A Short story - MY WIFE KAREN
My wife of five years moved her lips close to one of my ears. “You know!” She said, breaking the silence that had been enveloping us for the last couple of minutes. “I guess I have to agree with you. Satin and lace do make a person feel sexy and feminine!” She teased.
She was throwing my own words back into my face. Words that I had said to her just a month earlier when I told her she should stop wearing cotton panties. Her only response at the time was that cotton panties were more comfortable. But four weeks later, on her birthday, she had more to say after opening her present and finding several pairs of lacy panties and a matching bra and panty set constructed of shinny satin inside the box.
She looked at me for a moment, then back at the contents of the box, then back at me again. I smiled, then shrugged. “I think they pretty! Not to mention sexy!” I told her, already aware that she wasn’t pleased. 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. “I mean it!” She told me. “If you like them so much, you wear them. If you show me that you like them enough that your willing to wear them, then I’ll consider wearing them myself!” She said matter-of-factly.
I felt myself blushing a little as I lowered my eye’s. When I looked up she was still starring at me. “I’m serious.” She said. “If you’d really like to see me wearing them, then you’ll put them on for me first.” She said. Then she stood up and told me that she was going to take a quick shower before bed.
I followed her into the bedroom after switching off the T.V. and the lights, then I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the sound of the water hitting the shower enclosure. I don’t know what caused me to decide to call her bluff, but the next thing that happened was that I had stripped off everything I was wearing.
My hands were quivering as I removed all the tags and such from the lace and satin bra, which I wrapped around me and fastened closed. Once I had done that I slipped the elastic straps up my arms and into place on my shoulders.
I quickly pulled the single tag from the high cut French style panties, then held them open while I stepped into them. I would have had to admit that they felt delightful on my bottom and absolutely fabulous against my dick, but I wasn’t allowed much time to think about it because just then I heard the shower stop.
I put the box down, then quickly slipped under the covers on my normal side of the bed. I fluffed them up to my chin, then closed my eye’s. Karen came out of the steam filled bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed while she towel dried her hair. She commented that she was glad the weekend was here and that she needed a change of pace after the hectic week she’d put in.I agreed that it was nice the following day was Saturday, then I laid quietly, as if trying to sleep. In truth my wearing of the feminine lingerie made me feel so naughty that I had a huge erection.
After turning off the lights she got into bed. I waited several seconds before turning so I was facing her, then I moved so my body was pressing against hers. Then I slipped my leg up over her hip so my knee was lying at the top of her thighs.
I protested that I wasn’t a sissy, but she countered by asking what else could I be. “Wearing girls panties and a bra turn you on!” She said, then asked. “Isn’t that what a sissy is? A boy who likes girlie things?” She snickered when she realized I didn’t have a ready answer then she took advantage of the opportunity my silence provided.
“It’s alright James!” She said, adding. “I kind of like the way the things your wearing make you feel!” She used her tongue to fuck my ear. “For some reason feeling these panties and this bra on you make me hot!”
She played with my dick through my panties for a while longer, then after lowering the front of them, she mounted me in the female superior position. “Since your a little sissy you have to be on the bottom like you were a real girl!” She told me as she started to move up and down on my stiff cock. Now she was tweaking both of my nipples through the cups of my bra. “We’ll have to do something to fill out your bra like it should be though!” She said, then she stiffened up for a short period. It didn’t last long, but she usually climaxed more then once and that was only the first.
After a stronger and more intense second orgasm she climbed off of me then got to her feet, standing beside the bed. She planted her hands on her hips as she looked down at me. “You shouldn’t have stopped with just a bra and a pair of panties though!” She told me shaking her head.
I watched as she went to her dresser and in the darkness rummaged through several of her drawers. She dropped some things on the bed when she came back to stand beside it. The lack of light made it so I couldn’t figure out what she was doing when she pulled one of my legs up into the air. Once I felt her pulling something over that foot and halfway down my calve I realised what was up! She was encasing my legs in nylons. I didn’t fight to hard when she did the same to the other leg and I even lifted my bottom up when she pulled the upper part over my ass and hips.
“Now my little sissy!” She said in a very sarcastic voice. “Here’s a pretty feminine slip for you to put on!” She added and then she dropped something onto my tummy. The elastic waistband was the first thing I felt and after holding it up for only a moment she told me to put it on. Only now her voice was hard and stern.
I don’t know why, but I put my smooth nylon covered feet through that slip then pulled up up around my middle while Karen slipped something into the cups of my bra. “This will help fill out that bra of yours!” She exclaimed playfully, kneading the now protruding mounds with her fingers several times.
While my attention was focused on looking down past my new bustline she dashed to the closet where she pulled one of her flirty sun dresses off of it’s hanger. “Lift up your arms!” She ordered as she raised the dress over my head. After feeding the sleaves over my hands she dropped the dress so that it floated down into place.
She pulled the long zipper running up the back closed, then twisted my shoulders so I was looking at her. “Don’t move!” She said moving away from me. Suddenly the room was filled with light that made it almost impossible for me to see. I rubbed my eye’s and squinted, waiting for them to adjust. Once they had I saw her standing a couple of feet in front of me smiling at me as she looked me over. “Well look at yourself sissy!” She mused. “Your experiencing what every little panty-waist wishes for! To have a woman force them to dress up in her feminine clothes!” She seemed to take great delight in saying that to me.
“Oh, there is one thing missing!” She said putting a finger to her lips. Raising her eyebrows she asked me if I knew what it was, to which I answered that I didn’t. “Shoes you silly girl!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Quickly now, put on a pair of heels like a good girl!” She said motioning toward the closet with a nod of her head.
I was actually a little scared as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up.
“Now you little sissy bitch!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Who’s the boss around here?” She asked. I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was. She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. “That’s right you little sissy c*nt! And since your now my wife! You will do everything a faithful little wife should do for her husband! Understand?” She asked loudly. I nodded.
I didn’t even see it coming, but I sure felt it when her open hand landed against the side of my face. “That’s not the correct way to answer me bitch!” She yelled. “Yes I understand!” I blurted out as I rubbed my cheek. Without saying another word she twisted me so her knee’s were pinning my arms down under them.
“As my wife I expect you to be wearing feminine girls panties from now on!” She said, adding. “All the time just like a real girl!” She smiled at me. “And whenever your home I expect you to be dressed like a sissy in a dress or skirt and blouse and a bra and panties and a slip, nylons and high heels!” She said, her stern voice not leaving any room for discussion.
“And if I’m ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you can plan on being punished!” She told me. “Just like any naughty little girl!” She added. “I’ll make you bend over, then lift your dress up so it’s out of the way and then I’ll swat your bottom with my hairbrush until you aren’t able to sit down!” She gleefully told me.
With my arms pinned down she had forced me to turn so I was lying flat on my back. After describing what she might do to me she moved down from my waist so she was straddling my hips. This caused my hard penis to center itself between her thighs as she slid down over it.
I was actually a little frightened as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up.
“Now you little sissy bitch!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Who’s the boss around here?” She asked. I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was. She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. “That’s right you little sissy c*nt! And since your now my wife! You will do everything a faithful little wife should do for her husband! Understand?” She asked loudly. I nodded.
I didn’t even see it coming, but I sure felt it when her open hand landed against the side of my face. “That’s not the correct way to answer me bitch!” She yelled. “Yes I understand!” I blurted out as I rubbed my cheek. Without saying another word she twisted me so her knee’s were pinning my arms down under them.
“As my wife I expect you to be wearing feminine girls panties from now on!” She said, adding. “All the time just like a real girl!” She smiled at me. “And whenever your home I expect you to be dressed like a sissy in a dress or skirt and blouse and a bra and panties and a slip, nylons and high heels!” She said, her stern voice not leaving any room for discussion.
“And if I’m ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you can plan on being punished!” She told me. “Just like any naughty little girl!” She added. “I’ll make you bend over, then lift your dress up so it’s out of the way and then I’ll swat your bottom with my hairbrush until you aren’t able to sit down!” She gleefully told me.
With my arms pinned down she had forced me to turn so I was lying flat on my back. After discribing what she might do to me she moved down from my waist so she was straddling my hips. This caused my hard penis to center itself between her thighs as she slid down over it.
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.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, opening her eye’s as wide as they would go. “Your even harder then you were! Hearing what I have planned excited you!” She laughed for a moment. “Then I shouldn’t have any trouble at all turning you into my little sissy slave-girl should I?” She teased.
When she saw me shake my head she told me to stick out my tongue. Once I had she raised up onto her knee’s. “Now show me how good my sissy slave-girl is at worshiping my pussy! A pussy that she wished she had between her own legs!” She said. Then she lowered her crotch down so my tongue slid passed her lips into her wet tunnel. She didn’t stop until her pussy was covering my mouth.
I couldn’t figure out what had happened to me. All I knew was that submitting to my wife and being dominated and forced to dress in these girls clothes excited me so much I was almost willing to do anything she ordered me to do. “Come on sissy! You can do better then that!” She exclaimed loudly and I eagerly increased my sucking and licking of her crotch.
I continued to use my mouth and tongue to, what she called, “Worship” her pussy, making her climax at least twice. The whole time she told me about things she said she would like to make me do and about things she said she would like to do to me. “I’d like to make you as feminine looking as possible!” She started out saying, then she went on. “Maybe force you to take female hormone pills that would cause you to grow firm breasts like any real girl! Then after you’ve been trained to act and move like a woman I’d love showing you off to my friends! Maybe even inviting a select few to get into bed with you!” She teased over and over.
“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 amusement 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 during 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 unbelievable, 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.
She gently and cautiously slipped her hand under my dress, then moved it up onto my tummy. “I should make you wear a bra full time as well!” She said teasingly, as she slipped her hand under the lacy elastic waistband of my panties.
She kissed my neck and licked my ear as she worked her hand around over one hip then wedged it under one side of my bottom. “Of course if I force you to become my slave-girl that means I’ll probably use you just like a real girl once and a while!” She said as she worked her hand down so her fingers were moving freely in the valley between my cheeks.
“I don’t see how I could have a little slave-girl and not take her just like any other girl would be taken? Do you?” She asked pressing the tip of one of her fingers against my tiny opening. “Do you see any possible way that you could keep that from happening?” She asked as she pushed the first 1/3 of her index finger into my hole.
In a quivering voice I answered that I didn’t know how that could be kept from happening. “No I don’t either!” She snickered as she forced the rest of her finger into me until her knuckles stop her from going any deeper. She moved her lips very close to my ear. “But with you being such a sissy and loving being made into a girl you wouldn’t mind something like that happening. Would you?” She questioned as she began to move her finger slowly in and out of my hole. After a couple of tenative pumps she fell into a slow and easy rythymn.
“Am I right sissy?” She asked. “Would you like to be used in that way?” She kept asking me, prompting me until she forced me to tell her that I would probably enjoy being taken like a real girl.
“Delightful!” She said after listening to me admit that to her. “I think that I’d love to watch you being used like that myself!” She added with an amused tone of voice.
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