She Took A Bite Of Her Steak

By: Bea

Gina stretched out and picked a chocolate. One of her favorites. Took a
delighted nibble at it. Mmmm! Looked at what was left of it. Ah! What else?
Popped the rest of it in her mouth, then sensuously licked her lips, enjoying
the taste of chocolate on her lips and the twinges of decadent guilt at eating
the fattening concoction. Also enjoyed the sensations of power coursing through
her brain. Put her book down and laid back into the soft contours of the sofa.
Sighed contentedly.

She looked over at her wine glass and stretched for it. Just out of reach!
Almost a foot away! Wiggled her fingers as if trying hard to reach the stem and
had half a mind to reach and get it, but her mouth was already curving into a
delighted smile at the prospect of what she was about to do .She picked up the
tiny china bell that she was becoming so accustomed to using. Shook it,
enjoying the clear crystal chimes it was generating. Called out, "Tonya? Tonya
darling, come and fetch my drink to me - please?"

The clatter of pots and pans being washed in the kitchen ceased. Seconds later,
her husband Anthony appeared, a little harassed, his hair hanging down in
tendrils from his maid's cap and his apron spotted with dishwater. "I'm sorry
mistress," he said softly, curtseying at the same time, "I didn't hear what
you wanted, but thought I heard you call?"

"Yes sweetie, I did call you! I'm SUCH a meanie!" she laughed, feigning
apology. "But I just feel so lazy tonight! Fetch my drink for me, would you
cupcake?"
A flash of annoyance flashed across his eyes as he saw the distance between her
and the drink, but he simply curtseyed again and came over to where her drink
was. Picked it up and held it out towards her.

She allowed sudden ice to freeze her stare. "Is that the way to offer me a
drink, you idiot sissy? Put it on a tray! Then you may bring it to me like a
proper maid! And don't forget a lace doily! And a little better curtsey if you
don't mind! You've been getting sloppy in that respect recently!"

She looked at his face as it crumpled into a subjugated mask of obedience, and
couldn't help letting a satisfied sigh of exultation slowly escape from her.
Her husband. Her maid. Her housewife! Why had it taken her so long to accept
him and what he'd wanted from her? How could she have been so blind and fought
him for so long?

As she watched, he executed the cutest little curtsey, his skirts ballooning out
a little – but enough to show the flash of his petticoats, then took her glass
over to the bar, where he picked a wood tray, placed a doily reverently on it,
then centered her wine glass perfectly on the doily. Carefully then, he carried
the tray towards her. He curtsied again – just a bob – as he held the tray
towards her. She took the glass. "Thank you Tonya. Now go and finish what you
were doing in the kitchen."

She examined the room after he left. Looked carefully to see if there was the
slightest indication of negligence – but knew that there wasn't. The chandelier
crystals sparkled like diamonds, the furniture gleamed with a rich burnish, the
brass gleamed with a luster that was deep and golden, the Lladro china figurines
shone with a brilliance that was incredible. My, what a change from just a few
years ago! She heard the clang of pots and pans being scoured. Smirked a
little. He's bound to have missed something, she thought. Maybe I should find
it – then put him over my knees? He gets SO nice and sexy when I spank him on
his panties. Then maybe I'll make him run me a nice bubble bath? Lick me
clean? She squirmed delightedly, already feeling the delicious moistness in her
loins.

But she decided to relax. It was fun to interrupt the poor little darling when
he was doing his housework chores but if she took him away from what he was
doing at the moment, his hands would probably be all greasy from doing wash up
and his clothes might need changing. It was no bother to make him clean himself
up – change his dress and put a little perfume on if necessary – but he was
almost finished, and she still hated the thought of having dirty dishes lying
around the kitchen while she played with him. She was definitely in the mood to
have a little sex now, but she could wait. Looked at the clock. Plenty of time.
No hurry.

She reflected back on their marriage.

How insulted and angry she'd been when she'd discovered that he wanted to be
the submissive partner in the marriage. She'd felt then that she had been
swindled! Her first reaction had been that he was gay! She'd hooked a damn
pansy! Another thing? There wasn't a soul she could talk to about it! She'd
been brought up with a strong sense of the male and female roles expected in
marriage and the thought of the reaction that her friends and relatives would
have if they found out came close to terrorizing her. Shuddered at the
'sympathy' that would get poured all over her – and she'd too much pride for
that! A divorce was unpalatable – would have indicated that she'd made a
mistake, and she had far too much pride in herself to make an admission like
that!

And there was the major rub of course. In every other respect, he was almost a
perfect husband. Sure, he'd run around with his buddies after they were married
– but that was okay. Something to be expected. Then she had been pleasantly
surprised to discover that she could use his need to be dominated to control the
amount of time he spent outside the house with his friends – a sort of bonus as
it were. That was the very first time she had controlled him. It had actually
came as quite a surprise to her when she realized that he hadn't met with any
male friends for quite a long time – and all because of her!

Yes, she was of Italian descent and had the occasional emotional outburst to
prove it. On the other hand, she had a broad streak of practicality running
through her. All things considered he was a wonderful husband. Looked after
her every need. Took care of business. Progressed through the ranks in his job
until he was self employed and bringing home a steadily increasing amount of
income, which – another bonus! – he learned to turn over to her. She giggled to
herself thinking of how her father would have accepted getting his 'pocket
money' doled out to him by momma. Sheesh!

He also adored her! Especially now when she'd finally learned to accept him for
what he was – a submissive husband who would do anything humanly possible to
please her! Someone who enjoyed both physical and mental abuse as a part of
loving her. Okay, he wasn't much in the way of play acting a male stud when it
came to the bedroom, but she had learned that there were many – many –
compensations. She rubbed her legs together, feeling that lovely tingle that
promised her sexual fulfillment later that night.

Her smile faded a little. Sure, she'd gradually accepted her position as head of
the house, but the basic fact still remained. For a long time she'd thought
that he was the one getting what he'd wanted from the very beginning of the
marriage, while SHE had been the one who'd had to change. He'd been the one who
single-mindedly pursued her to accept the role of dominatrix – and who'd
gradually succeeded. She'd been repulsed and angered by this selfish behavior on
his part for a long time but had finally given in to his persistent wheedling
and pleading. She smiled to herself. How wrong she'd been in some aspects!

Then her contented smile returned. Hadn't she learned how to utilize his needs
to make herself happy? How she'd hated housework – and hadn't done a hands turn
in years? And okay? She'd loved the idea of being adored by a romantic male
prince who'd sweep her off her feet – and into bed – and this was something that
was now TRULY beyond his capabilities. But there were definite consolations
when one called ALL of the shots in the sex acts, the way she did now. She
remembered her disbelief when she'd discovered that he accepted the fact that he
couldn't ejaculate until she'd given him her permission! Oh, that had been FUN!
The first time, she'd used him as if he were a living dildo for a week! And
when she finally did allow him to cum? He came like an oil gusher! It still
amazed her that she had this power over him – and she had most certainly learned
over time to enjoy exercising it!

Yeah, the sex aspect was definitely improving. She blushed, wondering what her
mother might think – but then she'd have probably been so entranced by having a
husband who was better than a live in maid, that nothing more would have shocked
her.

No question about it. After a few years of marriage, she and Anthony had not
been getting along. Fought over just about everything, with the inadequate sex
relations and untidy house being the underlying problems. Truthfully, she'd
been brought up to be houseproud and literally hated what she was doing – or NOT
doing in that respect. But she was just punishing him! He wanted an impeccable
house just as much as she did – but she was damned if she was going to keep
house for a sissy! Some little fruitcake! It would be demeaning for Chrissake!

She'd been angry at her own behavior – but blaming Anthony all the time. Then
she met Helen.

Helen was of Greek extraction and Jewish, but didn't make a big deal about
either. A little older than Gina. Very poised and always immaculately dressed
and groomed. Her house was incredible! The place gleamed – shone! Gina had
even deliberately visited there a few times, early in the morning – just to see
if she could catch her friend out doing housework or looking less than perfect –
but had never been successful. She always sensed that Helen was laughing at her
(in the nicest way) when she'd comment on what a beautiful house it was – and
finally – where did she get her maid service from – because it became quite
obvious that Helen never lifted a finger.

But Helen would simply shrug and deny ever using a maid, which drove Gina almost
insane with curiosity. The solution to the mystery was finally made clear –
and it was a major revelation to Gina.

They got together for small dinner parties at each other's homes. When it was
Gina's turn to be hostess it usually turned into a time of trouble and strife in
her relationship with Anthony. She knew that he would be only too willing to
help – but only if she bullied him into doing it and, perversely, this was
something she would NOT do! So fuming, and swearing to herself, she'd do her
level best to match Helen's house – which was next to impossible. These were
the only times that Gina would get riled at Helen, simply because, as soon as
Helen would enter Gina's house her eyes would sweep around the place and she'd
say how lovely the place was. And Gina KNEW beyond a doubt that Helen was
laughing at her! Then Helen finally took mercy on her.

They had met accidentally while shopping one day just before a scheduled dinner
at Helen's house. Decided to lunch together. Over a martini, Helen finally
revealed her secret – to a disbelieving Gina. "It's Larry who does the housework
in our house – well actually? It's my house. He signed over the house, cars,
bank accounts – everything - to me a few years ago."
Gina laughed dis-believingly. "Blackmailing the poor man, huh?"
Helen nodded slightly. "No dear. He's a submissive. I'm a dominant. He does
what I tell him to do – and we're both happy."

Gina couldn't help it. Gaped, open mouthed, at her friend.
Helen nodded again in an understanding way and reached over the table to place a
hand over Gina's. "Dear? Please don't be upset with me, but I've wanted to ask
you for a long time. Is Anthony that way inclined?"

Gina had too many years of hiding the truth for disclosing the true nature of
her marriage. Shook her head in automatic denial. "Oh no Helen! Anthony's all
man!"
A veil dropped over Helen's eyes and she removed her hand, obviously about to
change the subject, but Gina finally realized that her once in a lifetime chance
of being able to openly discuss her problems with someone was slipping away.
Desperately she grabbed at Helen's hand. "I'm sorry Helen! Yes – he IS that
way! And I don't know what to DO!"
Helen snorted. Smiled. "Easy my dear. Buy him a maid's uniform. Put him to
work!"
Gina leant back in her chair. "Put him in a dress? He'd never stand for that!"
Then added bitterly, "He wants to get BEAT up – not DRESSED up!"
Helen smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes now. Leaned towards Gina and
started to talk.

The following evening, when Gina and Anthony went to Helen's house for dinner,
Gina noticed that, as always, it was Larry that opened the door for them, took
their coats and her handbag and put them away. He chatted to them comfortably
as he led them to the living room and asked if they'd like a cocktail. They
both nodded as Helen swept into the room and came and kissed them both in
welcome. "I'll have a Scotch and water tonight Larry - and dear? That's a new
pair of pants you're wearing. Why don't you wear an apron to protect them,
huh?"

Watching Larry, Gina saw his blush, but he simply said. "That might be a good
idea darling." He left the room and returned a minute or so later wearing a
frilly half apron – with, as Gina noticed, a full feminine bow at the back. She
also noticed Anthony's look of amazement, but nobody made any comment and
shortly afterwards all of them sat chatting away as if it was an everyday
occurrence for a grown man to sit amongst a group of adults, women included,
wearing a pretty, feminine, apron.

Becoming used to this, it wasn't a major stretch to accept that he wore it to
serve dinner, while Gina, Helen, and Anthony chatted He took it off, naturally,
to eat but once dinner was over, Helen gave him a glance and, blushing again, he
went and expertly tied himself back into his apron and commenced cleaning up.

Now, during dinner, Gina had noticed something else. Helen had, somehow, taken
over the position of the host at the table – talking primarily to Gina – and
treating the comments made by the men with a form of amused indulgence – in
effect taking over the masculine roles for herself and Gina – and placing the
men into the feminine, supporting, roles. To Gina's surprise, the men seemed to
accept this, and with Helen's guidance started discussing movies, soaps on TV
and sales – like a pair of gossiping women!

Once Larry had started clearing off the dishes, Helen laid a hand on Anthony's
arm. "Anthony? Would you like to join Gina and I in a little girl talk – or
would you feel more comfortable giving Larry a hand?"
Gina saw the psychology instantly. Helen had given Anthony two options : one he
joined the women in girl talk. Two he had to perform a feminine function! He
appeared to be stunned.
"Look at him blush! How pretty!" Helen teased. "Tell you what! I think you
should go and help Larry tidy up, okay?"

Gina saw the psychology again. Helen had effectively taken command! Had not even
allowed Anthony to make the decision!
Anthony nodded dumbly. "Very good!" Helen said, a mocking tone evident in her
voice. "Larry? Get Anthony an apron, would you? Gina? Why don't you and I go
and make ourselves comfortable – while the girls tidy up?"

In a state of shock, Gina saw her husband – who'd just been derided and called a
girl - be tied into a gauzy frilled, half apron – and start flitting about like
a sissy housewife while she and Helen chatted.

She had kept an eye on the men, without making it obvious. Where women would
have chattered or gossiped, the two men were strangely silent, and then she saw
that they never looked at each other as they worked. If they had to pass each
other closely, they'd avert their eyes and never meet each other's gaze. Then
the reason dawned on her – they both were well aware that they had been
dominated by Helen into doing the tasks normally allotted to women – while their
wives sat and played the roles normally performed by men! They were ashamed!
Suddenly, she felt a stirring in her loins!

Then Helen obviously decided to press the action a little further. She placed a
finger to her lips in the universal sign for Gina to be quiet, then called both
men over and asked if they were almost finished. Gina came near to bursting
out with laughter when Larry almost curtsied! He actually took the sides of his
apron in both hands and started to bob, then caught himself in time and
stammering, answered that yes, there was just a little more to do. Anthony
didn't seem to notice Larry's goof, and nodded in docile agreement.

Helen nodded approvingly, then asked Larry to go and bring her makeup kit.
Again, he almost curtsied, but answered that he'd be glad to – and off he went.
Helen turned her attention to Anthony. "Gina and I have just been having an
argument – a silly one – but you know how silly women can be, don't you Anthony?
It's about makeup."
He looked very nervous standing there in his gauzy little apron, Gina thought.
As a matter of fact, his hands were plucking at the frilled sides – as if he
wanted to curtsey as well, she thought.
"Afraid I can't help you there, Helen. A subject I know absolutely nothing
about!" he said, his voice a little shaky Gina noticed, while wondering what
Helen was up to.

"On the contrary Anthony. You can be of great assistance," Helen was saying.
"You see, you are exactly the same coloring of a girlfriend of ours – her name
is Tonya. Gina is of the opinion that she'd look better in a series of pale,
neutral shades – while I hold that darker shades suit her better. I was hoping
to prove my point by having you model both for us, so that we can settle our
silly little argument? Here, sit down beside me dear. Here comes Larry with my
makeup kit now. You don't mind, do you sweetie?"

Astonished, Gina watched Anthony's mouth move, although nothing sensible came
out – and as meek as a lamb, he allowed Helen to gently pull him down to sit
beside her on the sofa. Helen made a motion with her head, and Larry put the
case down on a table close to Helen and opened it up. "Think I'll go and start
with the dishes," he said to Helen. She kept her eyes on Anthony but
acknowledged what Larry had said with a slight nod and a airy wave with her
hand, effectively dismissing him as if he were a servant.

Helen didn't take long – she was obviously expert in applying makeup as she
quickly applied a light foundation, eyeshadow, a little eyeliner , mascara,
blusher then, naturally lipstick to Anthony's face, gradually turning him into a
girlish looking male. Gina fumed inside, feeling nothing but scorn for him – a
sissy! Letting an older woman treat him as if he was a little girl! A
lightning bolt of fury shot through her. She suddenly wanted to give him a damn
good spanking! Then, ruefully, she admitted to herself that that was probably
exactly what he'd love the most.

This calmed her for a moment, but then the desire to shame him became too
strong.
"Yes Helen!" she said. Now do you agree that Tonya looks better in these
shades?" She laughed to herself as he cringed. She was calling him 'Tonya' –
it was SO obvious! In front of Helen! Her loins tingled again! What on earth
was going ON?

Helen flashed her a knowing smile, well aware that neither one of them had ever
heard of anyone called Tonya until she had brought the name into the
conversation. "Well Gina? You may be correct, but let's try the darker shade
that I recommend. Will that be alright . . " she paused, "Tonya?" speaking to
him.
"Please stop." He said, quietly, but his request undeniably clear.
"In a minute dear." Helen said sympathetically, but obviously ignoring his plea.
"I can understand how embarrassing it is for you, but I'll only be a moment
longer. Turn this way please."

Obediently, he turned his face towards her and she spent the next few minutes
cleaning off some of the makeup she had just put on him, then retouching up his
eyelashes, cheeks and lips in more definite terms. Gina thought he was looking
more like a girl every moment.
"There! Don't you think that Tonya is much prettier now?" Helen asked her,
turning Anthony's face towards her.

From his artfully made up eyes, Gina saw the helplessness peering out, pleading
for her kindness and understanding. She put a finger to the side of her mouth.
"You know Helen? You might be correct after all – but I think I may need a
little time to think it over."

Helen grinned at her. "That's fair enough. Why don't we leave it on him for a
while? That way you can study it at your leisure." She turned to Anthony.
"Tonya? Why don't you go back and ask Lori to come and see me? Can't be
leaving HIM out of the fun, can we? While I'm making him pretty like you, you
can be finishing your chores, huh?"

Anthony practically ran away, leaving Gina and Helen bursting with laughter. "Oh
grief Helen! How in heaven's name can you get a man to act like that? I can't
believe it!" Gina spluttered.
Helen shrugged. "You don't seem to understand. A male submissive will do
whatever he is told by a dominant woman. It's that simple. Would you like to
make Lori up – make him look pretty?" she said, just as Larry came into the
room, his apron wafting around him.

Gina refused the offer, then watched as Helen quickly transformed Larry into
Lori. She'd never noticed before, but his eyebrows were very feminine – a point
that Helen emphasized by just a few touches of eyebrow pencil. Larry – Lori –
was embarrassed, but was obviously far too used to doing what Helen expected of
him. This time, he curtsied her most prettily as she released him, pointing at
the kitchen without saying a word.

The two women then spent the evening addressing the two men as Tonya and Lori.
Making them keep their makeup on and serve drinks. Assuring Gina that it was
all in fun – and wouldn't hurt, Helen made Lori go over her knees for a
'ceremonial' spanking. Gina considered giving Anthony a spanking as well, but
wasn't sure that she could refrain from hurting him, so didn't.

Her major emotion was one of embarrassment, which she tried to hide from Helen,
but her friend was too wise. "Gina? I think I know how you feel. When I first
discovered that Larry was a submissive, I was angry. Felt that I had been
swindled somehow. Cheated out of a man and given some sort of poor excuse for
one in his place. But, through time, I discovered the advantages. He loves me
– totally. Wouldn't look at another woman. Has learned exactly what I want in
bed. Trust me, he satisfies me! A great little housewife, cook, and laundress.
What's NOT to like?"
Gina blushed. "Well, I kinda think that it's not very . . well, you know . .
manly? No offense Helen. I mean, if that's what YOU want?"

Helen smiled. "No offense taken dear Gina. But can I ask, what is it that you
want most in a man?"
Gina sat back in her chair a little, a look of longing coming into her eyes.
"That he's romantic and loving would probably be first. Sweep me off my feet
kinda guy. An old fashioned romantic. You know what I mean?"
Helen nodded. "But what if your guy is all that – and a gambler? What if you
have to work to pay off his debts? What if he fits that requirement – but runs
around – sweeping other women off their feet? Suppose he's romantic as hell –
but beats you or the kids after he's had a few too many drinks?"
"Kinda pressing the point, don't you think?" Gina said , but thoughtfully. "I'd
hope to have more sense than to pick somebody with all these flaws?"
"Okay – that is exaggerating probably. But are you gonna tell me that it would
be impossible for your romantic hero to have just ONE of these flaws?"

"You have a point there, "Gina admitted, thinking of a few of her friends and
what had happened to their "love matches".
"Damn right!" Helen laughed. "I'll leave the subject with this for you to think
about. The old saying – When life hands you a lemon, you can either complain,
or . ."
"Learn to enjoy lemonade?" Gina said thoughtfully.

They didn't discuss the subject any more – but Gina saw a gleam of approval from
Helen when she forbade Anthony from removing his makeup before they left the
house. "I need to see this on you for a longer period of time. I'll maybe let
you take it off before you go to bed," she told Anthony. Then she added,
"Carry my handbag for me, would you sweetie? And I think I'll drive home
tonight."

She grinned to herself at the last. Anthony was very proud of his driving
skills. Made no attempt to hide his contempt for women drivers – nor for
husbands who lacked the balls to be the primary drivers in a household.

But he kept his makeup on, air kissed Helen – like a girl would do, and walked
to their car carrying her handbag by the strap, exactly the way it should be.
Blushed furiously when Gina opened the passenger door for him and she just loved
the way the tips of his ears turned fiery red when she patted his ass as he got
into the car.

It wasn't too late in the evening and as the made their way home, she had a lot
of time to think about what had transpired that night. Idly, she noticed that
he was sitting strangely. Instead of sitting facing forward, his face was
pointed diagonally, looking out through her side of the window. And then it
dawned on her. He was frightened that someone else would see his makeup when
they were stopped at a red light! Wanted no chance of making eye contact. This
gave her an idea. She pulled into a parking lot with an all-night drugstore and
stopped the car. "Give me your wallet cupcake," she said softly.
"What for?" he asked, but was reaching for his wallet as he spoke. She said
nothing until he'd handed it to her. "Thanks, sweetie. Now here's what I want
you to do. I think I really like your shade of lipstick and blusher. So, go
into the drug store and get lipstick, blusher, and nail polish in Revlon, as
close as you can to the shades your wearing." She gave him a bright smile.
"Off with you then sweetie! I don't have all night!"

He stared at her, aghast. "But I don't know what shades Helen put on me! How'll
I know what to ask for - and how'll I pay for these things?"
"Silly! Ask the girl behind the counter for help – she'll be glad to assist
you. And? use the money in your purse to pay for what you buy. Think I'd make
you shoplift?"
She stared at him, making sure that no humor was showing in her eyes. "Do it
Tonya! Move that cute little ass of yours!"
He licked his lips nervously. "Gina darling? This would be very embarrassing.
Please don't make me do it."
"Sweetie? Please do as Gina tells you. You'll get me upset - and I think that
I'd really embarrass you then. So be a good little sissy and do as I told you.
Now please? And don't forget to carry your handbag properly. Don't be treating
it as if it is a clutch purse!"

She watched him enter the store before she got out of the car, then followed
him. There weren't too many customers in there, but one woman gave Anthony a
startled look when she saw him carrying the handbag, but her lips formed a
little smile when she noted his makeup. Gina stood about ten feet behind him
as he approached the girl behind the cosmetic counter. She didn't hear what he
said, but the girl gave him a scornful look, before her professional face
re-appeared. Then, for almost five minutes, she busied herself with various
suggestions, putting little dabs of lipstick on the back of his hands, then
having him check them against his reflection in a makeup mirror.

Finally, he made some choices. The girl's face was a picture when he opened his
handbag and paid for the items from the purse that was inside. While he fumbled
to get the proper amount, the girl looked over and saw Gina. She smiled and
cocked her head, as if to draw Gina's attention to Anthony, but then made a
pouting gesture with her lips and batted her eyelashes together – obviously
indicating that Anthony was a sissy. Gina had to fight to stop from laughing.

Back in the car she placed a possessive hand on his thigh. "Have a nice time
Tonya?"
"Please Gina? Don't call me that." He said weakly.
She grinned at him. "Tell you what? I kinda like it as a name for you. But if
you really hate it? How does Priscilla sound to you? Maybe Melissa? Take your
pick."
"I guess that Tonya is okay." He whispered after a few seconds of stunned
silence.
"Okay Tonya it is! But sweetie? Take my compact out from the handbag would
you?"

He opened the handbag and took out her compact. Started to hand it to her.
"No sweetie. Just hold it for a minute or so. But you're sitting all funny on
the seat. Face forward. You'll hurt your back sitting that way."
"But Gina? I'm quite comfortable . ."
"TONYA!" she snarled, very effectively, because he turned to face forward very
obediently.

She had timed it perfectly. Saw the coming stop light turn red. Stopped and a
car drew up beside them in the inner lane, with what appeared to be four teen
aged girls in it. "Sweetie?" she purred. "Open the compact. Look in the
mirror and pat your nose with the applicator – now please! Don't want to be
seen out in public with a shiny nose, do we?"

She watched the driver of the car beside them. The girl was singing away paying
no attention to them – until the motion of Anthony patting his nose with powder
caught her interest. She stared at him goggle eyed, then giggled, obviously
telling her friends, because they were all staring at him now. Then Gina said.
"Very good Tonya! Now touch up your lips with your new lipstick. Hurry please.
This is a long light, and it'll be too difficult to do once we're moving again.
So, quick – like a little bunny please."

And for about the next thirty seconds, Gina smiled openly at the girls who had
now lowered all of their windows, were mouthing kisses and yelling all sorts of
mocking comments and wolf whistles while Anthony carefully applied a new coat of
lipstick. When the light did finally change she drove off and allowed him to
stop applying his makeup, but the girls stayed parallel with them for a mile or
two, all calling out the same kind of derisory remarks as before, but then
finally turned off, honking their horn as they left.

When they finally arrived home, Gina discovered that she was terribly uncertain
of what she should do. Knew that she'd been very angry with her husband's
behavior, but something seemed to have happened to the anger. It had been
replaced by something – an emotion she found it difficult to identify. Then, to
her shame, she discovered what was coursing through her – she was randy! In an
act that surprised both of them, the moment they were inside the house, she took
him into her arms – and kissed him fiercely on the lips!

More surprises came – that he actually struggled against her was the first. The
second was that, for the very first time, she discovered that she was stronger –
much stronger than he! The third? She found that she enjoyed the taste of his
lipstick – and the feminine smell of his makeup. Driven solely by the need to
take him, she bulled him across the room, then down on his back on the sofa.
Making guttural noises deep in her throat, she dragged his pants and underpants
down – pulled her skirts up and mounted him!

Gina ate another chocolate. Ruminated as she chewed it slowly. Took another sip
of her wine. Thought of how her education had continued. . . .

For the next few weeks, she had done a lot of thinking. Their lovemaking had
been the most satisfying she'd ever known with him, yet she had twinges of
guilt. There was no question in her mind, she'd played the dominant role in
that particular session – and she'd liked it. At the same time, it bothered her
a great deal that she had basically ended up doing what HE wanted. Not HER. Or
HAD she?

She looked at it from every side and analyzed what had gone through her mind as
that first evening had progressed. Had to admit that she'd enjoyed seeing him
humiliated by Helen – and had enjoyed it even more when she'd forced him into
buying the cosmetics – and she'd practically creamed when the teenage girls in
the car had mocked him. So an incontrovertible fact was established – she loved
to see him humiliated!

She could not figure out why she had got so sexually turned on when they'd
arrived back at the house – but the only thing that made sense was that the
humiliations she'd seen getting piled on him had had some cumulative effect.
She really didn't like where her train of thought was leading her, but Gina was
an intrinsically logical person – most of the time – but evidence was mounting
that there were aspects of dominating Anthony that were beginning to appeal to
her!

Now came the hard part. Was it an actual fact that what Helen and she had done
to him that night turned him on? Is that what he really wanted?

This was the crux of the matter. She held a major grudge against her husband –
his selfishness in wanting their sexual episodes to be only what he wanted had
eaten at her like acid for too many years. But a little voice was crying out to
be heard in her brain. Was she willing to cut off her own nose to spite her
face? She had too large a streak of practicality in her makeup to deny that
she'd ever do such a thing – but she was also shrewd enough to see that her own
self interest was in jeopardy here if she acted without thinking.

Anthony had asked her in every conceivable way for her to dominate him – but the
more she thought on it, the more she was convinced that he wanted her to hold
authority over him by physical means – was he into psychological humiliations as
well? Somehow, she didn't think that this was the case. Excitement started to
rise inside her. She was attracted to the idea dominating him psychologically –
humiliating him. He wanted more physicality in the relationship – but if she
WERE the boss? Who was he to ask for anything she didn't want to give him? The
obvious question was – how far could she go?

Within weeks, she had taken over. She'd already done some ordering about inside
the house and he'd quickly been introduced to the joys of housework – she'd
already bought him some pretty aprons – he'd blanched when she gave them to him,
but wore them once she'd made it clear that this was something she demanded.
She'd also made it clear that when he was wearing one? His name was Tonya – and
he'd sure as hell better answer to it!

But all of that was personal and private. Then she moved into the public arena.

Anthony's office was in one of their old homes – a tract house where the zoning
rules were flexible enough to allow a small office. It had been a three
bedroom, two bathroom house when they'd lived there. With his secretary –
Peggy, two female clerical workers (Rona and Jane)and an office girl
(Veronica), one of the bedrooms had been converted into a Ladies lounge – and
naturally one of the bathrooms was designated as a ladies bathroom. Anthony's
office was the old master bedroom – with his bathroom attached. Walls had been
knocked down to create a fairly large work area – formerly one bedroom, the
living room, and the dining room. The garage was used primarily for file
cabinets, copying machines, etc.

Anyway, she was a little nervous at what she'd planned, but felt that now was
the time to find out just how far she could go. She'd taken care and dressed in
a charcoal gray skirt suit, a crisp yellow blouse and shoes and stockings to go
with her suit. Very business like, she thought

He was sitting, finishing a cup of coffee when she marched in, waving a hand in
greeting to Peggy as she passed. He was a little surprised to see her but
smiled. "Hi Gina. This is a pleasant surprise . ."
"I bet it is!" she said firmly. "Now, would you give me your chair please?" She
had spoken loudly enough to make sure that Peggy had heard her. He looked
puzzled. "My chair?" he asked.
"Yes sweetie! Get your ass up off that chair and leave this room. Tell Peggy I
want to speak to her – in private. Now please!"

He had a stunned expression on his face. "You want to talk to Peggy – in here?"
he stammered, though she noticed that he was obediently getting up and vacating
his chair. She ignored him for the few seconds it took her to go around the
desk and sit in his chair. Smiled up at him once she was settled. "Yes
sweetie. Now go and tell Peggy I want to talk to her. Now, please?"
As he walked to the door, she said sweetly. "You can sit at Peggy's desk –
answer phones and stuff? I don't want us to be disturbed while she and I talk.
Understand?"

Peggy came in a few moments later. A rather plain lady in he mid to late
forties. Nicely dressed in a skirt and blouse, low heels. Well tended hands,
hair, and facially, Gina noticed. Confident manner. She shut the door behind
her quietly. "You wanted to speak to me Gina? Something wrong?"
Gina smiled. "Not particularly. Peggy? Who do you see as being the boss
around here?"
"Why, Mr. Antho . ." Peggy started, then paused, staring at Gina. "Mmmm. From
within the last minute or two – maybe you?"
"Well said Peggy. Got it almost right the first time!"
"Almost right?" Peggy asked, smiling tentatively.
"Yeah. Think YOU could run the office?"

Peggy's head came up with a snap. "In a heartbeat! But Mr. An . . your
husband? He has contacts that I don't know. Without him being here? I don't
know how I'd be able to hack it . ."
"Who said he wouldn't be here?" Gina asked softly.
The confusion was evident on Peggy's face. "But I couldn't run the office – and
report to him at the same time."
"Of course you couldn't – he'll report to you – or anyone else you decide on,"
Gina replied calmly. "You want the job? Twenty five percent raise. Profit
sharing."

Peggy thought for a minute. "Okay for now. A full review of my performance in
four months. If I've made money? Another thirty five percent on top."
Gina smiled. Held her hand out over the desk. "Deal!" Then she said. "I'd
like to make the announcement. Would you go get the others, Anthony too? Have
them bring chairs in here? When you come back in, come and stand behind me
here. Okay?"
"Okay boss." Peggy said. "But what about Mr. Anthony?"
Gina put a deliberate blankness into the look she gave Peggy. "Him? Have him
bring in a chair – like the other girls."

Gina noticed the sudden spark of speculation in Peggy's eyes and grinned to
herself. Anthony might find his time spent at work a little different than he'd
been accustomed to, she thought.

A few moments later Peggy reappeared leading the girls and Anthony behind her,
all of them carrying chairs. Anthony was red faced – more a temper flush than
embarrassment she thought, but so far he was following orders like a meek little
lamb. She grinned at everyone "Good morning ladies. I've been thinking it was
time for a chat. Everybody comfy? Good. Now Anthony, before you sit down?
Would you go and get coffee for us ladies? Make mine black."

"Me too!" said Peggy from behind her. Then Veronica smiled. "I'll take sugar
and a little cream sir?" Then she giggled, obviously taken with seeing her boss
being ordered to do something that was normally considered part of her office
girl duties.

While he got the drinks Gina chatted to the women, getting to know them,
especially Veronica, a little better. She thought of having Anthony wear an
apron, but figured that that might be too big a step. Easy does it, had become
her mantra she thought, smiling her thanks at him when he brought the coffees
through. Didn't take one for himself she noted. Waited until he had settled
down.

"I've decided to call this meeting and announce that there will be some changes
made to the organization here," she said, staring at him, waiting to see if he'd
stare back. He kept his eyes averted. "Effective immediately, Peggy here is
the office Manager, reporting directly to me."

There was a shocked silence. Rona and Jane shot shocked glances at each other,
while Veronica sat staring blankly at Gina. Then she held up her hand like a
kid would do at school.
"Yes Veronica?" Gina said.
"Will there be more people getting hired, or will you be laying anybody off?"
"Not at this time. No. Nothing like that." Gina answered.
"But what about Mr. Anthony?" Jane asked slowly.
Gina shrugged. "He'll report to Peggy, just like you other girls." Then she
stared at him. "You won't have any problems with that, will you darling?" The
challenge was there in her voice.
He refused to take up the dare. "No Gina, that's okay." He said meekly.
"But will he keep this office?" Jane asked.
"Not unless Peggy wants him to, and I don't think that she'll want that." She
craned her neck around. "Right Peggy?"
Peggy considered this for a second. "I hadn't thought of that, but I think I
want it for myself."
"But what about the toilets?" Rona asked.
"Oh? I hadn't thought of that either," Peggy replied after thinking for a
second.. "But thinking on it? I see having my own toilet as one of the perks of
being the manager. Isn't that right Gina?"
"Of course!" Gina said.
"Don't think I'd like to have him traipsing in through my office when he needed
a pee." Peggy laughed. "So, maybe we have a small problem here?"
"Why can't he use ours?" Veronica asked.
"But it's a Ladies room!" Jane said, scandalized. "He can't use that!"
"Don't see why not? The do have unisex bathrooms now. Look at Allie McBeal on
TV. Time to
go with the flow Jane!" Veronica laughed.
"I don't like the sound of this!" Anthony finally spoke up.
"Talking about 'sounds' and 'flow'?" Gina said insultingly. "You'd better start
sitting down to pee Anthony. No need to offend the other girls. And as far as
you not liking it? Are you telling me that you refuse?"

She gave him a flat stare and put some steel in her voice. He immediately
looked down at the carpet and blushed. "Well . . not refuse . .not . ."
That's fine then!" she said briskly. "It'll be nice when you stop making
objections. The other girls seem to be a lot more accepting of this! Frankly?
I think you should just try to go along. Stop being so resistant to change!"

"But where'll he sit?" Jane said after a moment. "At your current desk Peggy?"
"No. I want my secretary there, and I don't see him being able to do that job."
Peggy answered, smiling, then continued. "I'll need to think about it – but I
have the feeling that you might be interested in it?"
"Oh yes!" Jane said, flushing with pleasure. "So he can use my desk?"

Gina interrupted before Peggy had a chance to reply. "Actually Peggy? I've a
suggestion – if you want to hear it? Mind you I want you to feel that you are
the one in command here but – you know me – I like to stick my oar in now and
then?"
"Of course Gina! I appreciate anything you have to say – any time!" Peggy
answered gallantly.
"Well?" Gina said, her eyes fixed intently on Anthony's slumped posture, "Why
don't you put Veronica at Jane's desk? Promote her as well?"
Veronica let out a gasp of surprise and clapped her hands excitedly. "Yes! Oh
Thank you! And then Mr. Anthony can sit at . ." Then, seeing what the obvious
conclusion was, she trailed to a stop, giggling.
"Yes Veronica. He can sit at YOUR desk. I'm thinking that it'll be good for
him to start at the bottom again." Gina said, then finished her coffee. Held the
cup out towards her husband. "Think you can get me a refill sweetie?"

A hush fell over everyone immediately and all the women stared at Anthony. The
suggestion that he take over the office girl's desk had shown definite
implications, but they could have been read in more than one way. But the
request Gina had made of him – and the tone of her voice – left no doubts in
anyone's mind. In her eyes he was the new office girl! How would he react?

He reacted by coming to get her cup! An audible sigh came from the small group
then, to Gina's delight, Veronica said "Me too sweetie? And a little more sugar
this time?" and held out her coffee mug! And Gina knew, without a doubt, that
she had entered a new phase in her marriage.

That night, she held him in her arms and cooed sympathetically while he actually
CRIED! Like a woman! Of course, the fact that she'd bought a nice nightgown for
him – and he was wearing it - only re-enforced that impression.
"That was mean, what you did in the office Gina!" he sobbed. "It's almost like
you've made me the office girl in there, and the women are all laughing at me.
And that Veronica? She's a bitch! It's 'do this' and 'do that'. I hate her!"
Gina lifted his lips to hers. Kissed him softly. "No dear. You're wrong.
It's not that way at all."
"Well it seems that way to ME!" He snuffled pathetically.
"Oh, it actually IS that way dear. I was just picking on your use of the word
'almost' Let's face it Tonya. You ARE the office girl now. No 'almost' about
it. Face it. Veronica is senior to you in the new organization. Why don't you
just accept that – and do what she tells you – without all of this girlish
fussing!"

She stretched. Yes, that little exercise had worked out VERY well! But it was a
little like having a tiny pimple on your tongue – you just couldn't stop rubbing
it against your teeth . . .

After a week he was more settled. Had accepted the fact that he was under women
– both at home and in the office. She had 'leaked' his femme name of Tonya to
the women in the office – and now he was consistently called by that name there
and at home. Had gradually accepted it as a matter of course. One time, she
forgot and called him Anthony – and he didn't respond! She noticed and slyly
referred to him as Tonya to gauge his response – and he was immediately
attentive. She smiled to herself.

And, over months, he gradually became a soft little, obedient housewife, fussing
about cooking, laundry, and suchlike. She'd learned that she liked basically
dragging him to bed at least three or four nights a week – with him squealing –
pretending to fight her – a laughable pretense to say the least. She knew that
this was pandering to his need to be physically dominated, but reluctantly
accepted the fact that he might have been right all along – she was beginning to
thoroughly enjoy their little physical tussles! Just loved the way his soft
arms felt inside the chiffons and silks she made him wear. A few times she
spanked him soundly. Learned that the sound of his womanish weeping pleased her
then.

She started forcing him to wear lingerie under his male outer clothes when he
went to work, knowing full well that his bras and camisoles showed their
delicate lace workings under his cotton shirts – and that his panty lines were
all too obvious under his pants. Laughed when she discovered that Veronica
started using him as a true office girl – sending him out on errands for various
feminine articles. Then Peggy, Rona, and Jane, saw the advantages and used him
in that manner also.

She discovered that Rona was a seamstress of some capability, actually
conducting a class for a small group of ladies in making their own lingerie at
nights after work. Gina thought that Rona might object when she suggested that
Anthony participate, but she just shrugged and suggested that he start that week
as she'd just formed a new group – and that it wouldn't be good if he was too
far behind the other girls.

He'd go home with Rona on the class night and Gina would pick him up and drive
him home later. She liked making him model the clothes he was making – it turned
out that he had a fair aptitude as a seamstress and was rapidly learning how to
make some very pretty undies for himself.

Then Gina decided to have a small dinner party as a 'Thank you' to the office
staff. To her surprise, Peggy had actually increased the revenue and profits
tremendously, so Gina decided to hand out bonus checks all around – except to
Tonya. He had to cook the meal of course and without telling him, she bought a
very expensive maid's uniform in pink satin with a fussy white apron and maid's
cap to match. He cried when she indicated that he was to wear it that night, but
threats of a sound spanking soon stopped that, so shamefaced, he greeted his
co-workers at the door in his pretty outfit – and naturally performed the role
of maid for the whole evening. To salve his male ego, Gina offered the lame
explanation that she'd seen it on sale – and thinking it would be a great
Halloween costume for him, had bought it. He was simply wearing it to the party
just to see how it fitted.

Later, she had him present the bonus checks individually on a little silver
tray, and curtsey most prettily when the recipient accepted it. Shortly
afterwards, she wasn't overly surprised to catch Veronica with her hand up the
front of his dress – but a few words of warning stopped that nonsense – though
she wondered if that aggressive young lady was forcing herself on poor little
Tonya in the office. After the guests had all gone, she gave him a severe
spanking for flirting, thoroughly enjoying the way his soft petticoats felt
under her hands and his soft buttocks quivered under her spanks.

She searched for ways to increase her sexual enjoyment and though she did learn
that she liked to physically dominate him at times, she much preferred the
quiet, psychological, humiliations she regularly fed him with. Had him take her
lingerie into work with him so that he could do minor repairs at lunch and
breaktimes under Rona's watchful eye. Signed him up for cooking and embroidery
classes only after ensuring that he would be the only male in attendance.

Having all of the normal chores normally associated with housework done for her,
she found a lot of time on her hands Helen and Larry had moved to another city
and she needed to find something to do. She started selling jewelry from her
home She did very well almost immediately, and then found that doing this
provided many opportunities for Anthony to be humiliated.

As her jewelry 'parties' were strictly for women, having him attend was often
humiliation in itself – but having him serve the ladies could often be an
experience that would leave him with no self respect – and give her great sex
after the party.

It was amazing to her. She could do a certain thing that he did not care for –
then promise never – ever – to do it again. Then repeat the whole process – and
he went along with her every time. To make this even more incomprehensible to
her was the fact that he now adored her. She, literally, could do no wrong in
his eyes. She could mistreat him in any way she thought of – make him cringe
with humiliation or cry in pain. Then she'd take him in her arms, promise that
she hadn't meant to hurt his feelings – or his ass, whatever was most
appropriate – then do it again, maybe even to a greater extent, the next chance
she got.

For example, when she first started with her jewelry parties she wanted his help
to serve drinks and canapés – that sort of thing and, as the attendees were
often women she didn't know, she'd have him dressed in what would seem
reasonably conservative clothing to greet them at the door to take their
handbags and stuff – gray or dark pants along with a solid color masculine
blouse.

Naturally, the pants were women's – always with a zip at the back for closure –
though sometimes it would have a phony fly at the front. Then, once everyone
had settled down and she knew the invitees were all present, she'd have him
serve the drinks and canapés. At this point, she had him put on a tiny, half
apron – all gauzy and a perfect match for the blouse he'd be wearing.
Naturally, he'd have it tied in the back with a flouncing, perfect, bow. Then,
although Gina always had her primary objective of selling jewelry, she'd keep an
eye open in his general direction.

She found it quite a challenge to identify women who would be amongst those
that, eventually, unzipped his pants at the back and probed with a finger to
find the satin panties Gina would have had him wear that night. There were
parties she held where this did not happen, and she could feel the relief
emanating from him when the evening was over.

But some nights if she was in the mood and some woman had taken an interest,
Gina would follow him into the kitchen when he needed to go for a fresh tray of
munchies. When he re-appeared, he'd have a little lipstick, mascara, and
blusher. Maybe a trace of perfume – and most noticeably, have on a pair of
Gina's most expensive earrings. Gina discovered that the earrings he wore often
became her best selling item for that particular session. By the time the party
was finished, she'd have him in a skirt, high heels and a low cut blouse,
usually showing off a necklace and bracelets. This turned out to be a favorite
with some of the women and was actually requested quite often.

When the next party would come around, he'd plead not to be exposed to this
humiliation and she'd promise – faithfully – girl scout's honor – not to
humiliate him that way again. Then, cooing and cajoling she'd sometimes do
exactly the same thing to him again – and he never ceased believing her. It made
her feel rotten at times, but also gave her an unbelievable high, prettifying
him up and sending him out amongst a group of aggressive women. Watching his
helplessness as usually one or more would gang up in him: patting his ass;
playing with his pant zipper; complimenting him on his pretty aprons. Gina
couldn't help but giggle when someone would compliment him on how macho he
looked in his skirt and blouse – she damn near choked one time when one of the
woman commented that he looked like she'd always imagined a Roman soldier would
appear – and he happened to be wearing a short floral skirt over a white peasant
blouse at the time – wearing full makeup!

As another aspect of her domination, she took an interest in his figure. Had
corsets made especially for him, then would lace him in tightly. She also put
him on a special diet – an awful, tasteless oat gruel with protein supplements
that she made up especially for him. The poor dear hated it but was so hungry
that he finally adapted – she made him sit at her feet sometimes to eat it
while she was having the succulent dishes he'd learned to make at the cooking
classes she made him attend – and how GRATEFUL he was when she'd give him her
plate to lick clean. (She loved to call him "Pussy" when he was doing this.
Made him learn to purr when she patted him.)

Thinking of his now-educated tongue, she squirmed delightfully, taking a sip of
the wine to heighten the pleasure level. The clatter from the kitchen was
diminishing now and she could hear him humming happily to himself. Probably
thinking of how she was going to have him pleasure her, she thought to herself.
. . .Maybe time to let him know the changes she had in mind . . ?

He reported to her a little while later. She was not surprised, but pleasantly
pleased at his appearance. Not that he'd done much of course – but he'd changed
into a pretty fresh uniform and freshened his makeup – he was actually becoming
quite pretty now, she thought. The major change would have surprised anyone but
her. He'd taken off his maid's cap and replaced it with a white satin hair
ribbon, tied with a pretty bow.

This had a great significance. Though never discussed it was now accepted by
both of them that when she wanted to give HIM pleasure, she'd indicate that she
was going to intimidate him physically. When he wished to give HER pleasure,
he'd signal this by indicating that he was willingly taking on a woman's role –
and one of her favorite things was for him to wear a hair ribbon – similar to
what he was wearing just now.

She smiled her pleasure at him, and he got the message. Curtsied nicely. "Shall
I run your bath ma'am?"
"In a moment dear. First, come and pleasure me." She leaned back in her chair
a little, lifted the hems of her dress a little. As he got down on his knees in
front of her she patted him on his head, being careful not to disturb his
ribbon. "Want to be my little sweet girlie tonight Tonya? That is SO nice. You
know? I think you're just pretending to yourself that you don't like it when
you're my little sweetie and do things that girls like to do for their men.
Don't you agree?"

But she wasn't expecting an answer as she lifted up the hem of her dress and
slip so that he could put his head down into her. Once she felt his tongue
begin to make the first exploratory thrusts she clenched her thighs together –
not tightly, just enough to tell him not to breakaway. Then, she simply let the
dress and slip go, without pulling it down over his head as she usually did.
Watched the bow of his hair ribbon as it moved, ever so gently, as he pleasured
her. Then she licked her shoes off and twisted her legs around his back,
clamping him into her even more, loving the satiny feel of his uniform and
petticoats under her nylon shod feet as she did so..
"Make your tongue nice and hard sweetie." She told him, opening up her legs as
she did so. Hissed in ecstasy as he did as instructed starting to slide easily
in and out of her.

Daintily then, using only her thumb and forefinger of each hand she took each of
his ears and started pulling and pushing his ears to control his stroke timing.
Gurgled in pure pleasure. "You know Tonya? If I didn't know any better? I'd
swear that a MAN was inside me just now! But you really are just a soft little
sissy – aren't you? But just wait! I've got a lovely surprise for you
tonight!"
He paused as if wanting to find out what the surprise was, but she gave his ears
a vigorous tug to get his mind back on his duty again. Then, knowing he was
fully attuned to what she wanted from him, she relaxed and thoroughly enjoyed
the series of orgasms he induced for the next fifteen minutes or so. Finally,
she drew a deep, contented, sigh. "I hate to say this dearest, but you must
desist. We – or should I say, 'you' - have much to do tonight! Off with you,
you hussy! Get my bath run!"

Through half closed eyes, she watched him as he got to his feet, his face
flushed and shiny from some of her personal moistures, arranging his dress and
apron into a semblance of order and checking his hair and ribbon in the mirror,
giggling a little as he did so. She wondered, idly - did he have the slightest
idea of how girl-like he'd become? She glanced at the clock. Plenty of time.
Sighed contentedly. Slid her hand down to her crotch and tenderly caressed
herself, crooning soft and low, happily contemplating at the pleasures
forthcoming.

She was dozing, yet sleepily attentive, when he called her for her bath. She
was a little disappointed that he couldn't carry her to the bathroom as once he
might have – but there again, she had been weakening him for some time, so
figured that she couldn't have her cake and eat it too. Smirking with full
knowledge of her power over him, she allowed him to undress her and lead her
into the bath. Lovely!

She lolled in the water, languorously examining his facial expressions as he
washed her all over, his soft, womanish hands delicately laving her firm breasts
and then, when she turned over in the bath, his manicured fingers finding their
soft, sensuous way into her orifices in a way that made her pant with desire.
Nevertheless, she ignored her desires and had him simply dry and powder her in
the usual manner, when she arose from the tub. Then, knowing deliberately what
she was doing, she smiled. "Tonya darling? Which of my nightgowns makes me the
prettiest? Highlights my womanly charms?"

He was confused by this, she could tell. But his need to serve her every wish
overcame anything else that may have lurked in his mind. "That pale blue
nightdress and peignoir that you got last month mistress?" he suggested softly.
"You think it feminine Tonya?" she asked with a smile. "Like to try it on
yourself?"
"No ma'am!" he answered, firmly enough. "You asked for yourself. I answered
truthfully."

She patted his cheek. "I am sorry dear. Just teasing you. Go and get it for
me, would you please?"
She knew that he was puzzled. With him offering himself up as the female as he
had done, her normal response would have been to make herself masculine – but
here, every indication was that she was wishing to take on the feminine role.
Despite this, however, he obediently went and got her nightgown and peignoir and
brought them to her, then helped her into them, fussing at some of the dainty
tasks associated. Then, she made him stand behind her, his hands held close
across his apron and watch as she prettified herself, taking almost
unprecedented care in applying her makeup.

She glanced at the clock. Getting close now. Thought she heard the front door
open, but couldn't be sure.. Opened up a drawer from her dresser and pulled out
the dildo harness. "Darling Tonya? Put this on me, would you darling?" and
stood as she handed it to him. She could see him blanch under his makeup – the
inference that she was going to give him a dildo session was not lost on him –
and this was NOT one of his favorite pastimes. Regardless, it was a form of
physical domination that he could no more have refused than flown in the air, so
he took it from her, knelt down at her feet and proceeded to fit it to her under
her nightgown. When he had finished, he looked up at her enquiringly.
She smiled down at him, fluffing the skirts of her nightgown around her a little
coquettishly . "Do I look feminine and pretty Tonya?"
"Yes mistress," he replied.
"So anyone looking at me would never take me as masculine?"
He shook his head, smiling. "Under no circumstances madam."
"Wonderful! You're SO sweet!" she said, leaning forward to give him a tiny
kiss. "I'd give you a big kiss, but don't want to mess up my lipstick." She
added. "But I'll make it up to you later. Now? Put this in place, will you
dear?" and handed him the dildo she had taken from another drawer.

His eyes tightened enough for her to see that he was displeased, but she smiled
happily as her submissive little husband carefully added the masculine appendage
into the harness designed for it, creating an unsightly bulge under her
nightgown. She looked at the clock. Just a few minutes now. "You've been such
a good girl Tonya! Going to give you a big reward! Want to guess what it is?"

A wary expression showed in his eyes. "I have no idea mistress."
"Well, why don't you just crawl over to the coffee table there. Kneel up there
and present yourself. Now please?"
He grimaced, but hiked his skirts and petticoats up around his waist as well as
he could, and crawled over the ten feet or so, his shapely legs with his seamed
nylons showing most effectively, she thought as she walked slowly behind him
reviewing his total subjugation with a great deal of pleasure.
"I'm going to have you operated on – surgically. Make you into a girl!" she
crowed. "Give you lovely breasts, enhance your hips, shave your Adam's apple.
Give you pretty, pouty, collagen lips. Then? I'll put you on a drug program and
chemically castrate you! Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

He actually paused in preparing himself for her. By this time, he was kneeling
on the coffee table and was in the process of pulling down his panties. She
couldn't see his face, but there was a definite tremble in his voice. "Ma'am?
Honestly? It's very nice of you to offer, but I don't think I want . . "
"Oh just SHUT UP you silly little sissy! You sound just like Jessica!" She was
lubricating him now, enjoying the small flinches he was making as her finger
found it's way inside him now and then.
"Who's Jessica, Ma'am?" he quavered as she wiped her hand on a part of his apron
and entered him slowly, pushing the dildo in steadily.
"She's a surgeon who specializes in making little sissy men into pretty girls!
She keeps saying that you've got to show her that you'll accept such a thing!"
She rammed the dildo home suddenly, enjoying the girlish squeal he made, then
started pulling it out again. "I got to thinking that if she saw you enjoying
playing the girl's role – under a pretty woman? She might see that you really
want to do it – despite any reservations you might state!"

She was positive she heard a sound outside the door. "Now Tonya dear? Look
towards the door and give the lady who enters a nice big, happy, smile!" She
took his hair in hand and pulled it up a little to see the smile on his face as
a knock sounded at the door. Let his hair go, calling. "It's okay Jessica!
Come on in and join the fun!"