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Jealousy or Elation
"48...lick, 49...lick, 50...lick. Sir, I'm a sorry excuse for a man and
a lousy lover. My wife deserves to have good sex with a real man. A
strong, viril man. She wants that to be you so I want that too because
I want her to be happy. Her happiness is what is most important to me.
51..."
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As my wife was slowly feminizing me her habits changed as well.
Sometimes she would call from work to tell me not to make dinner, she
would be eating out with friends. She seldom came home early after
dinner and seemed especially bitchy or aggressive when she did get
home. She always critisized any of the cleaning or other chores I had
done and seemed to take extra pleasure in punishing me on those nights.
She seemed kind of far away when she got home like her mind was
elsewhere. Lately, Janice spent a lot more time on the phone than was
usual. I was always dismissed from the room, telling me her
conversations were personal and none of my business. Considering her
new habits and evasive demeanor, I couldn't help but assume that she
was talking with another man.
I wasn't sure how I felt about that but I still remembered her
statement that I could stick around, at her terms, or hit the road and
be served divorce papers. I was still her husband but I don't think she
thought of me as her man anymore. Especially since I looked more like a
woman.
Did she have another man? I didn't like that idea at all, she was my
wife! But I was the one that got this whole thing started, wasn't I?
Conflicting emotions battled in my head as the thought of her with
another man both infuriated and thrilled me!
I was at her mercy whether I stayed or left! I had placed my own self
in this position and had agreed to her terms which were, she could do
as SHE pleased without regard for my feelings and I would do as SHE
pleased without regard for my feelings.
I continued my now usual routine of cooking, cleaning, running errands
and anything else around there that could be considered work. My wife
continued working at her job. She had always voluntarily worked because
she wanted to, not because we needed the money. My income from
investments was more than enough for our needs.
I now wore women's clothes all of the time, usually a skirt and top or
dress for inside and jeans or shorts and blouse outside. I was gaining
a nice collection of sandals and women's jogging shoes too. I had
gotten kinda used to ignoring the neighbors stares, it was plainly
obvious that things had changed and I no longer was the man they used
to know.
Still, it was a bit embarrassing everytime I went out of the house
dealing with the looks from almost everybody I came in contact with.
Most would discretely glance my way and then look away and act like
they hadn't noticed only to steal glimpses when they thought I
couldn't see. A few glared with contempt.
I did rather enjoy wearing all the pretty accessories that women took
for granted though like anklets, toe rings, bracelets and earrings.I
just love wearing all of the baubles and beads, they're just so girly.
I didn't wear nail polish yet but I bet it wouldn't be long before
Janice insisted on that too.
I was just so thrilled to finally be able to stay dressed in my own
home all of the time without having to worry about changine back before
Janice came home. It was a dream come true. Going outside was another
story. What was left of my manhood balked at having my neighbors see me
in girly stuff. But that part of me that didn't give a damn about
manhood got off on being en femme.
Luckily, other than that night she made me carry the garbage out in a
skirt and mowing in Daisy Dukes she has allowed me to wear less
obvious clothes in public. That could change at a whim and then we'd
find out whether I'd follow through with my feminization and remain her
loyal slaveboy or run from the scene and find a lawyer. Maybe that day
would never come. (And deep down, there was an inner voice of
disappointment that maybe in fact I may never actually have to go out
in public wearing a dress, et al.) How many times had I daydreamed
about what it would be like doing just that?
When she was gone in the evenings it drove me crazy wondering if she
was with another man or just her girlfriends. The one time I asked she
replied, "Wouldn't you like to know. It's none of your business so
don't ask again." I knew better than to ask again!
A few months back it would have been my business but I had voluntarily
given up that right. Not too long ago she wouldn't have been going out
in the evenings like this either. Ultimately, that was my doing as
well.
After that, she seemed to take delight in torturing me saying how much
fun she'd had but always being vague about what she had been doing or
with whom. Saying things like how drunk she had gotten and she hoped
she hadn't done anything she shouldn't have. Or how good the band was
and how much fun she had dancing. This drove me bonkers.
Invaribly, after Janice returned from her evening out, she would find
some chore that I had done subpar and I'd spend the rest of the evening
correcting my errors. Sometimes with a sore ass, depending on her mood.
Janice had come to enjoy spanking me. I think she really got off
knowing the neighbors could hear me crying and apologizng.
While correcting my mediocre work, my mind would wander, wondering what
she had done earlier that evening. I'd imagine her sitting in a quiet
restaurant drinking wine with some good looking jock, flirting with him
and basking in his attention.
The jealousy would have me in tears as my mind played out a scenario.
Her foot slips out of her shoe and caresses his leg under the table,
maybe even reaching his crotch. The two of them walking out to the car,
arm in arm. A passionate kiss standing by the car door. He opens it for
her and she purposely shows some leg, teasing him as she gets in. They
arrive at his place and after opening her car door they share another
passionate kiss, this time their hands wander.
It's all too much for me. Yet, my penis is hard and throbbing as I
envision this, making a spot of precum form in my panties; even as
tears roll down my cheeks while I continue with my chores.
Next, inside his house he undresses her by his bed, then kneels and
buries his face between my wife's legs. Her eyes close, her body
trembles and her face glows with wanton lust. A look I have never seen.
Her lover's tongue darts and flicks into the folds of her pussy,
teasing her clitoris. As my wife shudders in orgasm she pleads with her
paramour, "Please, please, I can't wait anymore. I have to have you
inside me. Now!"
Then, my minds eye sees him atop her, her legs wrapped around his waist
as the man savagely makes love to my wife. My cock is aching now and
I've gotten so far into this make believe scenario that I've lost sight
of the fact that I've been imagining this because my wife is out all
evening and I have no idea whom she is even with.
The tears slowly disappear and instead there is a constant ooze of
precome that is soaking through the front of my dress now where my dick
has pushed it's way past the waistband of my panties.
Later that night in bed I would be so horny I couldn't help myself from
masturbating, imagining Janice coming home and making me eat the
creampie her lover has made for me. My mind is tortured with mixed
emotions.
During these times, I think I am almost ready to fulfill my role as
cuckold. I haven't had sex with my wife since before that day and I
very much miss licking my wife's pussy too. Especially since I had
gotten into the habit of eating my own creampies. That was just so, so
deliciously naughty!
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Not long after Janice had started staying out several times a week, she
decided it was time to lock me in chastity. Thereafter, she started
playing with me. Teasing me. She would walk around in sexy lingerie or
some hot outfit, saying things like, "Wouldn't you like some of this?"
or "See what you're mssing out on!" or "Maybe I'll let you fuck me
tonight. Oh that's right, you're all locked up and not due to be
released for another week. So sorry."
She knew what she was doing. My tortured mind already seethed with
anxiety over whom she was spending time with. My forced abstinence
deprived me of my only release from the tension that built daily as my
runaway thoughts imagined the worst. Now she had stepped it up a notch
with her teasing, driving my testosterone through the roof.
Here's a tidbit you wouldn't know if you have never been caged. Not all
chastity devices are comfortable to wear. Some are even designed to
hurt. Luckily for me the one that I had bought was comfortable and that
is the device I now wore.
What you also wouldn't know without experience is that if your dick
tries to get hard inside a chastity device it can become quite
uncomfortable. Ones cock pulls skin from their codsack when enlarging.
This tightening of skin pulls your skin up into the device where it's
not designed to be thus pinching ones skin in a most uncomfortable way.
Her teasing brought this about often.
Oh, you already knew all that. Sorry.
I think all of that teasing got to her as well because she'd get
extremely horny and often times she would get herself off behind the
closed doors of her bedroom. Usually she would see to it that I had
some work to do cleaning near her room.
Janice made sure I could hear her moaning and crying out phrases like
'Yes, yes, yes, pound me with your big cock!' That must have really
thrilled her to know my dick was straining to get hard inside it's cage
to no avail. It was hard to believe this was the same woman I had been
married to for several years.
One day, would her little slaveboy be cleaning the hall baseboards
while a man was truly and furiously pounding her pussy for real?
On one of those occassions, I was dressed in a French Maid outfit,
black with white apron and headpiece, wearing black fishnet stockings
and four inch black heels while I squatted cleaning the hall tiles. I
heard the usual teasing when suddenly her bedroom door slung open and
she tossed me a black eight inch dildo. "Here," she said, "I felt sorry
for you bitch. You can suck my juices off this!" Laughing, her door
slammed shut.
Picking up the imitation cock, I sniffed and sure enough, it smelled of
my wife. How I missed that smell. That taste. I couldn't help myself
and I don't apologize for my actions. Eyes closed, I hungrily devoured
that dildo, licking it all over and yes, deepthroating it too. I truly
am a perv. (And guess who woke up, fluttering all around in my belly?)
Yet, because I was caged and could get no relief it was a bitter sweet
torture that only served to make me even hornier.
The time was finally close for my release from chastity and I wondered
how she would allow me to cum after two weeks of abstention. Up until
she had locked me up I had been free to masturbate whenever I wanted;
she didn't ask or seem to care about that. Probably she had been hoping
I would get used to masturbating frequently so it would be that much
worse when she locked me up.
Janice started counting down the last few days to me, a reminder that
she was in charge of my orgasms. She let me know that if any of my
actions or efforts disappointed her she might be forced to add time to
my chastity. I became very obediant and conscientious in my labors.
Friday, the day before my release, my wife called during the day to say
that she was having a couple of people over Saturday afternoon for
dinner and she wanted me to get some things to cook on the grill. She
gave me a list of things to buy including several six packs of the
girly drinks and a couple six packs of beer.
In addition were the makings for potato salad, baked beans, three
Ribeye steaks and some hamburger meat. From the food count and drinks I
arrived at the conclusion that she had a couple coming over to join us.
Of course, she felt like I had no need to know so I was left in the
dark.
She told me I'd better get busy because she expected everything to be
perfect for her guests, both inside and outside the house. I hurriedly
got a small load of towels in the washer. I didn't know which of the
guest towels she'd want to use so I didn't want to give her any excuse
to find fault for the wrong ones being dirty. Not this close to my
release.
I then went shopping and even bought two bouquets of flowers that I put
in the living room and dining room. Maybe I'd get some brownie points
for that but she'd probably pointedly not notice, acting like she would
have expected nothing less.
I decided to mow the lawn before it got too hot and while I was mowing
I could put a critical eye one the rest of the yard. I never let the
landscape get too nappy so I knew it was in good shape but with guests
coming Janice would find any twig that was out of place. I mowed,
weeded, trimmed hedges and edged the driveway. It all looked good so I
quit and went in. Now, for the inside.
Since I had been doing the housework for months it was also in good
shape but I knew how my wife was when it came to cleaning. It was
guarenteed that she'd find something wrong and part of me thought why
do much of anything since it wouldn't be good enough anyway. But, I
worked hard in spite of that, partly just to make the time go by
quickly.
I was anxious for tomorrow night to arrive when I would finally be
released from chastity. My mind flashed to a pic from a porn site of a
sissy with a pink chastity cage and the words, THE LONGER YOU KEEP HIM
LOCKED UP, THE MORE OBEDIANT HE WILL BECOME. How true!
I also worked hard because even though she'd find fault she would be
able to tell that I tried really hard and instead of a spanking maybe
I'd just get a good scolding. One thing I had learned about the
spankings was even though she got off on hurting me, she was most
interested in hearing me beg and cry.
She was never satisfied until I screamed loud enough for the neighbors
to hear. That was always followed by her declaring that I'd better do
as I was told next time or something of that sort; and always loud
enough for the neighbors to hear.
It had been worth the extra effort cleaning because she only made a
token effort scolding me about supposed insufficiencies. Janice seemed
in an especially good mood both Friday night and Saturday. I was kept
busy all day Saturday preparing for our guests, or should I say, her
guests.
It really got under my skin imagining whom our guests were. I couldn't
help but worry that one was her lover but it didn't make sense because
I had figured it was a couple, the fruity drinks insinuated to me that
there would probably be at least one other woman besides Janice and the
beer insinuated that there would be a man. I usually drank hard liquor
but I didn't know if I would even be allowed to drink.
My imagination was driving me mad because no matter how hard I tried, I
just couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to meet her boyfriend.
She'd never mentioned anything directly about having one but her little
jabs and comments about her nights out were just vague enough to drive
me to that conclusion. That and the dreamy mood she always came home
in.
Midafternoon I stopped to shower before the guests arrived. My generous
wife took the liberty of laying out something for me to wear while I
was in the shower. I wasn't particularly happy with her choice,
especially if it was her boyfriend coming. In truth, it wouldn't have
mattered if it was her boyfriend or the neighbors, a family member or
co-workers; it was going be very embarrassing to be seen wearing this
outfit by anyone.
She had set out a bright pink matching bra and panty set, a pair of
white Daisy Dukes, a pink, filmy see-thru top, pink socks fringed with
white lace and sparkling white tennis shoes. Janice had apparently
bought this outfit just for this occassion!
"I sure hope you shaved your legs real good, they're gonna be quite
noticable wearing that," my wife laughed from the doorway.
"Janice, you've got to be kidding. This is way too girly for having
people over. I can't go parading around our guests dressed like this,"
I pleaded.
"Sure you can and you will! Remember what tonight is? You don't even
know who the guests are so how can you say that? I assure you that my
guest won't mind a bit. I already told them what a pansy you are and
they know that you love to wear womens clothes so they'll be expecting
it," she quipped with a malicious smile on her face.
"Now hurry up and get dressed, we've got to get your make-up on. Then
you've got some tidying up in the kitchen to do, potato salad and beans
to make and burgers to patty."
Janice sat me down at her make-up table and proceeded to do my eyes
just like she would for herself if she was going on a date. When she
got done with the mascara I had lovely long lashes. She applied pale
pink eye shadow that complimented my blouse and dusted a little blush
on my cheeks. She finished off by putting pink lipstick and gloss on my
lips.
I'd like to say the effect was stunning but it wasn't, quite. But it
was expertly done and my face looked very womanly. My heart skipped a
beat when I saw the results and I was jealous that I couldn't do such a
good job myself.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Can you teach me to do this?"
"Maybe, if you're a good girl I might make the time to show you a
little." she said with a smile that said I was putty in her hands. "Now
get up and spin around so I can look you over."
I did as told and she frowned and said, "Something's still not right.
Wait just a minute." She ran to my dresser and came back with two pair
of panties. "Girls have breasts and you look flat so stuff these in
your bra."
When I looked in the mirror I was disappointed with my appearance. The
stuffed bra looked cheesy, it was obvious that it was stuffed and not
filled with real breasts. "Ya know, I have breast forms and pocket bras
that look almost real. Can I wear one of them?" I asked. I had really
got caught up in the moment seeing myself looking so girl like and had
completely forgotten my fear of being dressed around the mystery
guests. If I had to be dressed like this at least I wanted to look as
passable as could be.
"No, maybe next time," she said, swatting me on the ass, "Now get
going, you've got a lot to do," dismissing me. I had gotten so excited
with my appearance that I had forgotten that I would be dressed all
afternoon and evening like this. Now I started feeling self conscious
about it again, especially about my silly looking breasts. I took one
last look in the mirror and that's when I realized that my cock cage
stood out in the tight shorts.
Donning an apron to protect my cute little outfit, I went about cooking
and cleaning. I kept having mixed emotions about being dressed as such.
I was thrilled to be wearing such an arguably sexy womens outfit
prancing around the kitchen but then thoughts of bringing drinks or
serving dinner to the guests scared the hell out of me. Would I have
the nerve to go through with it?
(And gueess what? Those darned butterflies kept me ajitter all
afternoon. Every time I thought about my perverted little secret being
flaunted in front of the unknown guests.)
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Since I had gotten dressed earlier, I had stayed so busy that my little
pea brain didn't register the fact that I'd have to go outside to cook.
And remain there at the grill to tend the steaks and burgers, the whole
while in plain view! Finally, that fact did come to the surface. Shit!
Janice had this planned out pretty well.
My grill was in the garage and I usually rolled it out onto the
driveway to cook. I'd be on display for all to see. Now I really had
doubts as to whether I could go through with this. A see thru top with
a pink bra showing through! Pink Socks! White sneakers. Daisy Dukes
with chastity cage straining to show itself. Come on! In front of
people I had lived next to for several years. Terrifying!
(Ahhh. There was that little buzz of butterflies getting a bit crazy as
I contemplated that exhibition, scary as it sounded).
I spent what little time I had left trying to steel myself for the
ordeal about to transpire. I tried to convince myself that since the
neighbors already knew I wore women's clothing anyway it didn't really
matter, but still. This was a lot different than girl jeans and T
shirt. Janice said the guests knew too but I would have to be face to
face with them and have to interact and talk to them all afternoon and
evening. It would be impossible for me to ignore them.
Some things one can never prepare for and one has to be willing to jump
feet first and see how deep and cold the water is. That was about my
only option so I tried my best to push it all out of my head, keep busy
making preparations and take things as they came.
Bess
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