Sandra

By: A Happy Wife

I met her at a seminar sponsored by a metaphysical church. We started to
go out, just in afternoons to a movie or for lunch. I never thought I
could have a relationship with her. She was too young, too smart, too
successful and way too gorgeous to ever be interested in me. Sandra had
been married once a long time ago. She had been single for over ten
years; she had started her own business and had been quite successful. I
on the other hand had been married for several years and was recently
divorced. My ex wife had pretty much cleaned me out and I had let her do
it. Sandra was fifteen years younger than I was; she was fun to be with
and was a knock out.

Sandra and I used to go shopping sometimes on our afternoon dates.
Sandra would shop and ask my opinion on clothes she would try on. I
would carry her packages and fetch her food and drinks. She even had me
carry her purse for her once in a while. We got to the point of seeing
each other just about every weekend and a couple of times a week. I had
given her a key to my house so she could use my washer and dryer. She
even used my computer from time to time. Sandra stayed over a couple of
times. I had not slept with her although I wanted to.

I knew that Sandra dated and had a few guys she went out with. She told
me about them and it seemed to me she talked about them to me as though
I was a girl friend. I just thought she wasn't interested in me in a
sexual way. Sandra and I were friends for about three months when she
asked me if I was gay or just didn't find her sexy. I told her I thought
she was very sexy. She asked why I had never made a move, so she made
the move. The first time we had sex I was very nervous and had some
trouble maintaining my erection. I thought the trouble was that I had
masturbated not long before we tried. She worked very hard on my
erection and we completed the act. I thought it was wonderful. She
didn't exactly leap over the moon. I began to time my masturbation so
that it didn't interfere with our sexual intercourse and there was no
more trouble. Sandra still teased me about "going soft on her"

Sandra was sitting on my bed one Sunday and I was just finishing up in
the bathroom. Sandra called me and had in her hand some of my secret
clothes. She laughed and said; "I really don't care if you wear this
stuff Steve." She held a bra and a pair of panties. She said she wanted
to see me in them right now. I was terribly embarrassed and didn't know
what to say. Sandra did however. Sandra said there are good things about
ladies clothes and bad things too. If you are going to wear them you get
the good and the bad. A couple of the bad things are bras and carrying a
purse. I was going to experience bra wearing and purse carrying at all
times. She reached out and took my penis and pulled me over to her. She
had me step into the white panties and she hooked the bra for me. She
asked about forms and I retrieved them form my special place in the
closet. Sandra filled my bra, bounced my breasts and pronounced me good
to go. She noticed my erection and smiled in approval. She commented on
how the panties seemed to turn me on more than she did. She pulled the
waistband down and began to felate me. She was marvelous and I climaxed
in about three seconds. She giggled at me and said, "I don't know
whether to call you softy or quickie." I blushed from my toes to my
ears. She said the next time she saw me "those pretty legs will be
shaved." The next day after work I shaved my legs as Sandra had ordered

I was puttering around the house when Sandra appeared behind me. I had
on an oversize tee shirt, my bra and my panties. Sandra liked my shaved
legs and said, "keep them shaved." I nodded in the affirmative and she
smiled. That evening she introduced me to performing oral sex. She
removed her jeans and athletic shoes and leaned back on the bed. Still
in my panties, tee and bra she had me nuzzle her sex and through her
panties she instructed me how to use my nose and the spots I was to use
it on. When she was ready she kicked off the panties and put both my
nose and tongue to work. She had me lift her buttocks and attend to her
anus with my nose and tongue. She would move me back to her vagina and
in no uncertain terms told me exactly what she expected. She used slaps
to my head and ears to locate me properly; she pulled my hair and
insulted my style and amateurish enthusiasm. She kept me at it for
probably an hour. I brought her to several orgasms and she had me hold
my position and bring her down slowly with kisses and licks. When she
was finished she sat on the edge of the bed and placed me in a kneeling
position on the floor between her legs. She took her feet and moved them
to my penis. Holding my penis between her lovely feet she masturbated me
to a very quick climax. Without being told I knelt at her feet and
licked up my semen then got a wash cloth and washed her feet.

Still in my servile position she told me that from now on I would be
giving her pedicures and foot service. She told me I could practice my
pedicures on my own feet and when she thought I had learned how to do a
proper pedi I could do her. So now I was wearing panties, a bra, my legs
were shaved, I carry a purse and will paint my toenails. I bent down and
kissed the tops of her beautiful feet and said yes. She smiled and said,
"call me Mistress".

The next day I met Mona. Mona was a girlfriend of Sandra's they had
known each other for years. I cooked dinner for them. Mona looked at me
like I was the maid. She turned to Sandra and said "I see you have it in
a bra." "It has nice legs, the shoes are bad though." Sandra agreed and
said to me "shorts and sandals". I scurried off to change. When I
returned Mona and Sandra were laughing and having a great time. I served
drinks and finished my cooking. As we ate Mona called me Pansy Anne.
Sandra liked the name and it was what I would be called from now on.
Steve was gone replaced by pantied Pansy Anne. Mona was always
disdainful of me and couldn't see what Sandra saw in me. Mona said more
than once that I was a sissy and would be a better girl than I ever was
as a boy. Sandra and Mona discussed my softness and quickness problems.
I knew there were no problems it was just that after an hour or two of
performing oral sex on Sandra I was about to explode and often did
sometimes as soon as I got in or worse yet before I got in.

Mona introduced me to make up and Sandra thought it was a good idea so
makeup was added to my growing list of humiliations. I made the mistake
of getting mad and shouted at Sandra "What's next a dress?" Mona was
over the next day and I served her and Sandra in my new pink jumper,
white blouse and high heeled sandals. I was indeed the blushing sissy,
as Mona looked me over with a big grin on her face. Mona and Sandra were
thick as thieves and they talked about other men as though I wasn't
around. I heard about Sandra's dates and the double dates the two women
had. One night I sat on a little stool between Mona's legs. I had just
finished doing a pedicure on both of them and was gently blowing on
Mona's toes to dry them. I loved being at the feet of these women.

Sandra had feet to die for and Mona was blessed with feet just as lovely
as my darling Sandra. Mona was a beautiful woman. I didn't like her much
as she was so disdainful of me and humiliated me to such an extent. In
my position at the feet of these two women Mona suggested to Sandra that
she marry me. Sandra laughed and said "marry Pansy, why on earth would I
do that?' Mona went on to explain the advantages of having a sissy. It
was as though I wasn't there. Sandra said, "We have talked about his
masturbation." Mona told her that if we got engaged and eventually
married she could control the masturbation and maybe even improve my
sexual performance. I was furious at this kind of talk about me but I
just sat on my little stool and looked down at the feet I had just
serviced. I realized that it would be very hard for me to put my foot
down when my foot was as lovely as the women's feet I was looking at. In
my white high-heeled sandals and my pretty painted toenails I certainly
did not have a manly foot to stomp with. Sandra and Mona were very much
aware of my humiliation and at the same time my love of that humiliation
and the subservient position I had allowed Sandra to place me in. I
wanted to object to this talk but remembered the last time I protested.
I have been in dresses ever since that time. So I said nothing. Sandra
moved me over to in front of her and lifted her beautiful foot to my
face. I began to lick and kiss the sole of her foot. Mona told her that
my footwork could continue, as would my other oral skills and Sandra
could still date and if she ever needed real sex it was available.

They talked about me taking on all the housework, assisting Sandra with
her dressing, learning to sew and even working part time in Sandra's
office. My God they were talking about me being the wife, being the
bride. Later that night Sandra positioned me between her legs. She had
her panties on and had me using my nose to rub her most tender spots. I
kept up this serving of her as she talked about me wearing the ring and
being her bride. She had just finished with a small orgasm when she
asked me to be her bride. I was so in love and so horny I said, "Yes,
yes I'll do anything." She said, "Yes you will."

Sandra and Mona supervised the piercing of my penis. It didn't hurt
much; it was just a small piercing on the underside of the penis. It
healed quickly and when it was healed we had a small dinner party, I of
course cooked and served. Sandra had invited Mona and the girls form the
office. I was very embarrassed to be serving these women; I was after
all the man, wasn't I? After the meal Sandra gave me a small box. In the
box was an engagement ring. It was so feminine and lovely. It had five
diamonds, one in the center and two on each side of the big one. The
ring was gold and just beautiful. She put it on my finger and kissed my
cheeks. She had me stand in front of her and clasp my hands behind my
head. She lifted my skirt and slid my panties down. The girls were all
laughing at this and the small size of my equipment didn't go unnoticed.
I tried to pull away but Sandra had a hold on my penis and I wasn't
going anywhere. I felt Sandra insert something in the piercing and
something slipped over the head of my penis. The girls all were howling
at this. Sandra said I could look now. I was shocked to see that my
penis now wore an engagement ring of its own.

The ring matched the ring on my finger. It went through the hole on the
underside of my penis and over the head and settled in the groove just
behind the head. Sandra was explaining to the girls that I had a
masturbation problem and the ring would keep me from erecting because of
pain when my little penis started to swell. She could remove the ring if
she wanted but planned to leave it on till after the wedding. She nodded
at Mona and Mona clipped a small silver chain around my waist, I could
feel the end of the chain dangle between my fanny cheeks. Mona then
pulled my penis back and clipped it to the chain running down my butt
crack. My penis was pulled back and seemed to disappear. "Oh he is a
girl," said one of the assembled women. Mona explained to me that if I
needed to go big potty I could just pull the chain aside. I would need
to be careful wiping or I would get the chain dirty. Sandra told Mona
and of course everyone in ear shot that I was good at wiping, I wiped
for her all the time and checked for cleanliness with my tongue and
little nose. They thought this was cute. Sandra offered my services to
anyone that happened to need to go that evening. I don't think I had
ever been so mortified in my life.

Still clipped into the restrained position Sandra expected oral service
from me that night. My tongue and nose got a work out as Sandra had at
least four strong orgasms. My penis tried to become erect but the pulled
back position and the tight engagement ring it wore prevented it. Not
only the inability to be hard but the pain caused by the ring made me
uncomfortable and feeling left out. Sandra praised me for my oral
abilities. She was very excited about the way I used my nose and tongue
on her. She never had anything nice to say about my penis or the way I
used it. When she did mention it she always used derogatory terms. She
would say, "are you finished already? Is it in yet? Well that was quick"
or worse yet Oh you poor boy or just a shrug and a Whatever. When I had
finished with Sandra I saw that with my penis held back I would not get
the foot rubbing of my member I had become accustomed to. Sandra asked
me what was wrong and I replied I missed her feet. She put me between
her legs and brought her feet to my face and instead of my being
masturbated with her beautiful feet I was put to work licking and
sucking her feet and toes as she fell asleep.

Wedding plans were in full swing, it seemed like every day now Sandra
and Mona along with some of Sandra's co-workers and friends were
discussing plans. Mona added a new humiliation to my growing list of
degradations. She had me stripped to just my bra and panties, had me
step out of the panties and she unclipped the chain. My penis now
referred to "my little penis" sprang forward. My little penis was
attempting to erect but the ring stopped it from becoming fully hard. It
was a nice feeling but unfulfilling. I thought I could probably
masturbate to a climax and if I got the chance would try. Mona then
placed a pink leather collar around my neck and a chain around each
wrist. The wrist chains clipped to the collar and held my hands in about
six inches from my face. Mona explained to Sandra that I couldn't reach
my little penis to rub it but with my hands where they do the most good
I can do my oral sex and foot worship without being bothered by pesky
erections. Mona pointed out the added benefit of being able to pull me
around by the leash on my penis then I could be clipped back in place
and my hands released for my housewife duties.

Sandra just loved the collar and acted as though I should love it too. I
pretended to be OK with it. I was now working three days a week at
Sandra's office. It was decided that I would dress as a girl there
"since I seemed to like it" I tried to explained that I only dressed as
a women because she wanted me too. She said I was so sweet to do that
for her and I was lucky because she would let me continue. There were
five women and two men and now one sissy in the office. I was just part
time and was the flunky. I was used for filing, receptionist and running
errands for the girls and men. I was often used by the girls for
pedicures and manicures; I went to the dry cleaners, served coffee and
flipped the charts for presentations. Once in a while I was asked to do
intimate things such as adjusting a bra strap, catching a hem, running
out for sanitary pads even giving a shoe shine to one of the men. I was
never referred to as a male and as far as anyone seemed to know my name
was Pansy Anne. The women in the office all knew me as Pansy Anne and
had a small badge made up for me to wear. As it was no secret around the
office that I was a sissy and the property of Sandra I was often shown
to visitors and others that visited the office. My foot service was
offered to both women and men as such I spent many an hour under a desk
with my tongue busy between some man or woman's toes. Once in a board
meeting I was summoned to dust off and shine the shoes of several men
that had been to a construction site and had gotten their expensive and
large wing tip shoes dusty. Everybody seemed to think it was very funny
to watch the sissy kneeling at these gentlemen's feet struggling to keep
my skirt from rising too high on my thighs while busily buffing these
manly styled shoes I no longer wore myself.

Sandra had many male friends and was aware of my embarrassment at being
around them in my sissy state of being. Both Sandra and Mona enjoyed
having me compare my small pretty feet and hands to the large manly
appendages of their friends. They enjoyed saying things like "you know
what they say? Large foot large, well" and they would all laugh and look
at my small feet. Sandra was seeing one man a lot and I was getting very
jealous. Sandra just told me not to worry my pretty head, she would be
all right. Mona and Sandra would often double date and I would serve as
a maid and chauffer for the couples. Mona had come up with a uniform I
was to wear on the date nights. It was horrible and I just hated it. The
jacket was pink light wool, collarless the hem flared. I wore a white
silk blouse with a slight ruffle at the neck and it had ruffled cuffs
that stuck out of the jacket. The slacks were pink like the jacket a
slight flare at the cuff. I wore black kid high heeled boots, carried a
black patent purse and wore a pink chauffeur's cap with a black patent
bill. I was adjourned with silver and diamond jewelry. With this
obviously sissy attire I was not allowed to pass as women. I wore light
make up and was told to mince around like the sissy I was. So I drove my
Mistresses and Masters, carried purses, dusted off shoes, held doors,
fetched drinks, assisted with toilet rituals and was used for the
amusement of Sandra and Mona's tony friends.

The day of the wedding was approaching; it had been several weeks since
I had been allowed out of the penis restraint to have an erection much
less an orgasm. My situation did nothing to stop Sandra's desire to be
sexually satisfied with my tongue, hands and nose. I spent most night
with my head between her legs tasting and smelling the flower of her sex
without experiencing any relief at all. Once a month Sandra would take
me to her gynecologist for a prostrate milking. It was a horribly
humiliating experience for me. I would be seated in the busy waiting
room wearing a dress, make up and pumps, the nurse would call "Mr. sissy
and the women in the room would all hear and giggle. I would be taken to
an exam room and told to strip. Naked except for the chain and penis
restraints I would lay on the exam table, knees up and feet in the
stirrups. Two nurses would be present and the Doctor would come in. She
would undo the chain, slip a condom over the head of "my little penis",
put on a latex exam glove and put two fingers in my anus. The nurses
would gather around for this and the Doctor would move her fingers in
and out and find the spot and I would ejaculate to the giggles of the
young nurses. Condom still on I would be left there for a few minutes,
the Doctor would come back and we would repeat the humiliating ritual.
We would repeat it until the Doctor was satisfied that I was soundly
milked and could go another month without the need for relief. One of
the nurses would then unwrap and insert a super tampon in my rectum and
with a big smile give me two for my purse. They stayed while I dressed
in my skirt, hose and pumps. At the desk I was reminded to use the
tampons for two days and an appointment was made for one month from the
date. I was called Mr. sissy and thanked for my visit and told I was
looking lovely today.

With my anus filled with the tampon my heels clicking on the hard floor
I returned to my job as the office sissy. On one such day I had been to
the doctor's office for my "milking" and had returned to the office with
my anus filled with the super tampon and the lubrication the doctor had
used on her gloved fingers still in my rectum, I noticed the full and
satisfying feeling I had. I couldn't help but feel good and had the
feeling of having just been soundly screwed. At my desk I must have been
smiling when one of the girls came by and said "Why Pansy, if I didn't
know better I would swear you have just been fucked!" That statement
really woke me up and made me realize just what a girl I have become.

To the women I worked with I was, not a man not even a male, not even a
male in a dress, not even a sissy, I was one of them a girl. At first I
was shocked then I leaned back and thought about it, I was OK with being
a girl. That afternoon as I changed the tampon in the women's restroom
and wrapped the used one in tissue, slid it into the proper receptacle
the femininity of my actions were further driven home. At home with
Sandra and Mona I was a sissy and remained submissive to theses two
women. There was no equality, I wasn't a girl, I was a sissy and that
fact was always present. In Sandra's bed my mouth, nose, fingers were
used to bring her to satisfaction almost every night. My little penis
never saw any relief. To my own embarrassment one night I knelt at
Sandra and Mona's feet and begged for a trip to the doctor for a
milking. The women both laughed at this and teased me about wanting
something in my pretty ass. Mona looked at Sandra, shrugged and taking
my hand led me to the bedroom, she said kneel pansy. I knelt, she lifted
my skirt, pulled down my panties, I felt her finger and the lubricant as
she worked it around. Then I felt the intrusion. Something was going
into my anus, further and further then it hit the magic spot. My penis
began to leak semen, just a little at first then I was pouring it out
and then the feeling. My God she had hit my G spot, I was having an
orgasm! I was cumming like a woman, I was penetrated, I was soundly
screwed and I had an orgasm! My God I was a girl. When she had finished
with me she left the little dildo inside me, swatted my fanny and said
clean up Pansy. I went into the bathroom, cleaned my anus, inserted a
tampon, washed the small white plastic device Mona had used, freshened
my makeup and returned to the living room. I knelt at the feet of these
women and began to kiss their feet and shoe tops. I would have eaten a
mile of their shit just to sniff their asses.