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I don't know, maybe I should have said no and put my foot down when my
wife wanted to feminize me. Of course, it would have been a foot
wearing a leather three-inch-heeled slingback by then.
We were an unusual couple from the beginning with me being younger and
my wife being so much more dominant in our relationship. I was
attracted to powerful women who liked to lead and Jane was everything
and more.
I worked as the information technologist in a large law firm in the
city and Jane was the office manager. While she wasn't my boss in a
direct fashion, we did have a lot of contact during the day. We would
talk and joke during working hours. Jane would tease me about my long
hair and my disdain for fashion and I would take her jibs good
heartedly.
Jane was a beautiful woman. Many people would say that she was a
little too butch for them with her short hair and her no nonsense way
but I thought she was pretty sexy. In fact, long before she asked me
out, I had many sexual fantasies about her.
And then one day a miracle happened. After one very long and tiring
week, Jane invited me to join her for a drink after work. She told me
that a few friends were getting together and would I like to go?
Naturally, I said yes after collecting myself and taking a deep
breath. As I said, I am not a very social person and this was my
fantasy woman.
Before we went out, I slipped into the men's room and washed my face
and brushed my teeth. Looking in the mirror, I got a momentary pang of
self-loathing. I was short and dumpy and did not have much in the
looks department. At twenty-five, my best feature was a full head of
hair of which I kept pulled back in a ponytail. Other than that, I was
an invisible man that no one noticed.
After cleaning up the best I could, I joined her on the elevator and
we rode down in silence. We walked together for two blocks and Jane
did most of the talking. She talked about work and what a pain some of
the lawyers could be with their ridiculous demands on her time and
energy. We both agreed that they were all jerks, but jerks that paid
well.
The little tavern that Jane led me to was a new one for me. Not that I
frequent bars, but I had never even noticed this one. It was well kept
and clean and surprising didn't smell like stale booze and smoke.
Instead, it smelled like perfume!
I realized why the bar smelled so good when I saw the cliental. All
the customers were beautiful women! It didn't take me long to realize
that Jane had invited me to a lesbian bar, one of those lipstick
lesbian bars that you hear about where the women were all lovely, but
queer. I figured that keeping my mouth shut would be the right thing.
After two cocktails that Jane ordered for me, I was pretty comfortable
and was able to talk to the two other women that were Jane's friends.
Sheila was from the South and very charming. She was all blonde curls
and a little too much makeup, but very sweet. Annie was a beautiful
Asian woman who was tall and could have been a model; she was so
gorgeous.
The women included me in their discussion and suddenly, Sheila turned
to me and told me I could use a makeover. I didn't know what she was
talking about and pleaded ignorance until Jane interrupted. She
laughed and said we were only dating and that I wasn't her wife yet.
That seemed to get a giggle out of everyone, but I didn't get it.
About three months later, I got it all right. I got it from all sides.
That night, Jane took me back to her place and we made love for the
first time. It was everything I had imagined and more. Jane was an
expert lover and told me what she expected, which was fine with me,
since even though I was twenty-five, I was still pretty na?ve. I did
my best to keep up and well, it was great.
Jane was even more impressive with her clothing off. She had an
athlete's body, lean and tight. She was small breasted and had long
legs. She was incredibly strong and at one point in our lovemaking
flipped me over onto my back and pinned me down as she mounted me.
I was happy to oblige and was grateful that she didn't criticize my
equipment for being a bit undersized. It had been a sore point with me
that I wasn't generously endowed with a large penis.
I was surprised when Jane pushed her pussy in my face at just how
large her clitoris was. The few women I had dated and slept with had
little nubs within their vaginal lips that did grow a little when
engorged with blood. But Jane's clit was like a little penis that was
thick and almost an inch long. She pushed it into my mouth and ground
herself into my face and had me sucking on it while she pulled on my
hair.
She told me that I did just fine in the love-making department.
I spent the weekend with her and it was a revelation. We rarely got
out of bed and made love more times that weekend then I had ever made
in my lifetime. Jane had a sexual appetite that was incredible.
But she liked to be in charge and well; I was so far gone in love that
if she had told me to chop off my toe I would have done it. I would
have done anything for her.
She did have her quirks. She told me that she didn't like body hair
and that she wanted me to be smooth and clean. So on Saturday morning
I was out running to the drug store for some depilatory to remove my
body hair. It wasn't bad at all. Once my skin returned to normal and I
was able to shower off the hair softener, I was smooth and just how
she wanted me.
I was surprised when she insisted that I put on lotions and skin
creams that were made for a woman. I could tell by their smells. But
the perfume seemed to make Jane more sexually excited than ever. She
even took me into the bathtub and washed my hair for me. I lay in the
steaming water while she lathered and rinsed and lathered again with a
shampoo that she picked out. It seemed to make my hair softer and it
did smell pretty.
Pretty became an operational word with Jane. It seemed that she was
attracted to my pretty features. I didn't see any and told her so. I
told her that I didn't see myself as attractive at all.
When I pointed to the roll around my waist she laughed. She went into
her closet and brought out a bustier and told me to put it on. It was
made of satin and spandex and took some effort to get it up and over
my stomach. After taking a deep breath, Jane tightened the lacing on
the back until I could barely get a breath. I heard her tie off the
lacing and told me to look at my middle now.
It was like someone had given me a waist again. Jane told me that if I
started wearing one on a daily basis, my posture would improve and the
boning would help me loose weight and also redirect the fat from my
waistline.
While I was looking at myself in the mirror, Jane stood behind me. She
was as tall as I was and when she reached around and held me, I got
very turned on. And when she pulled my hair off my neck and blew into
my ear and nibbled my shoulder blade, I would have done anything for
her. I was swooning with excitement.
Sure I'd wear that thing forever if she'd be my girl friend. But when
I said that, she corrected me. She told me that I was to address her
as mistress. That sounded so sophisticated, kind of like when rich
married guys had girl friends on the side. I had a mistress, so cool.
Jane was pinning me to the mirror and pushing herself against my rear
end while nibbling my ears and my neck. One hand was playing with my
hardness and then her other hand was pinching my nipple.
I was a little bit embarrassed because a lot of my chest fat was
pushed up and out from above the corset and I looked silly with the
extra fat spilling out over my black corset that I was wearing. I said
something and Jane told me that she liked my body and how I was a real
contrast to those macho guys with their gym muscles who thought they
were god's gift to the world.
It wasn't long before we were back in Jane's bed and she was having
another spectacular orgasm thanks to me. She liked being on top and in
charge and I loved the results.
I didn't bring a change of clothes and Jane insisted that I wear one
of her robes rather than leave and go get more clothes. It was red
satin and cut short so it was barely covering my bottom. But if that's
what she liked, so be it.
By the time the weekend was over, the woman had made me feel like a
teenager again. She kept up the compliments and the lovemaking and
well, when I went to work on Monday morning, I felt pretty special. I
had agreed to keep our romance a secret for a while and it was all I
could do not to touch her all day on Monday.
I had washed out my clothing from Friday and hung it up in her
bathroom to dry. So I didn't even go home all weekend at all. When we
parted on Monday after work, Jane kissed me passionately and told me
that I should pack a bag on Tuesday so I could stay over and spend
that night with her. She put my hand between her legs and told me that
she was wet just thinking about our lovemaking. I told her that
spending all Monday in a corset had been tough but every time I
thought about food, I thought about our lovemaking instead.
I was glad that my work shirt was black knit and no one would notice
that I was wearing the bustier that Jane had knotted me into on Monday
morning.
I had a devil of a time getting the corset off Monday night at home.
Once it was off, I felt fat and flabby again. I washed it out and left
it out to dry. I was surprised how quickly it dried and I wore it to
work on Tuesday.
When I saw Jane, I told her that I was looking forward to being with
her again that night. I snuck a kiss. Jane told me that she had done
some shopping for me and was anxious to see how my new clothes looked
when I got to her house.
Work went well and we left together for Jane?s place. We shared a cab
and the instant we got in, she began kissing me and rubbing her hand
between my legs. The cabbie got a chuckle out of our passion but I
couldn?t have cared less about what he thought.
We stripped off our clothes as we walked through the door and the
lovemaking was incredible. I was so totally in lust with this woman
that I would have done anything for her.
Well, I had a big laugh when she brought out the clothing she had
bought for me. The first thing was a thong!
It was black satin and matched the corset I was still wearing. Jane
had been right. The corset had improved my posture and every time I
thought about eating, I hesitated as to whether I really needed that
snack or that dessert. I knew with her help I could loose some of that
fat from my body.
But a thong? I put it on to be a good sport, but it was tight and
uncomfortable. I told her that it was snug and she told me that was
the idea.
Jane explained that I was doing it wrong and showed me that I should
push my balls up inside the little cavity in my body and then tuck
myself back between my legs. Once I did that, the thong fit fine. It
was strange to have the strap running back between my ass cheeks but
she told how sexy I looked and well, who could argue with her.
We lay there on the bed and when Jane ran her hand between my spread
legs and touched my compressed genitals, it was a strange sensation.
It turned me on; of course, anything turned me on with her.
She played with my body. She rubbed cream on my legs and my arms and
then had me turn over and rubbed it on my bottom. All that attention
was getting me hot and really bothered. And when she rubbed the cream
on my nipples, I about hit the ceiling I wanted to finish so badly.
But Jane made me have an orgasm with my thong on. It was harder since
I couldn?t get erect completely and I was pushed back between my legs.
The friction against my thighs helped and it took more concentration
but when it finally happened, it was worth it.
Jane made me strip off my corset and my soggy thong and shower. She
had me use a depilatory again and this time shower with some new
shampoo that she used a timer and insisted that I leave on for fifteen
minutes before I could rinse it off.
When I got out and I was drying off, Jane handed me a pink bottle of
lotion to spread on my skin. It smelled like roses and it was really
feminine, but I did it for her.
When I was dry, I looked in the mirror. My hair was lighter in color
and fluffier. Jane had given me a color rinse to put on my hair that
made it look pouffy and a few shades lighter.
Jane told me how good it looked and then led me into her bedroom.
Lying on the bed was another bustier, a little different and this one
was pink. Also lying next to it was another thong, this one was also
pink silk. Before I could protest, Jane was kissing me and telling me
how beautiful I would look in it.
So I put it on. The thong first, which was easy since I didn?t have an
erection and was getting used to pushing my testicles up into my body.
When I put on the satin girdle, this one went higher up on my body and
seemed to push all the fat up high on my chest and there was a built
in bra shelf that made my nipples pop out and give me the effect of
cleavage.
I watched in the mirror as Jane tightened it up. After a weekend and a
day of little food, my waistline was trimming up and it looked good,
even in pink satin. But I had real misgivings about the fact that in
pink with my hair lightened from brown to dirty blonde, I was being
emasculated.
Jane was raving about how beautiful I looked and when I said that men
aren?t supposed to be beautiful, she told me flat out that she did not
like macho guys and pointed to the door. Jane had a tear in her eye
when she told me that she loved being with me and wanted our
relationship to develop. But she did not want some swaggering guy for
a lover.
I stopped complaining and kissed her.
She held me in her arms and kissed me back.I kissed and felt her hands
roam my body. I was feeling waves of passion run through my body and
loved every minute of it.
While we kissed, Jane told me that she had more for me to wear. I knew
that I had just better let her take the lead, that protesting would do
no good. So when she handed me a pair of sheer pink stockings I simply
took them from her. She showed me how to roll them up on my legs and
then had me stand there while she admired me. I felt silly but figured
that since it was only us, it stayed right here.
Jane had to show me how to walk in the pink heels she handed to me
next. I had never worn women?s shoes and found out that there was an
art to wearing high heels. Once I got a handle on it, I was able to
totter around a little in them. Jane was beaming and couldn?t keep her
hands off of me.
I was pretty turned on too and let her push me back on the bed and
undress me. Well, actually, I still wore the corset, the shoes, and
the stockings while we made love, but this time, I did get to loose
the thong. That was nice, because it felt good to free myself so it
was easier to have an orgasm, too.
After we held each other for a long time in bed, Jane told me to put
on my thong. She had another surprise for me. I pulled it back up and
was smoothing out my stockings when she brought out a handful of pink
satin which turned out to be a little spaghetti strap slip dress that
she had me pull over my head and then twirl in while she admired me.
I was so caught up in our lovemaking that I didn?t care at that point.
Jane was such a wonderful girl friend, I mean mistress, that I didn?t
care how I looked in the privacy of her apartment.
I thought I looked very silly standing there in heels and a dress, but
Jane told me I looked beautiful. I was lost in her compliments and
barely heard the knock on the apartment door and then heard it swing
open and voices in the living room.
I cowered back at the thought of anyone seeing me and watched as Jane
left the bedroom. Of course, she was dressed in her usual jeans and
black tee shirt. Sometimes I would kid her about how much she looked
like a tomboy with her strong shoulders and nearly flat chest, her
small hips and tight bottom, wrapped in baggy jeans and a tight tee.
I was surprised that Jane had me wearing lotions and perfumes since
she seemed to wear no makeup or perfume herself.
I hid in the bedroom even thought I knew people were out in the living
room. I was about to scramble and change when it was too late. The
bedroom door opened and it was Sheila and Annie, walking in. They were
her friends from the bar.
At first, I was humiliated that these two beautiful women would see me
like this, but they were as complimentary as Jane was about how I
looked. Sheila was especially pleased with my hair since she was the
one who had picked out the rinse. It turned out that she was a
hairdresser and would later have me in her salon getting a cut and a
perm.
But it was Annie that insisted that I put on some makeup to give my
appearance a finished look before we went out.
Before I could protest about going out or makeup, Jane took me in her
arms and kissed me hard on the lips. One hand stroked my hairless butt
cheek under the silk dress and the other tickled my neck. I was under
her spell and allowed Annie to do my face.
After she finished, Sheila put some pins in my hair and pulled it into
a fashionable upsweep that Jane said made my neck look long and swan
like. The three of them took my arms and led me out to the cab ride
and back to the bar where we had met.
After two cocktails, I was feeling no pain and forgot that I was
dressed in women?s clothing. I found myself laughing and joking and
sometimes waving my hands like I was a woman, too.
I was very drunk when we air kissed the girls goodbye and caught a
taxi back to our place. Jane had to help me walk into our place and
she was wonderful in helping me get my dress off.
While I was washing the makeup off of my face, Jane was already
getting undressed and ready for bed. When I came out of the bathroom,
she was under the covers and I hopped across the room on my tiptoes. I
had been wearing the shoes for so long that I was walking on the balls
of my feet naturally. I giggled. I had put my hair up in a high
ponytail. I was still wearing my pink corset and thong but had been
given permission to remove my stockings and shoes.
When I reached for my mistress, I was shocked to feel something hard
under the covers. I touched it and realized that Jane had a hard penis
coming out from between her legs! I threw the covers back and was
shocked to see that she was wearing a black leather harness around her
waist and between her legs that had a large dildo with balls mounted
on it.
Before I had a chance to question what was happening, Jane was all
over me. She was touching, kissing, and nibbling my every part,
getting me very turned on. Before I could protest, she was telling me
to suck her cock and to lick her balls. Each time I did what I was
told, she moaned with pleasure. I realized that the dildo also was
deep inside her and when I touched it, the feelings went through her
body as well.
I did my best to please, taking the rubber dick into my mouth and
letting her fuck my face. I was drunk enough not to care what was
happening because Jane was enjoying it a lot. I knew she had cum
several times already so it didn?t bother me that I was doing that.
When she flipped me over on my stomach with her strong arms, I
panicked because I could feel her moistened finger probing my bottom.
I knew where this was going when she lifted up my hips to meet her
thrusting pelvis, but my face was pushed into the pillow and the bed
not giving me much chance to protest.
The big dick was lubricated and went deep into me on the first plunge.
I heard a high shriek and realized it was me shrieking aloud like a
schoolgirl. Once the big dick was in, it wasn?t so bad and when she
started pumping it in and out, Jane reached around and grabbed my cock
and started pumping it with the same lubricant that was on the dildo.
My cry of pain turned to moans of ecstasy as my prostate was massaged
and my dick was pulled. My orgasm shocked me with its intensity and I
was close to passing out from the experience.
I lay there under my mistress and when she pulled out and climbed off,
I felt a sense of emptiness and physical loss. The large dildo had
filled me up and actually felt comforting.
The loss was not to last because Jane pushed another thing in my
bottom telling me that this was a butt plug that I was to wear from
then on. She told me it would give me an attractive wiggle in my walk.
I fell asleep in her arms.
I woke up with a terrible headache and not much time to get ready for
work. While I watched Jane putting on her pants suit, she pointed to a
pile of clothes on the bed. She told me to wear those.
I was going to protest that my pink corset would show through my
clothes when I realized that Jane had set out a pink cotton top and a
pair of navy blue pants. The top was cut to show off my hairless chest
and my fat that pushed up and out looking like cleavage.
Before I could protest, Jane reminded me that change was good and the
outfit would look good with my new hair color.
I pulled on the pants and it took a minute to realize that they were
woman?s pants in a completely different cut. They were tight around my
girdled waist and hugged my round bottom. It was a good thing I was
wearing a thong because they were tight through the crotch and any
panties would have left a revealing line. But the cuffs were long and
hit the floor.
Jane pointed to a pair of navy high heels and told me to put them on.
I hoped that no one would notice.
Actually, most of the women told me how nice my hair looked now that
it was lightened and not pulled back. Several of the girls asked me if
I was losing weight and no one teased me about the heels.
The word got around quickly to the lawyers in the firm who were smart
enough not to tease me and encourage a sexual harassment suit inside
the firm.
I did my job and made sure all the computers and the system stayed up
and running and by the end of the day had realized that I hadn?t eaten
lunch nor thought about my unusual outfit.
When Jane came to collect me that afternoon, she told me that we were
going out to visit Sheila?s saloon to make me beautiful. Before I
could protest, she told me that she wanted me to look pretty for our
wedding.
Before I had time to say anything, Jane was on one knee slipping a
diamond ring on my finger and telling me that we were getting married.
My emotions were all over the place as I looked at my diamond
engagement ring. I felt tears in my eyes as we walked out of the
building holding hands.
Sheila was wonderful that evening getting me a glass of wine and a
Kleenex as they did my hair and my nails. After two glasses of wine, I
didn?t even feel the piercing gun as it put multiple holes through my
ears.
When I stepped out of the chair, I looked in the mirror at her
handiwork and was amazed. My hair was curly and had highlights of
frosting throughout the color. My makeup looked wonderful. My lips
looked fuller, my eyes looked bigger.
I loved the way the gold hoop earrings shimmered.
My nails were a pretty pink and I was so pleased when Jane gave me
another pretty pink dress to wear out of the shop instead of the shirt
and pants. She even had purchased another pair of pink stockings and
the most beautiful pink stilettos. I was thinking that I should make
pink my color.
Annie and Sheila and some of the other girls were our witnesses when
the justice married us that night. Jane looked smashing in her black
leather tux and I couldn?t wait to rip it off her body that night.
The plug pushed firmly inside my bottom only made me want her more as
it lit a fire inside me. I was so excited to have Jane as my mistress.
So after a whirlwind night of dancing and celebrating, we made the
best love we had ever made. I begged her to take me over and over with
her strap-on friend and then I sucked her until she couldn?t cum
again.
When I was trying to pick out an outfit in the morning to wear to
work, it just seemed right to wear a dress instead of pants. It seemed
a shame to try to hide how pretty my face looked with makeup and how
nice I looked in a dress.
I was standing in front of the mirror getting my hair ready when Jane
came up and put her arms around me. I leaned back and melted into her
arms. As her hands stroked my body, she whispered love in my ear.
I put on my liner and mascara and brushed a little blush on my cheeks.
As I was putting on my lipstick, Jane was saying that I?d have to
start a hormone treatment and maybe think about implants.
She kissed me and said how nice I?d look with a trimmer waist, a
rounder bottom, beautiful breasts, and more curves. I had to agree
that if I was going to be a good wife to my mistress, that I needed to
do what she said.
And when Jane pointed out how nice it would be to have breasts of my
own to fill out a bra, I had to agree.
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