"You what?!" said Erin Johnson to her husband Bob, with a tone of both
anger and incredulity in her voice. This was supposed to be an evening
of pleasant romance between the two, but like most such evenings, it had
ended prematurely. Usually, Bob at least lasted until he and Erin were
lying together in bed. But increasingly, he wasn't even lasting that
long, and tonight, as they were dancing slowly, and just as Erin's
desire was started to build, Bob had gotten that terrible sheepish
guilty look on his face. Looking down, Erin noticed a spot of dampness
spreading across the front of his pants.
"I'm sorry sweetheart" Bob whispered in reply. "You're just so beautiful
and sexy that I can't control myself. I'll do better next time, I
promise." "Oh, sure you will" mocked Erin. "Just like last time, and the
time before that, and the time before that? I've heard your promises
before. Well this time, that's it. There's no reason why I should have
to put up with the frustration that you put me through, and from now on
I won't."
Bob had never seen his wife this angry before. "Erin. What are you
saying? You know I love you. You know how sexy you are. That's all it
is. I'll do better." But in reply, Bob's wife took his face in her hand,
looked him in the eyes, and said "You know what you are like, Bob? A
baby. Babies can't control themselves and you can't control yourself. So
if you're going to act like a baby,
I'm going to have to treat you like one. When babies wet themselves,
what do we do?"
"D..Diaper them?" said Bob hesitatingly. "That's right" continued Erin.
"Diaper them. And that's what I'm going to do to you. We're going to go
to the store, get some diapers and pink plastic pants, and that's what
you're going to wear until you learn how to control yourself like a
man."
"Y..you're going to make me wear diapers like a baby boy?" said Bob,
whose voice had begun to quiver as he became more and more upset.
"Please Erin, don't do that. I can control myself. I promise I can.
Don't put me in diapers. Please. Give me another chance. I can do it."
Erin looked at her poor husband. Tears were starting to flow down his
cheeks, and he had actually dropped to the floor and was hugging her
around her legs, pleading with her to let him try to show her that he
could be a man. But Erin was unmoved. She'd suffered frustration too
many times. "Look at you" she said. "You're crying. Just like a baby. It
shows that I should be putting you in diapers, and the sooner the
better. But I don't know where this 'baby boy' stuff comes from. I
didn't say anything about making you into a baby boy. A real man
wouldn't have to be put into diapers by his wife. But you're not a real
man - you're a sissy. And sissies don't get put into baby boy clothes -
they're dressed as baby girls. And that is exactly how I'm going to be
dressing you."
Erin took her husband's hand in hers and pulled him to a standing
position. "Come on. Let's get this over with. I don't want to waste the
whole evening."
Bob was so upset he could scarcely understand what was happening.
Meekly, he followed his wife to the car, and sat in the passenger seat
with his head down and the tears still flowing as they drove to a nearby
pharmacy. After parking the car, Erin started to walk to the store, but
then noticed that Bob wasn't moving from his seat. Returning to his
side, she opened the door, and in a quiet but very firm voice said "Bob
- if you know what is good for you you'll come with me this instant. I
know you don't think things could be any worse for you than they are
now, but I assure you they could be. If you want me to stay with you,
you will come with me into this store right now and you will do as you
are told. Have I made myself completely understood?"
Bob looked up at the wife he adored, saw the seriousness in her face,
and quickly scrambled from the car to accompany her into the store. As
soon as they got inside, Erin spied the assistant store manager - a
woman named Amanda who was a friend of Erin's from high school days.
"Amanda" Erin called out. "Where are the adult diapers?" Amanda pointed
toward the back of the store. "Back of aisle 4. And good for you. It's
about time you took control like this."
Bob couldn't believe what he was hearing. "D..does Amanda know why we're
here?" he whispered. "Yes, as a matter of fact she does" replied his
wife. "I've talked about your little problem with her a number of times,
and it was actually her suggestion that I try putting you in diapers.
You know that she's never married and she's told me a bunch of times
that she can't figure out why I ever got married - and why I married you
especially. Well, your little 'prematurity' problem has certainly
convinced her that she's been right all along."
By then they were in the adult diaper section. Mrs. Johnson picked out a
pack of a dozen extra thick diapers, and then motioned to her husband to
follow her to the check out line. As she approached the checkout area,
Amanda settled in behind an unoccupied register and motioned for them to
let her check them out. "Well, Bob" Amanda said a laugh, as she rang up
the diapers "I see that Erin has finally come to her senses and is
following one of my suggestions." "Well, I had to try something" said
Erin. "He's really no better than a baby. Luckily I ordered those other
items a few weeks ago, so I've got some adult size plasticr pants waiting
for him at home. And an adorable pink baby bonnet. And a nice pacifier.
And a short pink frilly satin baby dress in Bob's size with some cute frilly pink satin panties covered in lace on the front and rear very very girl and sissyish!" Bob's eyes grew large when
he heard this, but as he started to say something, his wife interrupted
"Shh. I didn't invite a comment from you. Try to at least show me that
you can control your tongue - if not your privates."
By then Amanda had handed Erin back her change and put the diapers in a
large plastic bag. "So" said Amanda "are we on for later tonight then? I
get off work at 10, and Jimmy's coming by my house at 10:30. I can tell
him to bring his brother along for you. I can assure you that Jimmy's
brother Tom is not like your little baby here. I used to date him and I
know from many long nights that Tom's got the tool and the skills to
make sure you get what you need."
"Sounds great" said Erin. "I'll be there right around 10:30 - after I
put this little one to bed!"
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Bob was very quiet as they walked back to the car. He made sure he
opened the door for his wife, then got in on the passenger side. Erin,
in contrast, was smiling and humming; she'd been waiting for this night
for quite some time. Everything was set. Everything was going
smoothly. Bob's transformation into the perfect husband was about to
begin.
Bob, meanwhile, did not yet fully believe what was happening to him.
His wife had bought diapers and a an outfit of baby girl clothes for
him, and if he understood what she was saying, she was also planning to
go out with another man. He decided that his best strategy at that
point was not to make Erin any angrier with him than she was already.
Maybe this was all just a threat, or even a joke.
When they got home, Bob scurried out from the car and ran around to open
the door for Erin, then opened the door to the house for her. As soon
as they got inside he took her coat and hung it up, then as she sat down
in the living room he knelt in front of her to remove her shoes for her
and asked her if she wanted a drink. After fixing her a drink, he knelt
again in front of her.
"Erin" he said. "You know I love you and would do anything for you.
But you aren't really going to make me wear diapers are you? This is
silly. All you have to do is tell me what you want and how you want me
to behave better and I will."
Erin smiled. She knew that with a little effort she would be able to
get Bob to do what she said, but hadn't realized it would be quite this
easy. But Amanda had been right. She had told Erin that Bob's lack of
skill (and size) in the sack could be turned against him to get him to
go along with basically anything that Erin wanted. And with a little
prodding and encouragement from Amanda, what Erin had finally realized
that she wanted was for Bob to become her maid rather than her lover “
there were lots of other men around who could fulfill the lover role.
Erin wriggled her toes in Bob's face and laughed at his predicament.
"Oh sweetheart" she said "I know you'd try your darndest to please me,
but the harder you try, the quicker you seem to mess. This is the only
thing I can think of to do. So yes, I'm going to put you in diapers.
You know it's what you deserve. Just look “ I can still see a spot of
wetness on your pants. And we both know how sticky and messy your
underwear is right now. That is such a babyish thing to do. Isn't it?
Well “" Erin leaned over and took Bob's face in her hands, making him
look her in the eyes. "Isn't it?" "Y..Yes" he stammered, while doing
his best to avoid his wife's strong gaze. "And" continued Erin, "the
best way to deal with a babyish mess problem is with diapers. So let's
not have any more foolishness. Get those clothes off. It's time for
you to become my baby girl."
Bob looked up at his wife. Her gaze was strong and commanding. They
both knew that he'd obey. Slowly Bob removed his socks and shirt and
pants. Erin could see the mess he'd made in his underwear, and as Bob
saw her staring at the wet spot his face grew red with shame. He
hesitated for just a moment, but Erin motioned with her finger for him
to pull them down. "Now doesn't that feel better" she said "to get
those messy underpants off?" Bob nodded in agreement, but didn't say a
word. Erin next old him to go to their bedroom and to return with a
large plastic bag from her closet, containing the items she had
purchased during the past few weeks. When Bob returned with the bag,
Erin reached inside and pulled out a large changing pad. Placing it on
the rug, she motioned for Bob to lie on it face up. Erin next got out a
container of baby wipes to clean him up, then told him to lift his legs
so she could slide a diaper beneath his rear. In a moment she had it in
velcroed in place. Next came a pair of plastic pants followed by the very frilly pink satin panties.She slid them up his legs and tooked them over his nappy and plastic pants.Only a small amount of plastic could be seen from the leg openings she thought that this would be okay because she would like visitors to see that he truly was a sissy baby in diapers and needed the plastic pants She then had Bob stand up, and slid the large sizepink satin baby dress over his head. After helping him get his feet she pulled it down (the frilly skirt of the dress barely
coming below his waist so the ruffled pink satin panties were visible in typical baby girl fashion then buttoned it up the back. Next came the
baby bonnet, tied tightly beneath Bob's chin.
Stepping back, she walking completely around her new "baby girl." "Just
perfect" she said, with a laugh. "If you're a good baby girl, maybe
you'll be able to get out of diapers in a couple of weeks. I'm sure
you'll be eager to graduate to panties by then!"
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"OK, now come here, sweetie." As Bob started to stand up and move
towards his wife, he saw that she suddenly had an angry look again.
"NO! Not like that. Not standing up. Like a baby. On your hands and
knees."
Bob realized she was serious, and immediately got down on his hands and
knees to crawl to where Erin was now sitting. When he got there, he saw
that she had pulled a baby bottle from the bag and was holding it
towards him. With only a slight hesitation, Bob did as he knew was
expected of him “ he leaned forward and took the bottle's nipple between
his lips and started so suck, rhythmically taking in the warm baby
formula.
"That's a good little girl" laughed Erin. "Now as soon as you finish
that up, it will be time for you to go to bed. I'll be going out, so I
need you safely tucked away."
Bob got a pained expression on his face as he heard his wife's comment,
but obediently continued sucking on the bottle, until it's contents were
completely drained. Looking up at his wife, he now asked "Y..You aren't
really going to go out with someone else are you? Please tell me that
you were just kidding."
Erin laughed, and gave her husband a kiss on the head. "Crawl over
here, sweetie." And Erin lead her husband to where he could look at
himself in a mirror. "Look and tell me what you see."
"I .. I see me dressed in baby clothes." Bob quietly replied.
"That's right. And do you look like someone that I'd want to go to bed
with? Now be honest."
Bob looked again in the mirror, and then even more quietly replied
"No...I guess not...I...well, maybe you could let me wear something
else."
"But Bob" his wife exclaimed "You're dressed this way for a reason. And
you know what that reason is don't you."
"Yes" her humbled hubby replied.
"And what is that reason?" asked Erin. "Tell me. I want to be sure you
fully understand."
"I wet .. well, that is, messed my underpants ” prematurely."
"That's right. You ejaculated prematurely. Like a baby. And it's
because I love you that I'm going to train you now to behave better.
And that training starts with wearing diapers and being my baby girl.
But as long as you're a baby girl, you can't be the one I have sex with.
So of course, I'll be going out with other men. Or shall I say, I'll be
going out with real men. Let's get you into bed. Crawl behind me and
I'll get you tucked in."
Bob crawled after his wife, into the guest room. "I might be bringing
Tom home later to spend the night here, so you'll be sleeping in this
room. Be sure you don't get out of bed. I'll be very angry if you do.
You'll probably have to go during the night after drinking all that
formula, but that's what the diapers are for. I'm expecting you to be
wet by morning time “ it isn't good for you to hold it too long."
Bob climbed into the bed, and Erin then pulled the blankets up and
tucked them around him. She could see that tears had started to form in
her husband's eyes. She had no desire to make him sad like that, but he
was just going to have to learn. She was in charge now. He was going
to be trained to serve her, and part of that training was going to
involve feminizing him. It was the best thing for him, thought Erin “
and certainly the best thing for her. She gave him a kiss on the cheek,
then walked downstairs and out of the house to drive to Amanda's for her
date with Tom.
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Early the next morning, Bob heard his wife calling his name. "Bobbie
baby" she called. "Crawl on in here. I have someone I want you to
meet."
Bob obediently got out of bed and started to crawl into his wife's (and
what used to be his) bedroom. He was terribly uncomfortable, however,
because he was fighting the powerful urge to wet his diaper, but was
desperate not to. Maybe, he thought, Erin would relent and let his use
the bathroom like an adult if he did everything else she asked of him.
As he crawled into the bedroom, he saw that Erin was in bed beside a
handsome man in his early twenties.
"Bobbie baby" Erin said as she saw him enter the room. "You're a good
girl for crawling in here the way you knew you were supposed to. This
is Tom. Tom, this is my husband Bob. Bobbie, I'd like you to say hello
to Tom and to thank him for taking me out for sleeping with me. Oh --
and tell him why I had to go out with him instead of sleeping with you and the fact he has a nice thick seven inch cock.
The young man beside Erin in bed smiled and then laughed as he heard
Erin instruct her husband that way. Bob flushed red with embarrassment
and shame looking at the very large thick erect penis befre him, well over twice his size he admitted to himself but compliantly replied. "H..Hello Tom. Th..th..thank you
for taking Erin out and for sleeping with her. I know it was what she
wanted and needed after I, uh .., I messed too quickly before we were
able to sleep together."
"Good girl" laughed Erin. "Now how about that diaper. It must need to
be changed by now."
"No" said Bob. "It's still dry. I was hoping you'd let me use the
bathroom like a big b.. I mean like a big girl."
"Oh, is that what you thought? Well, I will let you “ when you become a
big girl. But for now you're a baby girl, so the only place you can wet
is in your diaper. Come on. Let's see you go."
Erin got out of bed and walked over to Bob. He could see that she was
completely naked and couldn't help staring at her beautiful body. Erin
saw where he was looking, and smiled, thinking how difficult it must be
for him to see her like that with another man in her bed. She knelt
down on the rug next to her husband and gave him a little kiss on the
cheek. "It's OK sugar. There's no reason to be so uncomfortable. Just
relax and let yourself go." Then turning to Tom she said "Would you
turn on the water in the bathroom. That will probably do the trick."
Tom walked into the attached bathroom and turned on the water then
returned to stand next to Erin. By then, Bob's need was overpowering
and he started to go in the diaper. From the look of shame on his face,
and the increasing sag in the diaper, Erin knew immediately what was
happening, and so did Tom.
"See now, that wasn't so bad, was it." said Erin when Bob had finished.
"Now we can get you changed. " Erin retrieved her changing items from
the corner of the room, told Bob to lie on his back on the changing pad.Bob placed his hands over the front of his frilly baby knickers to hide them from Tom."Don't be shy you know Tom is going to see how I keep you all pretty and what frillly baby girl panties you have to wear"
She quickly movey his hands away and pulled up his baby dress to keep it out of the way, pulled down the pink satin frilly panties to his ankles then she yanked down the
plastic pants, and undid the diaper. Tom, of course, was watching this
whole exercise -- with alternating looks of amusement and astonishment,
and Bob felt greater shame than he'd ever felt in his life. When Erin
opened the diaper, she took a moment to point out to Tom the small size
of her husband's privates. And then to emphasize the point, she gave
Bob a little tickle between the legs to get him aroused, and to show her
lover that even when her husband was aroused it was not a very
impressive sight. thats as big as she gets only three inches she giggled and watch how quickly he messes" she said with a very sarcastic and mocking
laugh. she gave him a few squeezes and strokes with her thumb and forefinger along the thin tiny shaft. Even though Bob did
his best to control himself, and despite his feeling of shame at being
handled that way by his wife in front of her lover, in less than a
minute her stroking produced the expected effect. "Now you see why I've
put him in diapers -- and why you're the one I'm sleeping with." Erin
commented to Tom, as she got out a baby wipe to clean her husband up,
and then put a clean diaper in place.
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Erin kept her husband in diapers full time for the next few weeks.
Even when he went to work he wore a disposable diaper beneath his suit,
and Erin marked it with her initials across the adhesive tabs to make
sure he couldn't remove it without her knowing. Bob would try to drink
very little in the morning so that he could make it through the day
without wetting, but when he got home he'd have to really let go -- and
then wait uncomfortably while he did his chores until Erin came home.
Usually she'd make him give her a drink first, but after relaxing with
that for a few minutes she'd change him. Bob would be so thirsty in the
evenings that he'd drink a lot then, and between that and getting used
to using the diaper, after just a few days both he and Erin were
surprised to see that he actually started to wet the diaper in his
sleep. "Well -- you really are a baby now, aren't you" Erin laughed the
first time this happened. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You never
could control yourself from cumming before you were supposed to, and now
you're peeing in your sleep as well." Bob felt shamed and humiliated,
and wisely decided against asking Erin right then about when he'd be
able to try having sex with her again.
But even worse than that humiliation was the shame of being seen dressed
in diapers and a baby girl dress by Erin's dates and friends. It was
about a week after Bob's punishment had begun that Erin invited Amanda
over to see how things were going. She instructed Bob to make some tea
and bake some cookies, and then when the doorbell rang, she sent him
crawling over to open it. Amanda almost didn't see him at first, but
then noticed the adult sized baby girl on hands and knees at her feet.
"Bobbie Johnson" she laughed. "You do look like Erin has put you in
your place." Amanda then walked into the living room where Erin was
already sitting, and the two of them began to chat while Bobbie fetched
them some tea. "So" inquired Amanda "are things going as well as they
look?"
"Better than you can imagine" said Erin. "I can't believe I put up with
Bob's infantile performance for so long. I've seen Tom a few times this
week already. What a difference from Bob! I feel so much better. No
more of that terrible frustration."
Amanda smiled. "I knew that was what you needed. And how about Bob.
Is he showing signs of doing any better?"
"Well, not in that respect" laughed Erin again. "Here, I'll show you.
Bobbie. Come in here please."
Bob crawled back into the living room. When he got there, Erin told him
to lie on his back , and then she slipped his rubber pants and diaper
down in front. "See, he gets hard whenever I expose him like this, but
he looks more like a little boy than a man" she said, as Amanda marveled
at the sight of Bob's tiny erection. "That's really it?" laughed
Amanda. "Yes, I'm afraid so." replied Erin. "Now watch and see how
long he can keep it. Bobbie, I'm going to rub you now and I want you
to keep from cumming as long as you can. Amanda is going to count
slowly."
Bob's face was blushing a deep red by now. "Erin, please" he begged
"can't you test me later, when no one else is here?"
"NO" replied Erin. "I want Amanda to see. Now be quiet, or when I
finish I'll give this little thing of yours a spanking too. Is that
what you want?" Bob bit his lip and made a small whimpering "No ma'am"
sound. "I thought not" said Erin. "Now here we go. I'll start as soon
as Amanda says one."
Amanda waited about five seconds, and then began her count. Erin took
hold of her husbands little penis and started to very quickly stroke it
up and down. Amanda could see Bob straining his face, but she'd barely
reached a count of ten when she saw him clench his teeth as a few spurts
of semen dribbled out from between Erin's fingers. "Well -- not quite
ready for me to give up my boyfriends" laughed Erin, as she pulled up
Bob's diaper. "I'll wipe you later. For now, Amanda and I are going
out. And don't wait up for us. We're going to be double dating
tonight."
Just then, Amanda reached into her purse. "Before we go, Erin, I have a
little something for Bobbie" Erin and Bob each looked over at the small
object that Amanda now held in her hand. "Wh ..what is it?" asked Bob
somewhat anxiously. "It's a pacifier" said Amanda. "See, this elastic
goes around your head, and this part goes in your mouth." "B...b..but,
it's shaped like a, well, you know." "That's right" chuckled Erin as
she took the pacifier from Amanda's hand and began to put it in her
husband's mouth "it's shaped just like a short little penis. What a
wonderful little present, Amanda. Just the thing for a sissy husband to
suck on. Say thank you, Bob."
Bob tried to obey, but all that came out of his mouth was a muffled
sound. Amanda and Erin began to laugh, and were still laughing as they
exited the door to go out. But as they left, Amanda turned back to
where Bob was still kneeling on the floor. "See, Bobbie, now you can
have a little one in you mouth while Erin gets a much bigger one to keep
her happy later." And then the two women were off.
Late that evening, Erin returned home, feeling quite tired but also
quite satisfied after a pleasant evening with Amanda, Jimmy, and Tom.
Before going to her own room, she looked in on Bob, who was sleeping
peacefully with the penis pacifier still firmly in place. Erin smiled
at his babyish sucking noises, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek,
thinking to herself how well everything was working out. It felt so
good to have regular sex with men who could fill her the way she needed,
but she did still love Bob and wanted to keep him -- not as a lover, of
course, but as a companion and servant. He was soon going to be the
perfect husband, she thought to herself -- completely submissive and
fully feminized. Who could want more?
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Bob knew that the only way he was ever going to get out of diapers and
baby girl clothes was to be completely obedient and to do his best to
always do what Erin wanted. He tried hard every day to behave the way
his wife wanted, and Erin was pleased to see that he no longer hesitated
to obey even when she told him to masturbate in front of her dates. One
morning, about three weeks after her diapering of her husband had begun,
Erin informed Bob that if he wanted, he could begin to wear diapers only
at night. Bob understood the need for continued diaper at night, since
he now was rarely dry when he awakened in the morning. But he was quite
grateful for any improvement in his treatment by his wife.
"If I do let you out of diapers during the day, you won't make me regret
that decision, will you?" Erin asked her husband. "You will continue to
be obedient and do all your chores, and serve me the way that I want.
And you won't have any wetting accidents, I hope."
"I promise" Bob replied. "I'll keep doing what you say. And it's only
at night that I ever have accidents."
"And you won't bother me for sex with you, will you. You understand
that you're still a long way from getting that privilege again."
"Yes, of course, dear. I understand."
"OK then. From now on during the day you can wear panties instead of
diapers. I went to the store yesterday and bought you seven pairs. One
for each day of the week. You'll find them in the dresser in your
room." Erin informed her husband.
"P..panties? You mean I don't get to wear regular underwear?" asked
Bob.
"Of course not" laughed Erin. "What ever made you think that. Do you
mean to tell me that you don't want to wear panties? Because I can keep
you in diapers if you'd like. Tell me. Which will it be?"
"Panties, please" replied Bob. "I'm sorry. I didn't understand. But
please, I'd be most grateful if you'd let me wear panties instead of a
diaper during the day."
"That's better" said Erin. "And while we're at it, I'm also going to
let you graduate from baby clothes to something more suited to a little
girl of four or five. You'll see that I've put some new dresses and
skirts and blouses and sweaters in your room as well. Go put one of the
pretty party dresses on for me to see. I think you'll like them."
Bob didn't know whether to be happy or distressed at this news. It was
wonderful that Erin was going to let him out of the baby clothes. But he
had thought that when that happened he'd be permitted to go back to
wearing his regular clothes again. Now he realized that Erin's
punishment was going to last a lot longer than he'd ever expected.
"How ... how long will I have to dress in those clothes" he asked his
wife.
"Well, that depends on you." replied Erin. "If you're really a good
little girl, you may only have to wear them for a month or so before
moving up to teenybopper outfits. But if you give me any trouble, I'll
have to keep you as a preschooler for longer than that. Now go to your
room and get changed into the peach colored dress."
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Bob was so relieved to be able to wear something other than diapers and
baby clothes, and to be permitted to walk upright instead of crawling,
that he eagerly hurried to his room to change into panties, the colorful
little girl's party dress that he found in the closet, white anklet
socks, and shiny black patent leather shoes. He then returned to get
Erin's approval of his appearance.
"Very nice, sweetie. Just adorable, in fact. Now, one of the first
things I need to show you now that you're old enough is how to sit
properly like a little girl and how to curtsey. When you sit in a
dress, Bobbie, it's important to always keep your knees together. So if
you're in a chair, you want to sit up straight, knees and ankles
together or else knees together and ankles crossed, and with your hands
folded neatly in your lap. Sit on this chair and show me. That's it.
Very nice. OK, now if you're sitting on the floor you want your legs
together and folder under your or to the side. Give it a try.
Excellent! You know, it's almost as if you were born to be a girl
Bobbie" Erin teased. Bobbie blushed at the comment, but was also
pleased that he was doing so well at behaving the way Erin wanted.
"OK" giggled Erin. "You know what? You're doing so well that I've got
a little reward for you. Come over her and stand in front of me.
That's it. Now turn around and spread your legs and lean over. You can
put your hands on the footrest to steady yourself if you'd like."
Bobbie had no idea why Erin was putting him in this position, but he
knew better than to disobey. And in any case, she'd said it was going
to be something he liked. The next thing Bobbie felt was Erin pulling
down his panties in back. Looking around, he saw her putting vaseline
on the first finger of her right hand.
"Now just relax, sweetie. This may feel a little cold at first, but I
know that you'll like it pretty soon." The next thing Bobbie felt was
Erin's finger probing at his opening in the rear. Automatically, he
tightened up a little, without even realizing what he was doing. Erin
rubbed the insides of his legs with her other hands. "Just relax
sweetie. This won't hurt at all" Erin said, and the combination of her
stroking of his thighs and her soft words did the trick. Bobbie was
able to relax a bit, permitting Erin to slide her finger all the way
inside him. Slowly, she worked it forward and back. "There now, doesn't
that feel nice?" she said, but before Bobbie could answer he felt
another finger join the first one. Erin could see that Bobbie was
enjoying the experience. His face had started to flush, and his little
penis was as hard as it could get. "H'mm -- just what you needed I
think" laughed Erin. She then wrapped her other hand around his little
member through the panties. Bobbie began to thrust back and forth,
simultaneously rubbing against Erin's hand in front and moving her
fingers back and forth in his rear. In about thirty seconds, though, it
was over. Bobbie gave a final thrust and Erin could feel him release
his mess into the panties.
"What a good little girl you are" she laughed. "Now go get yourself
cleaned up, put on a clean pair of panties, and you can start on your
chores. And if you're really good, we can do that again tomorrow."
******************************************************
Bobbie spent the next four weeks in his little girl role. Each day,
when he returned from work, and before even beginning his after-work
chores, he changed into one of the little girl outfits that
Erin had obtained for him. She'd gotten him two very frilly party
dresses, but also a couple of short little-girl skirts. His panties,
which he wore all day underneath his work clothes also, were all
particularly well suited to his new little girl life; one pair was white
with little duckling pictures, another was pink with little red ribbons
all around the waistband, and the others were similarly very girlish.
Erin also noticed that the transition from diapers to panties seemed to
also parallel a transition in Bob's attitude. His complaining about her
treatment of him had stopped, and instead he had become intent on really
being as good and obedient as he could be. Partly, Erin knew, his eager
obedience related to his desire to earn the favor of having her rub him
to release if he'd been good that day. These "reward" treatments always
involved some initial probing by Erin of her sissified husbands rear
with her fingers, or, after the first week, with small dildoes. "OK"
Erin would say with a smile towards the end of the day if Bob had been
satisfactorily obedient "we can do it." Bob would get as excited as a
little puppy when he heard this, and at Erin's command he would fetch
the dildo from Erin's dresser and then present himself on all fours with
rear raised for ready insertion. Erin would pull up his dress or skirt,
pull down his panties in back, and work the dildo back and forth inside
him until he was ready to explode. A little rub or even just a couple
of flicks with her fingers on his front was then enough to finish
things. "Thank you Erin" he would always say, to show her how
appreciative he was for the pleasures she provided him.
Even Erin's sleeping with other men was now something that they both
accepted as a natural part of their new arrangement, and Bob's chores
included helping her prepare for dates. These were, in fact, probably
his favorite chores, because they made him feel that he was
contributing, in at least an indirect way, to his wife's pleasure. He
would run her bath, lay out her clothes, brush her hair, do her nails,
and help her dress. And it was also his job to make sure that there was
a supply of lotions available if Erin and her date should desire them as
part of their intimate activities. Erin always made Bob greet her dates
at the door, which helped quickly put the minds of any new dates at ease
regarding concerns about going out with a married woman; after seeing
Bob in his little girl's outfit greet them at the door, any concerns
they might have had regarding a husband's jealousy were immediately
allayed.
Another change that occurred during Bob's first week as a little girl
was that Erin brought him in to have him pierced. Bob thought she meant
that his ears were going to be pierced, and he was quite concerned about
going out in public with studs in both ears. Of course, Erin did plan
to eventually have his ears pierced, but not at this time. So it was
with a mixture of relief and fear, that when they went to the piercing
studio, Bob realized that Erin and the woman on duty (a friend of Erin's
named Pamela) were discussing piercing him in more intimate locations.
"Pull down your pants dear" instructed Erin, as Bob stood nervously in
front of the two women in a back room of the parlor. Bob knew better
than to disobey, though Erin could see from the flushed expression on
his face and from the nervous shaking of his hands as he undid his belt
that he was both quite fearful and ashamed about the way Erin and Pamela
were discussing him.
"Do you keep him in panties all the time?" asked Pamela when she saw the
dainty undies Bob was wearing.
"Yes" replied Erin. "And at home he dresses as a little girl now,
although eventually I'll be letting him move on to more mature female
clothing." Erin then motioned to Bob to remove his panties also, and
when Pamela saw his hairless little penis she laughed and commented
"Well, I bet you don't get a lot of pleasure from that thing."
"No" chuckled Erin "In fact, all this started because of how poor he was
at satisfying me. So I finally just decided to stop letting him use it
that way anymore."
"I assume you get it elsewhere" responded Pamela "or do you just get
sissy here to satisfy you in other ways?"
"Mainly elsewhere" giggled Erin.
"Then is the idea to permanently chastise him?" asked Pamela. "I have a
couple of ways of doing that, so that it would be basically impossible
for him to cum anymore. I don't do many of those, but I do get a few
women every year who have decided to go that route. Or is it just
something for decoration that you'd like?" Pamela asked these questions
while inspecting Bob closely with her hands. The questions, however,
were directed only to Erin -- it was obvious that this was a decision
that was being made by Erin and Bob's feelings were basically
irrelevant. But Erin and Pamela both did note that Bob's face went from
very red to almost white at the mention of permanent chastisement.
"No -- not a permanent chastity I don' think" replied Erin (much to
Bob's relief), "but I would like to have control in that respect -- so
that there's no chance of him doing anything without my permission."
Pamela and Erin then discussed Erin's wishes a little further and Pamela
generated a couple of possible option. The one they finally settled on
involved insertion of a small ring through Bob's foreskin and another at
the base of his scrotum. Pamela showed Erin pictures that showed how a
small lock could be used to attach the two rings, which would make it
almost impossible for Bob to masturbate without the lock being removed.
"Let's do it" decided Erin, and an hour later she and Bob were home and
Erin was watching, please with the new jewelry her husband was wearing
beneath his panties.
It was during Bob's third week as a little girl that Erin first decided
to have him actually watch her be intimate with one of her dates. The
man in question (Paul) was another ex-flame of Amanda's who had come
highly recommended in the satisfying-a-woman department. Amanda had
told him that Erin was married but that he didn't have to be worried at
all about Erin's husband -- that in fact, Erin only had sex outside of
marriage but not with her husband.
The plan for the evening was for Erin and Paul to stay in and watch a
video and then for Paul to stay the night. As usual, Bob had a variety
of chores to do to help prepare for date -- making some hors d'oeurves,
ensuring that the clothes that Erin would be wearing were all nicely
cleaned and ironed, hand washing the lingerie that Erin had selected for
the evening and for sleeping, shining Erin's shoes, picking up the
video, buying champagne, straightening up the house, etc. etc. Then, in
the early evening, he ran Erin's bath for her, and when she was done he
was called on to dry her hair and brush it, help her dress, help her
with her makeup, and so on. In addition, Bob knew that Erin would want
him looking his little girl best, so he made sure he "naired" himself
completely during the afternoon (Erin was very strict about him not
having even a hint of body hair anywhere), and then dressed himself in
the pink party dress with a short little-girl's style white cardigan
sweater, anklet socks with shiny black shoes, and pink hair ribbons to
hold the little pigtails in place on either side of his head. Then, at
about 8:00 pm, as he helped Erin with some last minute preparation to
get herself ready for an evening of good sex, Bob heard the doorbell
ring. "That should be Paul" said Erin to her poor sissified husband.
"Go let him in for me."
**********************************************
Bob was always nervous about meeting one of his wife's dates for the
first time. Even when the date had been told about Erin and Bob's
situation, there was always that moment of shock on first seeing Bob
that made Bob feel extra humiliated and shamed. But this time turned
out to be worse than usual. Bob answered the door, keeping his eyes
down and curtseying nicely the way Erin had taught him, and it wasn't
until he had taken Paul's coat that he realized that this was someone he
had met before.
"Bob Johnson" laughed the man at the door. "I wondered if this was going
to be you. I mean, how many Bob Johnsons could there be in this area?
Do you remember me? From back in high school?"
Bob remembered Paul clearly now. In high school, Bob had been one of
the small, not-very-athletic and not-very-popular kids, while Paul had
been a top athlete and one of the school leaders -- and one of the most
popular with the girls. Bob had vivid memories of Paul and his friends
picking on him and teasing him when they were in high school. One time,
when they'd been drinking after a football game, Paul and some of his
friends and some of the cheerleaders had cornered Bob and forced him to
go into the girl's locker room with four of the cheerleaders where they
made him put on a cheerleader's outfit and then come out to show the
group of guys how he looked. It had been the worst experience of Bob's
life. But he also remembered dating a girl in high school for a short
time who would break her dates if Paul or one of his group asked her out
at the last minute. Bob had always wanted to get back at him for all
the teasing and bullying, but obviously that was not how things were
working out.
"Y..yes, I remember you" said Bob in a quiet voice, his face flushed
with embarrassment.
"Do you remember that time in the girl's locker room" laughed Paul.
"That was hysterical. When those girls dragged you out and you were
wearing that outfit with the tight sweater and the red skirt -- we
couldn't stop laughing. I guess I should have expected something like
this would happen to you eventually. Once a sissy always a sissy."
Bob flushed even redder, but had no response to Paul's question. They
both knew that Bob remembered the incident in all its shameful detail.
Bob showed Paul into the family room, then curtseyed again and left to
fetch him a drink. A moment later he was back with drink in hand.
"Thanks Bob" said Paul. "Or is it Bobbie? I think Amanda said
something about calling you that now. So tell me Bobbie -- where is
that lovely wife of yours? Amanda said she's very sexy. I can't
believe you managed to marry someone that I'd want to have sex with, but
life takes strange turns doesn't it. But I guess this was to be
expected if you did find someone attractive -- that eventually she'd
need someone like me to step into the breech that you can't fill
successfully. That's it, isn't it? That you couldn't do your manly
duties the way she wanted."
Paul stared at Bob, obviously awaiting a response this time to his
question. After an awkward moment of silence, Bob finally replied.
"Y..yes" he admitted. "That's right. She ...she needed more than she
was getting from me so she's started dating."
"And how often does she let you do it?" asked Paul, with a huge grin on
his face as he enjoyed the discomfort he was putting the poor sissy
through.
Bob looked down at his feet, unable to meet Paul stare. "Never -- any
more" he quietly admitted.
Just then, they both turned around as they heard Erin enter the room.
*********************************
They both saw that Erin looked great. She was wearing high heel sandals
(exposing her delightfully pedicured and polished toes -- pedicured and
polished by Bob of course), sheer stockings, a short tight navy blue
knee length skirt with a slit up one side that wen all the way to her
waist, and a baby blue angora cardigan sweater that was buttoned only
about half-way up and which did little hide the fact that she was
braless. She walked right up to Paul and gave him a big long sexy kiss.
"I see you've met my husband" she laughed when she and Paul finally
broke from their hug.
"Yes -- actually, we'd met before" said Paul. "Hasn't Bob ever
mentioned that I was one of his friends in high school? And didn't he
ever tell you of the famous cheerleader incident?"
"No he hasn't" said Erin. "Bobbie, dear, you should have told me. Were
you dating a cheerleader?"
"Uh -- that's not quite it" laughed Paul. "The sissy here was not
really the type to get a cheerleader date." Paul then proceeded to tell
Erin all about the incident, and also told her about asking out girls
who he knew were dating Bob. "So" he concluded "it really doesn't
surprise me that much that all these years later here I am about to
spend the evening with Bob's wife while he's spending the evening in
sissy clothes. He told me that you never have sex with him anymore --
only with other guys. Is that right?"
"It's true" laughed Erin. "But I do let him diddle himself in front of
my dates sometimes. That's about all the sex he ever gets now. Would
you like to see."
Paul was laughing so hard by now his eyes were watering. "Sure. I
could use a funny show. "
Erin took Paul by the hand and the two of them sat together on the
couch. Erin gave Paul a kiss, and then undid her sweater completely, so
that he could kiss and rub her breasts, while she slipped one hand
inside his pants. "Mmm" he cooed, as she felt him. "Amanda was right.
You are well endowed. Wait till you see Bob and how puny he is." As
she said this, Paul pulled his head up from Erin's chest and looked over
at the sissy standing in front of them. At that point, without removing
her hand from Paul's pants, Erin motioned for Bob to pull up his dress
and play with himself. "OK honey -- time to put on your quick little
show" she laughed.
Bob's face was beet red. This was worse than it had been with any of
Erin's other dates. She was being much more amorous in front of him
than she ever had been before, and the fact that Paul had been one of
his tormentors in high school made everything even more humiliating than
it would have been anyway. In high school he'd always hoped that he'd
someday be able to get back at the popular kids who had teased him and
picked on him, but now here he was with one of them about to have sex
with his wife while he was standing there dressed in the clothes of a
four year old girl.
************************************************
Despite the shame, Bob knew he had no choice but to do as Erin
instructed. As Erin and Paul continued to pet on the couch, Bob stood
in front of them and pulled down his panties and then held up his dress
with one hand.
Paul and Erin looked over, and the first thing Paul noticed was that the
locking chastity that Erin had had installed. "Well" said Paul to Erin,
"I guess he doesn't do anything with that without your permission. What
a clever little system you used. Where do you keep the key?."
"Just right here on my key ring in my purse" replied Erin. "Here, I'll
unlock him so he can play with himself a bit for us."
Erin retrieved the key from her purse and called Bob over so she could
unlock his privates. "OK, now rub it till it's hard honey" she told
him.
"That's it?" laughed Paul, when he saw the unimpressive dimensions of
Bob's privates. "Bobbie boy, I can't imagine you were ever able to
satisfy this lovely woman with that tool of yours."
"As a matter of fact, he never did" said Erin. "Here, let's show him
what a real man looks like. Bobbie, stop playing with yourself for a
minute and come over here and undo Paul's pants. I want you to see what
it is that I need."
Obediently Bob knelt in front of Erin and Paul and reached up to undo
Paul's pants. Erin then pulled Paul out of his pants. Even Bob was
shocked at the difference in size (both length and thickness) between
him and Paul. Paul grinned as he saw the expression on Bob's face.
"Well" said Erin to her sissy husband. "What do you think?"
"It ... it's much bigger" said Bob in almost a whisper.
"And much better for pleasing me" said Erin. "Now -- before Paul and I
really get it on I want you to give it a little kiss and thank Paul for
helping to take care of me."
"Wh .. what do you mean? Kiss it? Do you mean that." asked Bob with a
tone of astonishment.
"Just a little peck sweetie -- right on the tip" said Erin, with a
giggle.
Bob looked up at his wife and saw her look of determination.
Submissively, he did as he was told, leaning forward to place his lips
quickly where his wife had instructed.
"There, that was very nice" said Erin "And now thank Paul for taking
care of my needs."
Tears had started to well up in Bob's eyes as he quietly whimpered
"Th..thank you Paul -- for -- for sleeping with my wife."
"Why, you're very welcome" laughed Paul. "My pleasure in fact. Of
course, it's not a pleasure you ever have anymore is it. So let's get
back to seeing you give yourself a little pleasure. Stand back up there
and let us see you give that thing a little rubbing. Erin told me that
I'd better watch carefully or it will be all over before I've even
looked."
The tears were now streaming down Bob's face, but he did as he was told
-- lasting no more than 40 seconds this time.
"Well, what a show!" laughed Paul. "Short but fun."
"Go clean yourself up sweetie" instructed Erin. "Then come on back
here. I think Paul and I are going to do it right here in the family
room, and I think it would be fun to have you watch this time."
*****************************************
Bob returned from the bathroom a few minutes later. Even before
entering the family room he could hear the sounds of Erin and Paul's
lovemaking. Not sure what to do or where to stand, he awkwardly sat in
a corner away from the lovebirds, who were then focused solely on each
other on the couch. He could see that Erin was excited to a degree that
she'd never been with him, and was doing things with (and to) Paul that
she'd never done with him.
The activity continued for almost an hour in a variety of positions, and
during all that time Bob sat quietly like a good little girl in the
chair, watching but not speaking, and with his legs properly crossed at
the ankles and his hands neatly folded in his lap (the way that Erin had
taught him to sit). When the lovers were finally done they gave each
other one final deep kiss, got dressed, and then Paul left, without
having spoken another word to Bob. But after waving good-bye to Paul,
Erin returned, sat back on the couch, and called Bob over to sit on the
floor (with legs properly folded underneath him of course and with his
hands together on his lap) in front of her.
"OK -- clean-up time honey. There really isn't much to do tonight.
Just make sure the kitchen is straightened and the dishes done. And, of
course, you need to do your cleaning right here also." said Erin,
pointing to her just-used feminine lair. This was one duty that Bob
really had mixed feeling about. On the one hand, it was the only time
he ever really was permitted any form of intimate contact with his
wife. On the other hand .......
"Well" she said, when he was done licking her clean "now you've seen
what it's like when a real man makes love to a woman. Not exactly like
our old sessions, now was it?"
Bob had no choice but to agree.
"You know" continued Erin "you'd never told me about that cheerleader
incident before. I'd like to hear more."
"Wh..what do you mean" stammered Bob.
"Well -- for starters -- did you like it? Being dressed up as a
cheerleader I mean and being paraded around in front of the Paul and the
other football players."
"No, of course not. It was terrible. I hated it. I cried."
"Oh, come on. You must have liked some parts of it just a little bit"
teased Erin. "I mean -- how about when you had to take off all your
clothes in the locker room with the cheerleaders. That must have been a
bit fun. I bet you got excited. Did you?"
A flush of crimson flushed across Bob's cheeks. "Well, no, it wasn't
fun. It was embarrassing. But I did get excited. I didn't want to,
but I did."
"And how did all the girls react when they saw you with an erection?"
Bob looked down, and answered in a voice that was so soft that Erin
could barely hear when he'd said. "They laughed at me."
"They what?" asked Erin. "I couldn't hear. Don't whisper sweetie. I
just want to know what happened."
"They laughed at me" said Bob, a little louder this time, "because,
well, you know."
"Because you're not very big." said Erin. "Was that what they were
laughing about."
"Y...yes" said Bob as the beginnings of a tears started to form in the
corners of his eyes.
"Oh, don't cry sweet girl" said Erin, as she dabbed at his eyes with a
kleenex. "There's nothing the matter with a sissy boy not being very
big. I bet that's true of a lot of sissies. So what else happened.
Paul said to ask you about the happy face. What was that all about?"
"He told you that!" whimpered Bob. "I..I can't tell you about that."
"Of course you can" said Erin, leaning over to give him a little hug and
then patting his head and letting him lay it in her lap. "I'm your
wife. You love me. I know that for sure. You should tell me
everything. There's no reason to hide experiences from me."
Bob had started to cry once again, but through his tears he told Erin
the rest of the story. "Wh..when the girls saw me with a, well, you
know, with an erection, they laughed and then one of them got out her
make-up kit and put lipstick on it -- on the tip, and then got out an
eyebrow pencil and drew in two little dark spots as eyes and a smile
face. All on the tip. And then after they dressed me in the uniform
and made me go out and show they guys, they made me hold up the skirt
and they pulled down the panties so the guys could see the happy face."
Bob started to cry a lot harder as he finished the tale. Erin patted
his head. "That's OK little sissy. " she said. " It's OK to cry.
That's what little girls do. Go ahead. Cry it out. It will make you
feel better."
Bob continued to cry for several minutes, before finally regaining his
composure. "There, there" said Erin. "Now don't you feel better.
Aren't you glad you told me about that, and stopped trying to hide that
from me. No more hiding anything from me, do you understand?"
Bob looked up at his wife with an almost overwhelming feeling of love
and devotion, and at the same time a sense of the complete, almost
maternal control that she now had over him.
"You know what I think?" continued Erin. "I'll bet that that wasn't the
only time you were ever in panties when you were younger. It's time to
tell me all about those other times too. There were some other times,
weren't there?"
Bob looked up at her again, and nodded. "Yes ...a...a couple of times."
"Well, tell me about them" said Erin.
************************************************
"Once ....once was when I was only about 8. It was halloween" Bob
said. "My parents were away and I was staying with a neighbor -- an
older woman -- Mrs. Conrad --whose own children were adults. I had a
halloween party to go to, but my mom had not told Mrs. Conrad about it.
So I got back from school that day, and didn't have a costume to wear,
and it was too late to go buy one."
Erin listened quietly as her sissy husband continued to tell her of this
shameful experience that he'd never discussed before.
"Mrs. Conrad looked around for something to use. I said I could go as a
ghost, but she didn't want to ruin any of her sheets. Finally she said
that she was sure there must be something in the attic. A few minutes
later, she came back with something in her hands -- a girl's dance
costume that one of her daughters had worn years earlier when she was a
princess in a ballet recital."
Erin began to chuckle. "Was there a tutu and everything?" she giggled.
"Yes" admitted Bob. "and tights, and ballet shoes, and even a silvery
plastic tiara."
"And you agree to wear that?" asked Erin. "My goodness -- you must have
been a sissy even way back then."
"No, I didn't agree." protested Bob. "But Mrs. Conrad kept insisting,
and telling me that this was the only costume she had, so that if I
wanted to go to the party, I had to wear that costume. And when I
complained and said no, she just told me I was being silly, and that
since it was halloween, it was OK to wear any kind of costume, even that
kind. I still didn't want to, and said I couldn't because I wasn't
really a girl, but Mrs. Conrad then started to get angry and said that I
wasn't a cowboy either but that I wouldn't object to wearing a cowboy
costume. Well, finally, partly because she was getting so angry, partly
because I really wanted to go to the party, and partly just because her
arguments seemed to make sense to me, I agreed."
"Oh, wow. I wish I'd been there." laughed Erin. "So -- you put on the
costume?"
"Well, first, Mrs. Conrad made me take all my clothes off" blushed Bob.
"She was very direct -- simply told me to stand there and get undressed,
and when I stopped at my underwear she came over and pulled that off me
too, and handed me a pair of panties to wear instead."
"And how did that feel, sweeties?" asked Erin.
"I .. I didn't like it, and told her that I should at least get to wear
my own underpants, but she didn't pay any attention to what I was
saying. And then, well, she got made at me because, I ..well, I
responded to the feel of the panties."
"You mean you got a little erection?" said Erin in amazement. "Did Mrs.
Conrad see it. What did she do?"
"She saw it poking the panties, and made me take them down, gave it a
swat to make it relax, and then taped it back between my legs. I was
actually crying by this time, but she was so wrapped up in getting me
into the costume that I don't think she really noticed."
"Then" Bob continued "I put the panties back in place, and had to put
on a pair of tights, a leotard, and tutu. Mrs. Conrad also put make-up
on me."
Just as Bob was saying this, he realized that Erin had started to let
her hands wander down underneath his panties (with one hand) and
underneath her panties (with the other). He stopped talking, and just
lay there to enjoy the moment of closeness between them.
"Bobbie dear" said Erin "I think I'm going to interrupt you for a couple
of minutes. There's something I want to get, and then you can continue
your story."
Bob moved to let Erin get up, then sat waiting, unsure (and nervous)
about what it was that she might have in mind. She was gone about three
or four minutes, and when she returned and Bob saw what she was wearing,
all he could do was open his mouth in shock. Erin was still dressed in
her blouse and sweater, but she had removed her skirt and panties, and
was wearing just her stockings and a garter and ... the item that really
caught Bob's attention ..a strap-on dildo!
"I think it's time you got experience feeling is like with me really
working one of these in and out inside you" Erin said, with a huge grin
on her face. "I suspect you'll enjoy the feeling -- and certainly I
know that I will! " Erin then walked over so that the device was
bobbing directly in front of her sissy husband's face. Bob wasn't sure
what he should do or what was expected of him. This dildo was much
bigger than anything his wife had ever used on him before, and she'd
never used one as a strap-on.
"Bobbie" said Erin at bit sternly "when you see one of these, up nicely
erect like this, in front of your face -- whether it's my strap-on or a
real one of one of my lovers -- I expect you to show your proper respect
by kissing it. Go ahead."
Bob knelt in front of his wife, looked up at her face, and could see
clearly from the determined look that met his glance that he would be
well advised to do exactly as Erin said. So -- meekly and obediently --
he leaned over and planted his lips on the tip of the object still
bobbing in his face.
"Very good" said Erin. "And now -- put the tip in your mouth. NOW
BOBBIE! Get it all wet and smooth. I assure you that you'll be a lot
happier in a few minutes if you do."
Erin smiled at the sight of her sissified husband with the end of the
dildo between his lips. "Good girl" she said. "When you think that's
enough, turn around on your hands and knees and put your arms on the
floor and your head on your arms."
Bob continued with his licking of the strap-on for another minute, then
nervously turned around and got into the position indicated by his
wife. Erin could see that he was visibly shaking with nervousness --
which made her even more pleased with his obedience. As he adopted the
position, Erin moved behind him, and pulled up his skirt and pulled down
his panties. Bob could feel the hard object rubbing between his cheeks,
the end starting to make them spread. "You're about to be taken,
Bobbie" said Erin. "I'm sure you'll grow to like this, even if it isn't
so much fun today. "
Bob, who had been fearfully compliant up to this point, was suddenly
overcome with trepidation. "Oh Erin, sweetheart. Please. Don't. I
beg of you. Please. I'll ...I'll do anything you want. But not this.
Please."
"BOBBIE" replied his wife. "DO NOT COMPLAIN. You know how much I
dislike that. And has it ever gotten you what you want before? No? Of
course not. It just makes me angry. I want to use this on you. It
will make me feel good. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want me to
be pleased?"
"Yes, of course, sweetheart, it's just that ....."
"Then no more whining and no 'just that's' again." commanded Erin. "This
is what happens to sissified men, and it is going to happen to you!
Just keep going with your story of the Halloween party. I want to hear
all about that while I do this."
Meekly, Bob tried to continue his story.
"Th...th..then Mrs. Conrad took me to the party. I wanted to run from
the house to the car so that no one would see me, but Mrs. Conrad didn't
rush at all and she had me by the hand. Unfortunately, her next door
neighbor -- another older woman -- was out in her front yard gardening
and when she saw us she called Mrs. Conrad over to say hello. I had to
go over too. I'd met this woman a couple of other times, but she didn't
recognize me at first -- not surprisingly. In fact, at first she asked
Mrs. Conrad 'What's this little girl's name?', and I had to tell her it
was me, Bob. She stared for a moment and ...." .
Just at that moment in telling the story, Bob felt his wife press the
strap-on hard against his opening. Although he knew he should just try
to relax, he couldn't, and his body automatically resisted the intrusion
until Erin reached down to help spread him with her hands -- and
suddenly Bob felt the end of the dildo slip past the opening and slide
deep inside.
"Good girl! See -- now that wasn't so bad was it?" laughed Erin. "Just
go on with your story while I have my fun back here" she said as she
leaned over and gave her sissy hubby a little kiss on the back of the
head.
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Bob tried to continue to tell Erin of his Halloween party experience,
but the feeling of his wife having her way with him with the dildo from
behind made it somewhat difficult for him to focus on his memories.
"The ...the woman" Bob continued "stared at me again, made me look right
up at her, and then said 'Why it really is you, bobbie. What a
wonderful Halloween costume. You look just precious. Mrs. Conrad you
really have a talent for costumes. ' Then, turning to me again, she
asked if I could pirouette for her, and Mrs. Conrad made me do a few
ballet twirls and prance around a bit for the woman."
As Bob continued his story he could feel his wife increasing the speed
and intensity of her thrusts, and could tell from her breathing that she
was getting very close to a climax. But when he stopped relating his
tale, Erin quickly gave him a slap to tell him to continue.
"Well, after that we got in the car and drove to my friend's house. I
didn't want to go in. All the excitement of thinking about the party
was gone. Instead, all I could think about was what my friends were
going to think when they saw me. I begged Mrs. Conrad not to make me go
in, but she just got really mad when I said that. She told me that
she'd gone to a lot of effort to get me looking pretty in my costume, so
there was not a chance in the world that I was not going to go to the
party. She then got out of the car, walked around, opened my door, and
took my hand. All I did was look at my feet as we walked up to the
front door. Mrs. Conrad rang the bell, and as I heard footsteps
approaching I wanted to run away more than anything in the world, but
Mrs. Conrad squeezed my hand tightly and said to me in a very stern
voice to quit acting up -- that I looked very pretty and everyone would
like the costume."
"Then the door opened. It was my friend's mom. She ......" . Just
then Bobbie realized that Erin was beginning her climax. He had been
doing his best to move his hips to meet each of her thrusts -- wanting
very much for her to be pleased with his "performance", and now he
pushed back extra hard just as Erin was pushing forward with one last
intense thrust. Bobbie could feel her whole body shudder, and then,
after one loud gasp, she stopped thrusting and just lay across his back.
"Mmmm" she said. "That was delightful! We definitely will be doing
this again." Then with a quiet laugh she said "So --tell me sweetie --
how did your mom's friend react when she saw you?"
As Erin relaxed in the afterglow of having introduced her husband to his
first strap-on experience, Bobbie continued his story of his Halloween
party humiliation.
"Well -- at first she thought I was one of the girls, dressed up as a
ballerina, but there were only a couple of girls invited to the party
and she didn't recognize me as one of them. The way I remember it is
that she seemed a bit confused, and asked Mrs. Conrad who 'this pretty
little one is?'. Mrs. Conrad made me tell her, but when I did she
didn't really react at all. She just told me how cute I looked and what
a wonderful costume it was, and then told Mrs. Conrad what time to pick
me up. My friend's mom then ushered me inside where all the other kids
were already playing a party game. She stopped the game to get
everyone's attention and then told them "Bob's finally here kids.
Doesn't he look cute."
Erin was giggling by now at the thought of her husband when he was a
child greeting his friends in his ballerina costume. "And what did you
friends think? Did they think you looked cute."
"It..it wasn't funny." protested Bob. "I was so embarrassed, and the
guys all laughed at me and called me 'tutu sissy'. The girls were nice
though and told me they liked the costume a lot, so I ended up playing
mostly with the girls at the party. My friend's mom was nice too,
although that probably made it worse. When it was time for the 'best
costume' contest she made me do some ballet steps and in front of
everyone she showed me how to do a ballet curtsey and then made me do
curtsey for everyone who wanted to vote for me for best costume. Well
the guys thought that was so funny that they all said they'd vote for me
and I had to do a curtsey for each of them, which was horribly
humiliating."
"Oh, I'm sure it must have been a really embarrassing experience at the
time. But I bet you really did enjoy it just a little bit, didn't you?
There's nothing wrong with that you know. It's OK to admit that when
you were a boy you sometimes wished you were pretty like a girl."
"NO" said Bob. "I didn't."
"Not even once. Not even a little bit" teased Erin. "Not even when you
were dressed up like a pretty ballerina?"
Bob blushed as he thought back more on his Halloween experience. "Well"
he admitted "maybe just a little. Th..the girls and the moms all were
very nice to me and told me how pretty I looked and that did make me
feel good."
Erin smiled at her sissy husband's response, and thought to herself that
if he had a side to him that really wanted to be pretty and to be
treated like a female, what she had planned for him was certainly going
to satisfy those feelings.
"Oh, by the way" said Erin, changing the topic. "Did I mention that a
friend of mine is going to be coming over for lunch on Saturday, and
she's bringing her sissy husband with her for you to play with? She
first turned him into a feminized sissy almost two years ago and she
said they're always on the lookout for other little-girl sissy men for
her sissy to play with." And then with a laugh, Erin said "I'm sure you
two will have lots of fun!"
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The impending visit preyed on Bob's mind all week. He kept hoping Erin
would tell him that she was just kidding, but of course she wasn't. On
Saturday morning Erin reminded Bob that he should take extra care to
make himself look as pretty as possible. "I strongly suggest that you
wear something that you think will make me pleased with your
appearance." she told him.
Bob took a long time deciding what to wear, finally choosing to put on
his may jane shoes, pink knee socks, very short red skirt, and pink
little-girl's style lambs wool sweater set (the cardigan and pullover
each had flower patterns in embroidery). He also put his hair into
short braids (one on each side like pigtails) tied with small red
ribbons, and added a two small red heart barettes to his hair as well.
Then he went see Erin for "inspection."
"Oh sweetie." Erin said with a big smile (much to Bob's relief -- he was
always nervous about inspections). "You look very nice. Now remember,
when my friend Mrs. Smythe shows up, I want you to answer the door. The
first thing you should do after she enters is curtsey and introduce
yourself. I bought a present for her sissy husband Alicia. Mrs. Smythe
told me that Alicia loves rhumba panties, so I bought her a pair for you
to give her. When you meet her I want you to curtsey to her as well,
then give her the gift and give her a tiny kiss on the cheek. You and
Alicia will be serving us lunch -- so be sure to get out a apron for
both of you to wear while you're cooking and serving and cleaning. But
then you should have some time to play together after lunch. Mrs.
Smythe said that Alicia is bringing some of her dolls to play with. I
want you to play nicely with Alicia and not cause any trouble -- OR
ELSE. Is that understood."
Bob dreaded the thought of the visit, but knew that complaining would
get him nowhere, so he meekly nodded his head and uttered a polite "Yes
ma'am. I understand."
Bob spent most of the rest of the morning making preparation for the
visit -- straightening the house, getting everything ready for lunch,
and so on. He was very nervous, and when the doorbell rang at exactly
the appointed hour, Bob jumped with a startle, but then went to get the
door.
When he opened the door, Bob was met by the sight of a very tall very
attractive woman, about five or ten years older than Erin. Mrs.
Smythe's height was further enhanced by the steeply high heeled shoes
she was wearing, and Bobbie noted a distinct old-fashionedness about her
appearance -- her stockings were black with noticeable seams up the
back, and she was wearing a long gray wool flannel skirt and a high neck
victorian style white blouse. "Why hello" said Mrs. Smythe, in an
accent that immediately revealed her British heritage, "You must be
Bobbie. How very nice to meet you." And then as Bobbie curtseyed, Mrs.
Smythe continued "How adorable you look dear. I can see already that
Erin has you very well trained as a sissy." Then, turning to the
sissified man who was holding her hand as if her were just a child, Mrs.
Smythe said "Alicia, say hello to Bobbie. You two will be playing
together today."
Mrs. Smythe's husband was as small as she was tall -- Bobbie guessed he
was barely above five feet tall (if that), with narrow shoulders and an
overall rather frail appearance. Alicia was decked out in an clothes
that Bobbie immediately thought of as a typical little girl's church
outfit -- black patent leather shoes, yellow anklets, a very short
yellow party dress, white gloves, and small yellow purse. Alicia had
one very large yellow ribbon just lightly to one side on the top of her
head, and otherwise her long blond hair fell freely in large ringlets
down onto her shoulders and her back.
"Hello Bobbie" said Alicia with a curtsey. "You look very pretty."
Bobbie returned the curtsey, just as Erin had told him to do. "Hello
Alicia. You look very pretty too." said Bobbie, who then reached over
to the table near the door to get the present for Alicia. "Here" said
Bobbie. "This is for you." Bobbie hesitated a moment, but then
realized that Erin had just appeared from down the stairs. Knowing what
was expected of him, and fearful of incurring Erin's wrath (especially
in front of company) he then leaned over and gave Alicia a tiny kiss on
the cheek.
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"Well hello Arlene" said Erin to Mrs. Smythe. "We're so pleased you
were able to visit. And I see you brought Alicia along with you.
Wonderful. How are you Alicia?"
The little feminised sissy curtseyed politely and then in a sweetly soft
and surprisingly high pitched voice "I'm very well, thank you Mrs.
Johnson."
"Why don't you open your gift sugar" said Mrs. Smythe to her husband.
Alicia neatly removed the wrapping paper, undid the box, and then let
out a squeal of delight. "Oh mommy look" s/he said to Mrs. Smythe.
"Panties. Just the kind I love. Oh thank you Bobbie."
"Why don't you put them on?" said Mrs. Smythe.
"May I!" exclaimed her husband excitedly, and then Alicia held the skirt
of her dress up high above her waist as his wife pulled the panties he
was wearing down his legs and replaced them with the new rhumba panties
he'd just received. As this change of panties was being performed, both
Bobbie and Erin noticed something odd. Alicia was completely shaven so
she looked rather babyish between her legs -- which didn't surprise Erin
and Bobbie too much. What did surprise them was how small Alicia was
down there, and the fact that they couldn't notice any sign of
testicles! Mrs. Smythe noticed the stares and laughed.
"Ah" she said, "it seems you've noticed what a baby Alicia is down
there. You can have a feel Erin. What do you think?"
Erin reached over, pulled Alicia's little penis up out of the way. and
felt around below and behind it. "There ..there's really nothing
there!" she said, somewhat started. Poor Alicia was blushing furiously
by then, but did nothing to stop Erin's fingers from their exploration.
"That's right" said Arlene Smythe. "When I first made him into a sissy
he just seemed to be excited all the time and I couldn't stop him from
playing with himself. I warned him what would happen, but I guess it
just wasn't something he could control. In any case, you can see what I
had done -- had him gelded you might say. What about your husband. How
have you dealt with that problem?"
"Well -- I'll show you" laughed Erin. "Bobbie -- show Mrs. Smythe and
Alicia how I control your chastity."
Bobbie hesitated for a moment, but then pulled up his skirt and pulled
down his panties. "Lie down on the couch here so they can see better"
instructed Erin. Bobbie lay on the couch and Mrs. Smythe then knelt
beside him to get a good look at what Erin had done.
"Oh -- now that is really nice" said Mrs. Smythe as she admired the
piercings that were used to lock Bobbie's penis back between his legs.
"I can see that it must keep him completely chaste , and he has to pee
sitting down. What a marvelous idea. If I'd thought of doing that,
Alicia here might still be able to get an erection. I assume you keep
the key, Erin?"
"Of course. I have two copies actually. One in my purse and another in
my locked jewelry box upstairs."
"Can we see it unlocked?" asked Mrs. Smythe. "Alicia gets so envious of
sissies who have not been gelded, but she also loves to see a sissy
penis in working order. Bobbie's does work I take it?"
"Oh yes" laughed Erin as she used the key from her purse to unlock
Bobbie's penis. "Not that he gets to use it very much -- and certainly
I never let it near me!"
With the lock removed, Arlene Smythe reached over to give some squeezes
so that she and her sissy husband could see Bobbie's privates in
action. As expected, it took just a little bit of stimulation to bring
him to attention.
"Can..can I give it a little kiss?" asked Alicia, looking up at Mrs.
Smythe.
Bobbie's eyes grew wide, and he looked over at Mrs. Smythe and then at
his own wife assuming (and certainly hoping) that she would make clear
that this wasn't the kind of game that he liked.
"Well -- I guess that's up to Mrs. Johnson" laughed Arlene. "What do
you think Erin. Can my sissy give it a little kiss?"
Erin looked at Bobbie and had no trouble reading the meaning of the look
of fear in his eyes. "I don't see why not" she laughed. "In fact, I'll
tell you what. We can put Bobbie on this coffee table over here and tie
his hands and feet to the table legs so he can't move. Then Alicia can
play with him however she wants. I can see that Alicia would like that
-- and, well, I do think it's time for Bobbie to learn about these
things."
Bobbie knew better than to protest, but couldn't stop a few tears from
welling up in his eyes as the two women placed him on the coffee table
and tied his hands and feet in place. "There" said Erin. " That should
do it. Why don't we go upstairs Arlene and let these two play by
themselves for a little while. I'll show you some pictures from our
photo album." The two women then got up and left the room, but not
before noticing that Alicia was giving her new sissy friend somewhat
more than just a little peck of a kiss.
About twenty minutes later the women came back downstairs. By then,
Alicia was sitting off to the side by herself playing with a doll.
Bobbie was still tied to the table, and the women could see that the
aroused state that his penis had been in when they'd left had been
replaced by a flaccid limpness now. Both women laughed at the sight,
giving each other a knowing look, and then Erin went over to release her
sissy husband from his bonds.
"Go play with your dolls for a few minutes, dear" laughed Erin. "Then
you and Alicia can get us some cakes and coffee."
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