Constance thought about it and thought there was a way to get this kind of sex and a lot more often and maybe even at home where it would be a lot more convenient. "Ok, I am good with this being just a down payment. Why don't you come over Friday after work and stay the weekend? I think I can find something for you to do." And she smiled coyly at Roger. "What about hubby?" "What about him?" "Is he going to be an issue?" Constance just laughed and shook her head, no Roger. He's just become a sissy and its time he learns what a real sissy's role is." "You mean like panty wearing sissy?" "Yes exactly." "Was he wearing panties and maybe a bra today at work?" "Yes, how did you know?" "I gave him a pat on the back and thought I felt a bra strap but I convinced myself it was my imagination." "No, you were spot on. I made him wear my panties and bra to work today to prove his worth to me. We have three days till Friday and I will have him wearing makeup and dresses by then, I promise. So, how's about it. Dinner Friday night and then stay the weekend?" "You got it Connie. I'm up for it." Constance straightened her hair and dress, she went to Roger and gave him a big kiss and a hug and told him he was the best and her pussy and mouth were going to really miss him. Then she left, got in her BMW and drove to the store to get Timmy the corset and nylons she had promised him. But that was not all she bought, she spent over $600.00 getting many other things for him including a wig. When Constance arrived home all of the chores had been completed and Timmy was waiting for her. He was in his bra and panties and had picked out a clean and more feminine apron to wear. He had a big bow tied in the back and seemed somewhat cheerful to Constance. Constance was quite pleased by his actions and told him so. "Timmy I am pleasantly surprised by your actions, I shall have to think of an extra reward for you for your choice of attire this evening. You look very nice." Timmy beamed that he had made her happy. He had not really given any thought to what she might have been doing with Mr. Jefferson or after just trying to please her. He was unaware that this was perfect proof that he was sissy, but it spoke well for Constance's choice of a husband that she could train as her servant. "I got you the rewards I promised you yesterday on the way home after my meeting with Mr. Jefferson, Roger, he wants me to call him which was quite successful by the way. I will tell you more about that later. Right now, I want you to get your apron off and put your rewards on so I can see how nice you look!" Timmy was excited to see what she had gotten him. The first thing she took out was the corset, it was white and heavily boned. It would go from his hips to just under his breasts and laced up the back. It was an interesting looking contraption he thought but he had little idea how it went on. Constance helped him get it on and then she began lacing from the center out. Timmy was amazed how confining it soon became. His waist was noticeably shrunk which gave the appearance of bigger hips. The whole thing was sexually arousing to Timmy and he could feel his little dickette trying to swell tucked in his pretty pink panties. Constance turned him around, "My Timmy, doesn't that look wonderful? How do you like it? I love it I think it's you and it makes me want to rub you." Constance had given Timmy every cue he needed to reply as she wanted him to replay and he did. "Yes, Ma'am, I like it a lot, it feels a bit tight but it looks nice." "That's the whole Idea Timmy is to tighten your waist, get rid of the flab, loose weight and fit into your new clothes a lot better." "What new clothes Ms. Constance?" "On never mind I let the surprise out of the bag. Nothing, I just was thinking you were doing so well you would be earning a lot of rewards and I had some ideas on some very sexy things for you to wear that I planned to buy for you. But I probably should not have said anything and I probably should not have had those ideas in the first place because I probably will not be able to keep my hands off you if I do get then for you." "Oh please Ms. Constance I want to earn the rewards and I hope they do make you want to touch me, I love it when you do, I would do most anything to have you touch me more, Ma'am." "I'm glad you like it but you do realize you do have to earn those privileges, don't you?" "Yes Ma'am, I do, honest." "Ok then, let's get your nylons on and see how they look." Constance showed Timmy how to roll the stockings up and then slide them over his foot and roll them up his legs. He paid strict attention and learned how to do it. "Timmy, next shower I want you to remove your body hair. You will look a lot nicer and you will feel the wonderful sensations of your new clothes so much better, you will love it. Besides I will give you a great reward for doing so. There is Nair in the bathroom read and follow the directions." "Ms. Constance, why will it feel different." "Just trust me Timmy, it will and you will be glad you did what you are told." "Yes Ma'am." Constance had Timmy model for him once again and ewed and awed over him. Then she slid her hands down the back of his panties and between his legs and felt his little toy hard on. Well it wasn't really a hard on it was more of a semi soft on! Timmy liked it though and Constance knew it was the easiest way to control him. "Oh Timmy, I am so happy with how you have been behaving and acting I must just give you another reward right now. She took Timmy to the bedroom and rummaged through her closet until she found a little pink sun dress. She held it up for Timmy to see. His look said he was unsure so Constance said, "if you put this on I am going to insist you lay over my lap so I can play with you and I won't take no for an answer, I will just have to feel you." All Timmy cared about was getting his wound up little dicklette some attention so he stepped toward her and she helped him get it on. The dress fit him perfectly though could have used some breast padding. She smiled and told him he looked beautiful. Timmy beamed but was still only thinking about her hand between his nylon covered legs. She got her magazine, sat on the bed and Timmy laid over her lap. She rubbed his nylon clad legs and it felt very nice. She had such a gentle feminine touch. Then she played with the back of his dress pressing it against him, fluffing it, patting it making sure he was totally aware of it incasing his body. As she started to rub his pantied ass she said, "Oh yes, I bet you want to know about my meeting with Mr. Jefferson, I mean Roger, he insists I call him Roger..." She told him every little detail and when she got to the part where: "Constance smiled and got out of her chair and moved in front of him. She kissed him and while doing so placed her left hand on his hard cock under his pants. "Mmmm it feels like you have a wonderful penalty clause." Roger clasp her bottom with both hands and replied back, "and I bet you have a very nice penalty box, now don't you?"". She paused and said, "Timmy I want you to get on your knees and lick my pussy while I tell you the rest, its making me way to horny to go without some relief. If you do a good job when I am done you will come back up here if not ...well...poor, poor boy." Timmy did as ordered and she slid forward on her chair of better access. Her pussy was wet and had a stronger scent than he recalled. But he went right to work licking, and sucking on her pussy. Constance did not miss a detail of what happened and added things like, "Oh his cock felt so wonderful I wish I could walk around and sleep with it in me all the time!" and "Oh I can't wait for him to fuck me like that again." Timmy listened as she told him: "That She grunted, she screamed and she moaned like never before. This was even better than the time Tyrone fucked her under the bleachers at the game. This was amazing! She was exhausted but Roger was still ready to go. Then he fucked my ass..." Timmy was shocked and excited at the same time. His little dickette want to get hard and pop out front. As he pleasured her in the only way he could, she said, "Timmy tell me how much you love hearing these things so I don't have to turn you down for more rubbing of your tiny dicklette when were through." Timmy understood that if he didn't there would be no climax and no rewards for him. So, he made an exaggerated claim about how much he loved what she was telling him about Mr. Jefferson fucking her and how he would again soon. Constance came multiple times as Timmy told her what she wanted to hear. It was the first-time Timmy had ever brought his wife to a climax and they both enjoyed it. When she was done cumming, she had Timmy get back up on her lap, handed him the magazine and told him to pick out a cock and pretend it was fucking her and tell her all about it. Constance toyed with Timmy until she figured he had enough and let him cum. She then swatted his bottom, told him to remove his pink sun dress, undid his corset and told him to get to the shower and use the Nair she was going to give him yet another surprise when he got out of the shower. As Timmy applied Nair to his entire body below his head and took his shower Constance was humming to herself as she thought of Roger and laid out the wig she had purchased earlier that day. It was time for Timmy to become Kimmy!