My Wife Karen

A moment or two passed, then she she moved the box onto my lap. "If you like them so much! You wear them!" She said in a firm voice. I told her not to be like that, but after a short time she lifted the matching bra and panty set up between us.

By Tiffany Scott

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It was not only because of how I was dressed, but also how being dressed this way was making me feel. I was embarrassed that I kind of liked the way the feminine clothes felt to wear. The guilt combined with the shame didn't leave me any other choice but to submissively do as she said.

I was amazed at how easily my feet slipped into a pair of her white high heeled pumps, the nylons acting as a kind of lubrication. I felt a little wobbly as I made my way back in front of Karen and presented myself.

She circled around me, then pushed me onto the bed. I felt her climb ontop of me and then I heard her laugh. "Well sissy!"She said, adding. "All your lacking now is make-up!" Her tone of voice made it obvious that she was trying to tease me, to embarrass me as much as possible.

I felt one of her knee's press against my inner thighs, then move up and over my still hard organ. "I can feel that your loving what I'm doing to you! So much so that you would probably like me putting make-up on you!" She taunted in an almost scolding voice. She grabbed my hair with her hands and held me so I was forced to look up at her. "I want to hear you say it!" She said, wrinkling her nose. "Confess that you enjoy being my little sissy!" She ordered.

To make a long story somewhat shorter after continued prodding and her ordering me to say that to her I finally told her in a meek voice that I liked what she had done to me. But that wasn't enough because as soon as I had said that she made me say that I liked being a sissy and that I loved wearing girls clothes.

"Since your obviously going to be the one wearing the lace and satin in this relationship, from now on I shall consider you the wife!" She said with a broad grin. "And I shall be the husband!" She quickly added.

She bent down so her face was close to mine. "And a good wife is obediant! Isn't she?" She asked. I nodded my head and answered with a yes Karen. "And since your going to be an obediant wife you will do what ever I tell you to do! Won't you sissy!" She asked. She was very stern, almost harsh sounding now.

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