A Night With The Girls

My wife, Diane, had very long and soft auburn hair. It was very thick as well. It fell to the middle of her back in very large and soft curls that spilled over her shoulders. One night I had just come home from work and she was sitting there by her vanity lightly combing her hair. As I watched her I began to get very, very excited and somewhat lost watching her.

By Maurice Mickey Maschke

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Getting up she told me to 'stay' and walked over to the girls sitting on the couch. She showed them my pictures that Diane had taken just before with me. The girls all laughed and talked about what a good job Diane had done with me. They told her how proud they were of her. And how they were sure that she would love having me as her slave instead of her husband. And they loved how she had changed me into a girl. But there were a bit skeptical about whether Diane really had control over me or not. Diane said that I would do whatever she asked me to. And Charlene and Shannon just couldn't believe that.

So Diane then came back over to where I was kneeling and she told me first to bend down and kiss her feet, to worship her feet. As I did this the girls began to laugh and say how nice it was that Diane could make me do that. Bu they still seemed to doubt that I had been made her prisoner. So Diane had me stand up in front of her. She told me to look into her eyes. As she did this she began to caress my C over and over telling me to get lost in the softness. Her perfume, my perfume, her hair, her eyes, and the fur were too much for me. I was getting harder and harder. I was about to explode. Laughing, Diane asked me if I wanted to masturbate for her? I begged her to let me masturbate. She reminded me that I would have to do it right here in front of the girls. But that she was sure that I would do it if she asked me to. I told her that I would. And she then took the c-ring off of me and told me to sit on the floor in front of the girls and to masturbate myself to exploding. As I sat down the girls began making comments about how nice my hair looked and how soft I was. They told me that I looked so helpless there stroking my C. As I listened to their words and looked at their hair, their eyes, and their clothes, I became harder and harder. I began to moan, at which time the girls then began making fun of me for being so soft and feminine. I got all the harder as they then began talking about how I was going to learn what it was like to be a woman now. And with that, the fur on my C, I exploded onto a towel that had been placed on the floor.

I sat there saying that I was a girl, my name was Melissa, and that I was Diane's slave as my body cooled down from my release. And the girls then laughed at me, and told Diane that they were convinced. That she had truly taken over my being and turned me into her slave. And they loved it. But Diane wasn't through. She then told me to get up on my knees and to lift Charlene's dress and to kiss her magic spot. I pushed my head between Charlene's legs and felt her soft thighs on my cheeks as I began to kiss her there. Charlene was getting hotter and hotter as she laughed at me, and the other girls made fun of how lost I was. While I was down there doing that, Diane then walked up behind me and inserted her toy. I was lost in the pleasure of the moment and I brough Charlene to bliss and I was embaressed and humiliated into becoming hard again.

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