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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"After you were to feminine looking to keep on working I might dress you up and then send you into a gay bar to earn some money to make up for your lack of income!" She said openly showing her amusment at the image that statement created in her head.

"Once I've totaly feminized you so that you'd never be looked on as a male again, I might start dating other men again. I might even set you up with a date of your own and we could double!" I was feeling more and more humiliated because everything she was saying seemed to make me feel more excited.

I was to the point even the slight movement of my panties over my erect cock felt like it was going to make me come. I was thankful that she stopped and that she moved off of my face before that happened.

After lying down along side of me she began to gently move her hand over the obvious lump in the front of my dress. She didn't apply enough pressure to make me come, but just enough to tease and frustrate me. "Why didn't you tell me the truth about yourself sometime durring these last five years?" Karen asked as she playfully rubbed my dress and slip over my panties.

I stammered for a moment, then managed to say. "I didn't know." Of course she asked me "Didn't know what?". The embarrassment that flood through me was unbelievible, but I forced myself to answer her.

"I didn't know that I would enjoy wearing girls clothes!" I said. She prompted me until I added. "And that I was really a little sissy!" She seemed pleased hearing me say that and she told me I was a good girl for being honest and answering her like she wanted me to.

"Don't you get excited thinking about being forced to wear girls clothes all weekend?" She asked knowingly. After I replied that it did she asked me if I wanted her to do that to me and once again I answered positively. Then she asked, well more like stated. "Thinking about me making you into my little slave-girl really turns you on doesn't it!" She laughed when I admited that it sounded exciting.

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