Duplex

From: Missy




At first we just wanted to spice things up a bit. Leanne and I had been
married for ten years and although sex had always been good with us, we'd
fallen into bit of a rut. So we tried a few different things, like role
play as someone else or we'd each change our look as if it we were having
sex with a new person. We tried having riskier sex, in public places or
in rooms in our house where we might be seen. We also used more toys,
like vibrators or massagers, as well as some bondage gear like thumb
cuffs and collars. Leanne suggested I take a dominant role, forcing her
to serve me sexually. Everything worked a little at least at first,
except perhaps me as a dominant. I mean I just couldn't pull it off
believably. So, we role played an imaginary person to dominate us both.

We began to use a large realistic dildo, black with large balls that
contained a reservoir that could simulate ejaculation. She would have me
go down on her orally, bring her to multiple orgasms, and then fuck her
using the dildo. She loved the contrast the black cock provided, both in
color and large size compared to me. It did hurt my feelings a little,
since I was only average, cock wise, but it was fantasy play. Eventually
she scripted me sucking the dildo before using it on her and of course, I
had to clean her pussy once it had 'cum' into her. This whole fantasy
angle seemed to create the most excitement we had during sex in a long
time, so Leanne looked to expand it.

That's when she bought the chastity device for me. Even though it was
just a toy for sexual play, she had gotten a nice metal design that fit
snuggly around the base of my cock, the balls wedged between a metal ring
and the tube that held my penis. It had a metal cup that fit over
everything and locked to the base ring with a small brass lock. The
design kept me from touching anything but the balls that poked out under
the cup. I would have to wear it a day or so before the role play and
then after she had experienced three or four orgasms she would unlock me
and I would have the best orgasms of my life. Something about having me
nude with only the chastity device, serving her orally, and then pleasing
our 'master' as he fucked her gave me thrills like I hadn't experienced
in long time. I could tell she loved it too; she was submissive, so it
worked well that our imaginary lover filled the dominant role. At first
when she unlocked me, it was a bit disconcerting to put my cock into her
pussy, stretched out by the large dildo. We soon learned that by having
her get on top and ride my penis, I would come very quickly. We'd repeat
this scenario once or twice every week, mixed in with straight sex it
made our sex life much more exciting. The only request I made, was that
we keep this private from our friends. Leanne was good with that too.

Other than this fantasy sex, our lives were quite normal. We were similar
in height at 5'7", trim, and in our early 30s. She had dark brown hair
that she wore to her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a curvy body,
highlighted by her perky B-cup breasts. I had a Nordic heritage with blue
eyes, pale skin, and light blonde hair. She tended to dress more
fashionable than my generally conservative look and was always asking me
to try some new fashion or fad; the one consolation that I made for her,
was to keep my hair long enough to pull back in a ponytail.  I worked a
typical 9-5 job; Leanne managed our house. Since it was a duplex and we
rented out the other side, she also handled our rentals. We had been
lucky to have an older couple in the duplex for a couple of years. Their
requests were simple maintenance issues that I could handle or could
arrange for a handyman to cover. I did all the yard work for both sides
of the house. So overall, the rental gave us an extra income with few
demands.

When our renters left to move closer to their grandkids, Leanne started
advertising and interviewing possible replacements. Our town was a small
college community, so there was the usual mix of students, visiting
professors, and technology buffs among the applicants. She was quite
selective as we didn't want young students that might party too much or
cause damage to the place. I was pleased when she told me she had found a
suitable renter and a contract had been signed. He worked for one of the
financial firms in town, but only expected to be here a few years until
he moved on to a bigger area, so he didn't want to be tied down by a
mortgage. It seemed like a nice fit. I was at work when he moved in, but
took the time when I got home to bake a fresh batch of homemade brownies.
Although Leanne did most of the housework, she was not a cook and I had
assumed that role in our relationship. I had developed quite a knack for
cooking and had even taken a few classes in night school so I could make
ethnic cuisine as well as special desserts.

We went over after dinner, so I could meet our new renter and give him
the welcome brownies. Knocking on the door, we waited to meet him. When
he opened the door, I took a quick breath. He was about 4 inches taller
than me, about 6'1", slim, and was wearing a suit from his work. His hair
was short, and he had a neatly trimmed goatee. But what caused me to
startle was his ethnicity; he was black. I had grown up in mixed
communities and really had never thought about race before. But because
of our recent role play with the black dildo, I had become anxious about
black men. Leanne loved to talk when I fucked her with the dildo, about
how better black men were as lovers, how she had longed to be a black
man's sex toy, and how serving a black man would be heaven.

As I introduced myself and shook his hand, I shot a quick glance at
Leanne. She was smiling smugly and winked at me. The rest of the
conversation with Malik was routine, although I was nervous. He was a day
trader and loved how our duplex was set up with the latest electronic
connections; he imagined he would be able to do more of his work from
home. His whole demeanor was of a calm and cool person who was used to
being in control under any situation. The stress of making short-term
trades where lots of money was involved seem to run off him like water
off a duck's back. When he complemented Leanne on the brownies, she
corrected him and told him that I had made them. He looked at me in a new
way and told me they were excellent, and asked if I cooked other things.
Leanne jumped in and described how I did all the cooking, and basically
ran the kitchen. Malik smiled broadly, even more so, when she asked him
if he wanted to come over on Friday for dinner. He readily accepted and
we returned back to our side of the duplex. I was full of questions and
began asking Leanne as soon as we were in our own place.

"You didn't tell me our new renter was black. Are you sure he was the
best choice?"

"Most definitely, he met all my financial criteria and even paid 3 full
months in advance in addition to the security deposit. He works for one
of the best firms in town and had a real nice personality. Besides, I
liked the idea of a handsome black man next door."

"So you admit you chose him in part because of his color. I must say it
makes me a bit nervous."

"Lewis Reece, just relax will you; I admit it was a bonus that he was
black. I mean now, we can have a real identity for our imaginary lover.
But truthfully, he impressed me more with how suitable he was as a
renter. His references were outstanding, his finances secure, and he was
quite accommodating on all our requirements. The fact that he was black
and is next door doesn't mean I will be unfaithful. I love you and
realize that fantasy is fantasy. If I wanted a secret lover I wouldn't
put him under your nose. I bet you become good friends; he mentioned he
liked to run to keep trim. So you already have that in common."

I muttered my consent and we talked some about what we needed to do for
his dinner visit on Friday. I decided to make one of my signature fish
dishes, with a white-wine sauce, wild rice, vegetables and a bread
pudding dessert. It was very unique, appearing to be difficult to make,
but was really quite easy. It would also let me judge him a bit since it
was not usual fare. We had the place cleaned up and I had bought all the
ingredients for the meal, when Leanne approached me at bed time on
Thursday.

"Lewis, let me put your chastity device on tonight. I want you to wear it
tomorrow and through dinner. That way when Malik leaves, we can have
sex.
Knowing you are locked up while he is here will get me horny as hell; I
think it will do the same for you. Since we have him next door, I'd like
to use him for our benefit."

I wanted to say no and deny her offer, but it did sound good. So I let
her lock me up. The next day, sex was on my mind constantly at work. When
I got home, she had laid out some clothes for me; simple black pants,
white shirt and a black tie. She was wearing a short black dress and
heels, simple but sexy. I thought we might be over-dressing, but she
insisted. When Malik showed up, I was right. He was wearing polo shirt
and jeans, much more casual. He was cool about it though, I could tell he
wouldn't be rattled if he showed up to a black-tie event in a swimsuit.
As he entered, he nodded at me and then took Leanne's hand and kissed it.

"I want to thank you for the invitation. I hope this is the start of a
special relationship. You look really nice, that dress is very
attractive. I like women who wear heels and dresses; so many that I work
with seem to be locked in pant suits."

Turning to me, he smiled or was it a smirk.

"I see you dressed up as well. Although given your assignments in the
kitchen, I thought you might be wearing an apron or a pearl necklace
rather than a tie."

His jovial laugh finished the comment, indicating that he was joking.
Leanne joined in, leaving me to smile and mumble something about men
being chefs, etc. I already felt nervous and this comment made it worse.
Of course my cock was throbbing in its cage. I retreated to the kitchen
to continue cooking, coming out as I could to bring them both a drink and
slip into the conversation. Malik was sitting next to Leanne on the
couch, and I could tell they were hitting it off. The sounds of laughter
came into the kitchen as I finished cooking and brought the meal to the
table.

Dinner went well. He loved the fish and even the bread pudding,
complimenting me on its taste and texture. His comments made me feel
better, but I could see his eyes taking in Leanne's figure as we talked.
She definitely was attractive to him. Again, I had to leave them alone as
I was stuck tidying up the kitchen a bit and putting away the left
overs.
We finished the evening with a nice after dinner brandy. After an hour or
so, he said he needed to leave, as he had errands to run tomorrow. We
said goodbye at the door, and then Leanne literally dragged me upstairs
to our bedroom.

"Strip Lewis, I want you naked in 30 seconds."

She peeled off her dress and lay back on the bed watching me disrobe. As
soon as I had my clothes off, she pushed my head between her thighs and
made me start licking her already wet pussy. Her orgasms came fast and
hard, she had been very aroused by our evening. It only got better when I
began to suck the black dildo. She lay back in anticipation.

"That a boy! Get Malik nice and hard for me. I want to be fucked by a
real man; a man who has a cock worth screwing. He looks ready, put him in
me."

I slowly began to move the dildo in and out of her pussy. She reacted
wildly coming in minutes. She insisted that I screw her more, until she
had come two more times, each one more violently than before. As she
climaxed the last time, she told me to help Malik cum too. I squeezed the
balls and the artificial ejaculate, a homemade recipe of corn starch,
water, lemon juice and corn syrup, shot into her. That sent her over the
edge. As she began to relax, she looked at me and told me to clean her
up. That Malik had left a nice present for his kitchen boy. As I finished
licking her clean, she directed me to clean him as well. I was going
down
on the dildo when she rolled me over, unlocked my cock and mounted me. It
took only a few strokes for me to blast my cum into her. She obviously
needed more, so she pulled the dildo from my mouth and straddled me. I
licked her to another orgasm cleaning my own semen from her pussy, a
first for us. Finally she collapsed next to me, smiling broadly. That had
been our best sex in many years. The tension built during the evening
was
all released during our sex. Her use of his name had made it all seem
much more real and exciting. We fell asleep in each other's arms in short
order.

The rest of the week went by normally. We didn't talk about our sex after
his visit, and I only saw him briefly entering his apartment one
evening.
I had almost forgotten about it, when Leanne approached me at bed time on
Thursday.

"I need to lock you up now. I invited Malik over for dinner again on
Friday. I want you to be as horny as before."

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner? I need to plan something to
cook. I was just going to make a simple beef stroganoff for us."

"Oh that will be fine. He is a single guy and even your ordinary dishes
will taste great to him. Just stop by the store on the way home and get
some fresh bread. You'll have time to make a few of your peach tarts for
dessert. I know you have everything for that."

I wanted to be mad, but she had locked me up and insisted she needed me
to lick her before we went to bed. I complied even though I was upset. To
be honest, I was glad she had invited him over, but wanted to be able to
make a more striking dinner. Although I liked playing submissive in bed
using him as our imaginary lover, in real life I wanted him to be
impressed with my cooking. I felt a bit odd doing the cooking for another
man and I wanted to show-off my skills.  I didn't want him to think it
was just some ordinary meal but more like a meal a talented chef would
prepare.  It took me a while to fall asleep as my mind went over
everything.

The next day I was distracted at work again. My cock alternated between
being hard and soft, frustrated by the cage. I left work a little early,
picked up the bread, and got home to start the dinner. The tarts baked
quickly and I soon had the dishes simmering. Leanne called me upstairs to
get dressed. As I entered she was holding a black silky shirt with a
gold
pattern on it. It looked a bit exotic, not my normal fare at all.

"I found you a casual shirt to wear. I wanted us to stay looking sharp,
but the shirt and tie was too stiff. Just put on your black slacks and
then you can wear this over them."



"I can't put on the black ones. They got dirty in the kitchen last
weekend, so I took them to the cleaners and haven't picked them up yet.
I'll just wear a pair of jeans."

"Jeans won't do. Don't you have another pair of black pants?"

"No, it's not a color I wear often."

"Well you'll just have to wear a pair of mine then, because I want you to
wear black with this shirt."

She went in her closet and rumbled around a few minutes, finally
returning with two pairs of black pants. The first pair fit my legs, but
was way too tight in the waist. Also, the large baggy style and shiny
fabric didn't look good on me. The second pair fit much tighter through
the legs and hips as it was a skinny style, almost a legging, and the
fabric was simple cotton. This pair was too tight in the waist also,
although only by a little. I was about to suggest I just wear something
else when she went to her dresser and pulled out a black spandex item and
gave it to me.

"Try this, it's a shaper and should make you smaller in the waist and
hips."

"I don't think so; it was one thing to wear your pants, but not your
underwear."

Leanne just ignored me and told me to try them. I reluctantly took off my
underwear and pulled the shaper up my body. It fit like a really tight
pair of boxers. Once I had it on, the pants fit nicely, very snug,
although I again protested the look because they were so tight and even
zipped up the side. Although I didn't mention it to her, I was also
nervous about how the flat front molded around my chastity-bound cock; it
looked more like a smooth pussy mound than a cock-type shape.

"Don't worry; the shirt is long enough to cover the zipper. Put it on and
let's see."

I slid the shirt over my head, as it only had buttons part way down. The
band collar and puffy look was much different than my usual style. Leanne
eyed me and then went back in the closet. Returning with a gold and
black
braided belt, she fastened it loosely where my waist was. That gave me
some shape and she liked the look. She also clipped a gold chain around
my neck; I could see she was wearing a similar necklace, only hers had
the key to my chastity device hanging off it. Handing me a pair of
tasseled black loafers she told me I looked good and to go down and make
sure dinner was okay. She started dressing and was still upstairs when
the bell rang. I hesitantly went to the door. Malik was there; this time
in only a t-shirt and baggy jeans. It was as if he was going to go more
casual than me at each turn. He glanced up and down at my outfit, and
commented as Leanne came into the foyer.

"Nice blouse, the gold pattern is the same as the Saints use. That's my
favorite team."

I wanted to correct him that it was a shirt not a blouse, but the
confident way he said it made we wonder so I glanced down, but it looked
fine to me. But before I could respond, he turned to Leanne. She was
wearing a tight pink dress and very high heel sandals. The dress was so
tight; you could see she was wearing a thong and bra both in lace. The
low cut top showed her cleavage and the little gold key to my chastity
device was nestled in between her boobs. I was floored at how she looked,
but Malik just smiled.

"Now that is smoking hot! You look fabulous babe. Between your sexy dress
and Lewis's blouse you two look very inviting."

She thanked him and lifted her hand for him to kiss it, which he did. She
then led him back to the den, telling me to bring them a couple of
drinks. I was mad, a bit humiliated, but also straining against my cage.
I knew deep inside that Leanne was playing with me, so that our sex would
be better later, but even so it was a bit hard to take now. I brought us
all drinks, and told them that dinner would be ready to eat as soon as
they finished. Malik did not seem to be in a hurry, as he sat on the
couch with Leanne again, only this time he was sitting closer so their
thighs touched. I sat in the arm chair opposite and we talked a bit about
our week at work. He had apparently made some killer moves that earned
him a nice reputation at work, as well as some bonus cash. He asked what
I had done that week; my reply that we had revised an inventory form
sounded pretty lame, but he just smiled and said it sounds like I was a
good admin person. As we had finished the drinks, I stood up to gather
the glasses. I could see him eyeing my waist with a questioning glance.

"Lewis, I know that is a blouse, but are you wearing women's pants as
well? They seem to have a side zip and that's not normally a man's
style."

I blushed and hurriedly pulled down my blouse over the zip, although I
knew it was too late. I was trying to answer when Leanne giggled and
spoke up.

"He had to wear a pair of my pants to match his top. His black slacks got
some sauce on them last week in the kitchen when he was cooking for us,
so they were at the cleaners and unavailable."

"So you two share the same sizes? I know you're about the same height but
you look trimmer than Lewis."

"The pants were a close fit, but with a pair of my Spanx shapers, he
could zip them closed."

"He's wearing your underwear too. How sweet! I know it makes his legs
look killer. The tight fit of the pants highlights their pretty shape. In
fact your whole outfit looks dynamite. The only thing I would change is
the shoes. As sexy as those pants are and the way they taper to the
ankle, they need some heels to match, maybe something in gold."

"Yes your right! I do have a pair of gold pumps; I know we wear the same
size shoe, as he is always wearing my flip-flop sandals at the beach. How
bout I go get them and we see how they look?"

With that, Leanne hopped up and quickly went upstairs. While she left,
Malik watched her butt jiggle in the tight dress, ignoring me. I was mad
as hell because Leanne had told Malik so much and indicated I had willing
wore her clothes, that I left the room to put the empty glasses in the
sink. As she came downstairs again, she called out to me to come in the
room.

"I don't think that is necessary. These loafers look fine to me."

"Come here and stop being so sensitive. Malik had a good suggestion and I
want to see how it looks."

I reluctantly went back to the den, where she was standing there holding
her pumps. She came to me and indicated that I should lift my foot. I did
as she wanted and she quickly had switched out the comfortable loafers
for the pumps which fit, although tightly. I had to put my hand on her
shoulder to steady myself at first, but she stepped away and told me to
try walking with them. The   first few steps were awkward, but she gave
me a tip or two about walking in heels, and I made it to the hall and
back without breaking my neck.

"I was right. The gold pumps look hot and they really emphasize how nice
your legs are. You don't happen to shave them do you? I'd love to see
them in some sheer hose and heels."

"No I don't shave my legs. In fact, I've never even had heels on before
now. It is not part of my usual wardrobe. This is the first time I ever
wore anything like this."

"Well you might consider making it a regular part. I mean they match your
blouse better and are in keeping with the spirit of your lingerie too.
Just saying, around the house it might be a nice touch to see your sexy
legs. I know I appreciate how Leanne dresses to emphasize her assets; I
just thought you might be willing to do the same. You need to get an
apron at least. That way you can keep your clothes clean and not have to
borrow your wife's clothes."

I blushed at his suggestions, especially when Leanne agreed that I had
pretty legs that would look good in hose. I was getting embarrassed by
all this talk, so I told them that dinner was ready and to go sit at the
table. I was tempted to take the heels off, but decided I wear them
through the meal. It was a bit awkward serving them in my feminine
outfit. But Malik seemed to be totally focused on Leanne and she was
flirting back at him. The meal went quickly, Malik again praising my
skills. He asked me to bring them a glass of brandy before I cleaned up.
I was a bit taken back by his assertiveness, but I wanted to be a good
host, so I complied. They took the drinks and went out on the deck while
I stayed inside to take care of the dishes and leftovers. But I wasn't
going to let them control me totally, so I slipped off the heels while I
worked; I'd show them. When Leanne called for a refill, I went to get
their glasses and she saw my bare feet.

"Lewis, where are your pumps? No one wants to see your bare feet while we
are eating. Go put them back on. I expect you to wear them the rest of
the evening. It is insulting to our guest to not follow his wonderful
suggestion about your attire. Maybe I need to buy you a few pairs to wear
around the house so you get accustomed to their feel. That way it will
be
natural for you. Now bring us our drinks!"

Her sudden outburst surprised me and as I started to leave the deck, I
looked at her. She winked at me and gave me a sly smile. I could see she
was playing this up for later. Malik stayed another hour or so, sitting
close to Leanne. She continued to flirt while I sat by, the pumps firmly
on my feet, and the Spanx shaper holding me tightly. When he left, she
showed him out. They stood in the doorway, while she held her hands up
for him to kiss and he did, holding them a while after he kissed them.
They were softly talking while I put away the last glasses.

"I enjoyed tonight, your company is the highlight of my week. I can't
make it next Friday, but I can come over on Saturday. That work for you?"

"Of course Malik, whatever is convenient. I'll have Lewis make something
special for dinner. Maybe a seven course meal; he took some classes on
European dining and can make a meal that lasts all evening. I can't wait
to see you again."

With that she leaned in and kissed his cheek. His broad smile filled the
doorway as he left. She immediately turned and walked to me. Undoing the
belt from my blouse, she reached under and un-zipped the pants, pulling
them down. I had slipped off the pumps and wiggled my legs out of the
pants. I stood there, the longish blouse looking so much like a short
dress, with the sheer shaper peeking out beneath it. She slapped my butt
as I bent over to pick up the pants.

"Put your heels on and get upstairs. I think you need to show me how good
you are with your tongue, before I let Malik fuck my brains out. You
need
to realize your new role in this house since I've found a real man to
take control."

Looking at me, she winked again and leaned in for a long French kiss, our
lips and tongues running wild. I was as hot as I had ever been. The mix
of the humiliation in front of Malik and how he had unknowingly pushed
all the right buttons made me want her so badly. She felt the same and we
spent the night awake in bed. I ate her to four orgasms, fucked her to
three with the dildo, and came four times in her pussy myself. It was the
best night of sex we had ever experienced. Whatever humiliation I had
endured during Malik's visit was well worth it.

The week flew by. I had planned out the meal in grand style, including
appetizers, soup, salad, a beef wellington main course, dessert, and
after drinks. The key for such a meal is to make the portions small and
take your time. It is as much an event as a meal. The sexual afterglow of
the weekend extended into the week as well. We had normal sex on Tuesday
night that sparked like when we were first married. The heightened
sexual
tension created by our interactions with Malik was remaining strong. So I
should have been expecting it, but was caught off guard when Leanne
approached me in bed on Wednesday.

"Lewis I been thinking about this weekend, and I want to increase the sex
play. I had never thought about feminizing you as part of our play, but
when Malik made the comment about you needing pearls or an apron,
something clicked and it seemed sexy somehow. I intentionally put you in
a blouse last weekend thinking that after dinner I would point it out to
you for effect. Even when I had you wear my pants and shaper, I truly
didn't think Malik would see them. Most men are clueless to such details.
I really expected him not to even notice you, especially the way I was
dressed. But his discovery and playful interactions were scary but
thrilling. So, after the rewards we reaped last weekend I don't want us
to fall back into a rut. I want to implement Malik's suggestion."

"I agree that last weekend was magic, but what suggestion are you talking
about?"

"He thought you'd look good in heels and hose. I think so too. Having you
be more androgynous, even feminine will make the role playing much
better. I can just imagine how he'll react. It will be like adding
gasoline to our sexual fires."

"I don't know. It seems over the top to wear something like that. I
wouldn't feel comfortable in front of anyone in a dress. It was
humiliating enough that you told him I was wearing your underwear."

"I thought of that already. I found a nice short-and-vest outfit for you
and bought all the necessary accessories. I think he'll be surprised but
he seems capable of reacting on the fly, so I think it will be fine with
him. But he's right about your legs. They will look dynamite in hose,
after they are prepped, which means I want you to shave them tomorrow
night."

I started to protest, but I knew it was futile. Also, I thought about it.
The only time my legs were exposed was when I ran, and that was early in
the morning, with long basketball shorts it would be okay. It wouldn't
take the hair too long to grow back and since they were light blonde like
my head hair, they really weren't noticeable at a distant. I made the
mental calculation that the potential sexual excitement was worth any
short-term humiliation. I had been pretty nervous about our bedroom
secret becoming known by someone else, but Malik seemed fairly safe. I
mean he was new to town, knew none of our friends, our businesses weren't
related, and we had a bit of control over him since he was our renter.
If
we had to involve someone else more in our fantasy, even if they didn't
know it, then he seemed our best bet. I imagined he would just think we
were a bit of an odd couple.

Thursday after dinner, Leanne took me to the upstairs bath and helped me
shave. To my surprise, she insisted that I shave everywhere, so soon my
body was smooth. She took great pleasure in carefully shaving my cock and
balls, leaving me with a narrow little strip of pubic hair above them.
Of
course she couldn't leave it like that, so she just announced that I
would wear my chastity device till Saturday evening. The sexual tension
had been building all night and I willingly gave her a couple of orgasms
with my tongue after she had locked me up. My throbbing cock would wait
till the weekend, which was okay as the explosive orgasms were worth the
wait.

The next day when I was getting dressed for work she gave me a little
white lace thong. She said when she bought my outfit for Saturday she
went ahead and made some other purchases of female items for me. Even
thorough it was just a plain white style I was focused on it, what other
clothes she might have gotten, and my chastity all day. Relief did not
come Friday evening either, on top of giving her two more orgasms orally;
she bluntly told me she had made an appointment in the morning for us to
get our nails done. She said that my feet were a mess; that a good
pedicure included removing calluses and rough skin as well as working on
the nails. Without a good pedicure I'd have runs in my hose within
minutes. Not knowing whether that was true or not, I didn't try to argue.

I woke with a bit of dread. The idea of going somewhere public to get a
feminine procedure like a pedicure was more than I had originally
bargained for. I almost went ballistic when she showed me what I was to
wear. The satin pink thong was okay, but she paired it with a tight pair
of Capri-style jeans and a very light pink tee shirt. That and a pair of
her beach sandals. I complained immediately, but she pointed out that the
pedicure would involve me soaking my feet, so if I wore pants they would
need to be rolled up. Shorts would show more of my shaved legs, so
capris
were a good compromise. Even as I pulled them up, I was worried. They
were very tight, had no rear pockets, and sat low on my hips. I had to
check that the thong was not visible at the top of my butt. The tee shirt
wasn't much better as it had a scoop neck and cap sleeves. She wore a
similar outfit, only in baby blue. I could tell the reversal of colors,
blue for her and pink for me, was intentional.

Luckily the shop was not close to our duplex, and it was small. Even
though it was a Saturday, we were the only customers. We each sat down in
front of a nail technician to begin the work. They soaked our feet first
while discussing the details of our services. Leanne had long
fingernails
and wanted her normal dark pink color. It was pretty straight-forward for
her. But for me, she detailed that my feet needed the full treatment.
She
was a bit concerned that my fingernails were too short, but the girl
insisted she'd make them look nice. That was a bit of relief, because I
definitely didn't want any extensions. Leanne had told me that we would
just get mine shaped and buffed. The tech said if I really wanted them to
look nice, she would need to polish the nails. Short nails needed that
extra pop to be attractive.

I immediately disagreed. But she seemed to realize who was calling the
shots and talked to Leanne, telling her that she could put a narrow white
band on the tip of each nail and coat the entire nail with a light
pearlescent polish that would be pretty but subtle. She recommended a
pearl color with just a hint of pink. Although Leanne promised me I
wouldn't get polish, she readily accepted the girl's recommendation. I
was mad but also worried. She said I would just have to live with it
through the weekend. That was code to me, that she wanted Malik to see me
more feminized. The throbbing of my cock in its cage ended my
resistance.
The whole process only took about 30 minutes once they started.  I was
amazed at how soft the pedicure made my feet and the nails did look nice
when they finished. I just hoped no one I knew saw me going home. My
relief when I entered our house was immense.

We spent the rest of the day getting our house clean and prepping food.
Leanne had decided that we would eat at our small Parisian style café
table. It was a bit higher than our dining room table, with two high back
chairs. It was really designed for two, providing a cozy, romantic
dinner
setting, especially with the flower center piece. But she persuaded me
that I could sit on a bar stool at the side closest to the kitchen. That
way I could easily get up to serve and clear. It was obvious that she was
going to fuel the idea that Malik was her lover and I was just a
domestic
servant tonight.  Finally it was late afternoon and time to start getting
ready. We both took a quick shower; she kept her hair dry but had me
wash
mine. She intended to style it so it looked femininely to match my
outfit. I got out and shaved my face while she finished. I was stunned
when she came out of the shower. She had shaved her pussy totally smooth.
I had longed for her to do that and tonight I would get to kiss and
taste
her in a way I never had before. I thought my cock would explode in the
chastity device.

As we dried off, she sat me down and put very small rollers in my hair.
I sat under her hair dryer while she began to do her makeup and get
dressed. She was only wearing a small sheer G-string in white. Her dress
was also white, very short, tight, in a thin spandex fabric, and had a
tube top that molded to her breasts. Without a bra, the dress clung to
her curves and looked like it was painted on them. She curled her hair
with a curling iron so it fell in soft waves to her bare shoulders. She
used just subtle makeup, her long lashes complimented her green eyes, and
the thick dark pink lipstick glowed sexuality. Her only decorations were
some large gold hoop earrings and the gold chain with my key. It
snuggled
in between her breasts, teasing me with how close my release was. I was
amazed at how hot she could look and wished we could fast forward through
the evening to get into bed.

After she finished dressing, she checked my curlers. They were dry enough
for me to start dressing. She handed me a small black lace thong. By now
I was used to them and actually liked how they cupped my chastity
device.
The pantyhose were next. She had chosen a smoky gray color that shimmered
due to a hint of spandex in the nylon weave. She rolled them up and put
them on my legs, having me point my toes as she guided them up. The hose
were extremely sheer and bare, with no toe or heel guard and only a thin
waistband, being a sheer-to-waist style. I didn't tell her but the silky
feel as she slid them up my legs was magic. That and how they snug they
held me was totally unexpected. She then picked up a bodysuit type
garment. It was nude with black lace overlay and lace trim on the straps
and the built in bra cups.

"Leanne, what is this? I didn't think I was going to wear anymore of your
lingerie?"

"You're not silly! This is something I bought for you. It is one of the
sexy Spanx shapers. Although the pantyhose feel snug now, as you wear
them they will stretch. They will tend to sag and droop.  Wearing a tight
shaper over them will keep everything in place. Besides, the vest and
shorts are a bit see-through so you need a little more coverage."

I reluctantly stepped into the garment and she pulled it up, positioning
the straps over my arms on my shoulders. She reached into the garment bag
and brought out a couple of small silicon pads. I recognized them as
breast pads. She slipped one into each cup, moving them until they
settled in place.

"The shaper is an A-cup, but even though you have some breast tissue, you
need some help to fill them out. This won't be too noticeable, but will
make everything look nice and rounded."

Looking down I thought they were more noticeable than what she indicated.
Leanne smiled to herself, as she saw me check out my padded bust. I was
right, they were noticeable, because the pads were for a B-cup, as were
the cups on the shaper. Like a lot of things, she knew I would not
question her if she just said something about a subject I was not
familiar with, even if it didn't look correct.

Next she took out a dark grey crocheted pair of shorts. Slipping them up
my legs, she positioned it at my waist and tied them using the ribbon
that served as the belt. A similar designed vest was next; it tied at the
front with 3 small ribbons. They were both very snug on my body. I could
see in the mirror that the shorts extended barely below my butt, and
were
not lined. The vest had widely spaced opening in the knitting, a deep v-
neckline, and rather large arm openings. The bodysuit shaper was very
visible through both items.

When she had mentioned a short and vest outfit earlier, I immediately
thought of a set she had worn before; it had Bermuda length shorts and
the full coverage vest, both in a small floral print cotton fabric. I
wanted to protest that this was too see-through, too lacey, not what I
had in mind at all, but I knew it was too late at this point. She
completed the outfit with a pair of ankle strap heels also in a metallic
gray. They had a narrow strap that crossed right behind my toes, and even
with the hose, my white tipped toenails were visible.  The heels seemed
a
bit higher than the pumps I wore last weekend, but with a few practice
walks around the room I felt comfortable.  I sat back down at her vanity
as she asked. She took out some makeup and was looking at my face. I
looked at her questioningly and I saw she understood.

"Lewis, I just want to put a little touch of cosmetics on your face. I've
curled your hair and it will look slightly feminine, so I think your
face
needs something too. I will just put a little eye shadow, some mascara,
highlight your eyebrows and give your lips a touch of color. The eye
shadow is a smoky color I picked to match your hose and the lipstick is a
pearly pink that will go well with your nail polish. Just sit still and
let me do my work, we don't have much time now, and Malik is due here in
a few minutes."

She quickly and efficiently made up my face, undid the curlers and teased
out the curls. My face and hair looked really feminine and totally
matched my outfit. I had to admit I looked pretty cute, especially for a
guy, but realizing I would soon be seen this way by another man made me
blush. Leanne saw me and laughed.

"You ready for your debut?  I think Malik is going to like what he sees.
I'm warning you, I will tease you a bit about your appearance in
comparison to him. I want to build that fire that we felt last week. So
keep in mind, that my comments are just fantasy-based. I love you and
would not hurt you in any way. We are going to play this game to the
fullest. If you feel humiliated, just channel it inside and it will come
out when are alone together later."

She squeezed my hands and we rubbed noses. I wanted a kiss, but our
lipstick would smear and I knew it would have to wait until Malik left.
We headed downstairs and I had just finished mixing the drinks when the
doorbell rang. Leanne went and opened it, letting Malik in. I swallowed
hard, trying to steel myself for his first look at me, hoping this wasn't
a big mistake.  I put the drinks on a tray and stepped out to greet him,
as Leanne shut the door. I could see his eyes focused on her, taking in
her tight curves.

"Honey don't you look delicious. I didn't think you could top that pretty
pink dress from last week, but this one looks even better. You make me
weak seeing you like this. Leanne, you're just blazing hot."

He took her hands, kissed each one, and pulled her closer to kiss her
cheek. I could feel my emotions start to boil; I just hoped I could
handle this. As I moved a step closer, my heels made a clicking on the
hardwood floor of the foyer. He heard me, and turned to look.  A wide
grin spread across his face. I could see he held a flat package in his
hand, topped with a red ribbon.  His eyes went up and down my body,
taking in my appearance, his smile growing wider.

"Well I see Leanne isn't the only pretty one in the house tonight. I was
hoping you might have taken my suggestions last week. I couldn't have
been more correct. Your legs are great looking. I must admit I hadn't
expected you to be so fem looking, but I can't argue that it doesn't suit
you. I assume those drinks are for us?"

Taking two drinks off the tray, he gave one to Leanne, took her by the
arm and headed back to the den. I was left with no option but to take my
drink and follow. He led her to the couch, where he sat down, and then
pulled her down to sit close so she was right up against him.  As I
entered the room after them he looked me up and down again. Raising his
drink, he indicated that he wanted to make a toast.

"Here's to my new friends, you've made we feel welcome in so many ways
and here's hoping that we continue to develop our special bonds."

We lifted our drinks and took a sip. The tone and words of his toast made
me even more nervous than I had expected to be. As we lowered our
drinks,
he looked at me again.

"Do a little spin for me, I want to see your whole outfit."

Embarrassed, I slowly turned around. As I finished he motioned me to
repeat the turn and then told me to come closer. Placing his left hand on
my right leg, he slowly moved it up to the edge of my shorts, and then
back down.

"My, my, that feels so sexy. I love the feel of nylons on a pretty leg. I
see you've got another pair of heels too. I appreciate your effort to
please me. You two make a guest feel very special; wearing heels, hose
and a pretty dress just for me. I hope your wife doesn't mind you
borrowing them"

"I'm not wearing a dress, these are shorts."

As soon as I said it I felt stupid. Did it really matter? I was standing
there in front of him, dressed as femininely as possible, the fact that I
had lace shorts on rather than a dress was not real important. I heard
Leanne giggle.

"Yes, he was nervous about wearing a dress, so I told him he could wear
shorts tonight. But those are his. I decided it wasn't fair for him to
have to borrow mine. All the clothes he is wearing are his."

"I see, so the pantyhose and pretty lingerie under his shorts and vest,
those are his too? I guess he wanted to be fully accessorized for his
debut. I noticed he seems to be walking a bit more confidently in his
heels too. I guess it comes pretty naturally to some."

As he spoke he moved his hand up my leg, slipping under the edge of my
shorts. I could feel his hand caressing my butt through the lace shaper.
He ran a finger under the edge of it, tracing the line up and down my
ass. Although it was strange to have someone else touch me, it gave me
electric shocks. But I could also feel my face turning a bright red.  I
tried to step back a bit, but he kept his hand firmly gripped on my ass,
so I kept still. As he resumed moving his hand, he turned his attention
back to Leanne.  He put his drink down on the table, and smoothly slid
his right hand along the top of her breast, dipping into her cleavage to
grasp the gold chain with the key. Pulling it slightly, it forced her to
lean toward him so the chain wouldn't break.

"I notice you wore this same necklace last weekend too. The key is shiny,
but seems too realistic to be jewelry. This is a real key, a key for a
real lock. What are you keeping under lock and key?"

I was stunned by this move. He had blatantly touched her breasts, while
he grabbed the key. As he spoke my heart seemed to stop. Malik was
obviously more observant than we had expected. I could see the shock in
Leanne's eyes as well. This evening had quickly taken a turn we hadn't
expected and she was a bit unnerved. His question had caught her off
guard, and I could see her struggling to find a believable answer. As she
hesitated, he pulled the necklace a bit more, putting her face almost
touching his.

"What lock is so special that a woman wears the key on her necklace all
the time?"

I saw her blink, her face a blank. She was caught and didn't know what to
do. Her mind was racing with no real answer, but the truth. So to stop
his withering gaze, she blurted it out.

"It is a key for Lewis's chastity device. I lock him up on occasion."

Malik smiled broadly and turned to me, still holding Leanne close to his
face. I could see his eyes glance at the round little mound, where my
cock should be, highlighted by the tight crochet shorts. He slid his left
hand around the edge of the shorts and then grabbed the mound through my
shaper and hose. I could feel his fingers exploring the edge, feeling
the
hardness of the metal cup through the fabric.

"Well that explains one thing. Last week and tonight, I could plainly see
a little mound highlighted by his clothes, rather than the outline of a
cock, even a small white cock; it looked more like a pussy. So you let
Leanne lock you up? That can make for some fun sex play."

I couldn't think of anything to say or do. I stood there stunned with a
face burning red. Turning to face Leanne again, he smiled.

"So is this the only key?  Normally little locks come with two, do you
keep the other here in case you lose this one?"

Befuddled by the turn of events and a bit embarrassed by his sudden
intimate knowledge of our practices, she boldly answered him. She wanted
him to know that he was not holding the only key.

"No, we put the other key in our safe box at the bank. That way we always
know where the spare is and it is protected."

Satisfied, he slipped his hand out from my shorts and moved to the back
of her neck. Releasing the pressure on the necklace slightly, he quickly
unhooked the clasp and pulled it off Leanne's neck. Glancing at me, he
slid it in his pocket, while he kept her close to him with the other
hand.

"Well enforced chastity can be a wonderful sex enhancer. But it works
best when the key holder is outside the couple. What is the longest
Leanne has kept you under lock and key?"

My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. All I could think about was
him putting the key in his pocket, and how he was holding Leanne so
closely to him. I swallowed weakly and softly answered.

"A few days at most, it is not a big part of our routine."

"A few days, I guess you're really ready to come after that. But those
feelings of frustration, anticipation, and anxiety can really build with
a longer period of chastity. After a longer period of confinement the
sexual release can be much more explosive. Maybe we should try that. Part
of the excitement of being locked up is the loss of control and not
knowing when release will come.  I now have the control here, at least
until the banks open on Monday."

With that, he turned back to Leanne and pulling her in closer, kissed her
fully on the lips. It was a shock at first, and she gave a bit of jerk
as
if to pull away. But the pressure of his hand and his soft lips lured her
to stay and they exchanged a deep French kiss. Finally releasing her, he
turned back to me. Taking the present off his lap, he gave it to me. I
was standing there stunned, not believing he now had my chastity key,
that he had just kissed my wife in front of me, and was so calm and cool
about it. I took the present almost as if I didn't know what else to do.
He indicated that I should open it.

Looking down, I pulled off the ribbon, lifted the lid and took out the
item inside. It was fabric, and opening the folds I could see what it
was. It was an apron, red with black hearts printed over it, and black
lace trim on the halter top and hem. Across the bodice was a script
version of 'I Love Lucy'. I held it up, both puzzled and embarrassed by
it. Leanne had begun to recover from the shock of losing the key. She
knew we had another one and decided that Malik's actions would only make
things hotter. The kiss was a surprise, but she liked it. If she had her
way, they would continue to tease me and then I would spend tonight and
tomorrow with my head between her legs and using the black dildo to work
her to orgasm after orgasm. She decided to get back in the game.

"Oh how nice, it is a pretty apron. It really has that fifties housewife
look. Are you a fan of the Lucy shows? They were hilarious at the time."

"Not really, I prefer raw, cutting edge comedy. But I was looking for a
nice apron for Lewis. I mean I felt sort of responsible for his getting
his black slacks stained that first week he cooked for me. In a way, I
thought he wound up wearing your clothes because of me. When I saw this
at the store, it seemed perfect. When I had been here before, he acted
like an innocent housewife, intent on impressing her guest through her
cooking and how nice everything looked. But it also suggested a solution
to a problem I had with him. My best friend growing up was also named
Lewis. He was a rough and tumble guy, someone who wasn't afraid to try
anything and who would fight you in a second if you crossed him. Nothing
personal, but your husband just didn't seem to deserve the name. When I
saw the apron, it gave me an idea. Maybe his name ought to be Lucy rather
than Lewis. Now that I've seen him in his sexy little outfit, the not-a-
dress-but-shorts-outfit, I know I made the right choice. So, put it on
for me Lucy. Let's see how you look in a pretty little apron."

Leanne burst out laughing, and looked at Malik. Grinning she stood up to
help me put on the apron, spinning me around so she could tie the strings
into a big bow in back. I was totally confused. I thought she would be
scared, worried and a bit outraged at how controlling Malik had become.
And to top it off, he was now suggesting I be called Lucy. It was too
much. But when Leanne got up and tied me into it, I didn't know what to
do. Standing there, I just looked at her. Smiling she stepped back to
check me out.

"That is totally darling. I couldn't agree more Malik; he definitely
needs a new name. Lucy is perfect. I've always wanted a nice little
housewife. Now that we've put him in an apron, I can work on that. I
assume you'll keep the key for us? It will be easier to extend his time
locked up, if I can't give in to his whining. I'll talk to you about a
suitable arrangement for how and when you return the key. For now, let's
just enjoy the show and the wonderful dinner my little Lucy has
prepared."

She laughed and offered Malik her hand. Standing up, she led him to the
table and indicated that I should start serving. Sitting intimately at
the romantic table, they enjoyed the delicious gourmet meal I had
prepared. Malik made it clear from the start that I wouldn't be sitting
at the table with them. Instead he suggested I stand and eat off the
sideboard serving table that was adjacent to their table. I wore the
apron in the kitchen, but slipped it off while we ate. Wearing only the
open-weave crochet outfit seemed almost like wearing nothing.

I felt totally humiliated by how the evening was going. However, Leanne
loved how he took charge. She was getting wetter and hotter with every
turn. She imagined how I was straining in my little prison and how my
mind was tortured by the loss of the key. She was content knowing it
would be all unlocked on Monday and so relaxed to enjoy my torment. She
knew I would translate that angst into sexual release for her. She also
was bathing in the attention from Malik. He was a younger man, a handsome
man, and a man who exuded confidence. That he found her so attractive
was
complimenting to her. She thought that a little foreplay between them
would only stoke my fires, especially if I had to wait two more days to
release them. So, she didn't resist his overtures. The stroking of her
cheek, the lean in to exchange a kiss, or the feel of his hands along her
thigh or waist, all these made her hotter and me more tense.

Malik's mind was also racing. He had been on edge ever since he came to
look at the apartment for rent. The place seemed perfect and he also got
the distinct impression that the owner, Leanne, found him attractive. She
was extremely friendly the first time he looked and when he returned for
a final check through and to sign the papers, she was wearing a tight
shirt and small shorts. She had a lovely body with a round ass and small
but perky breasts. Malik had learned early on to judge people not just by
what they said, but also by how they said it and the subtle body clues
they gave off. This woman found him attractive and desperately wanted him
to rent their place. She also knew she had a nice body and took special
measures to emphasize her breasts. He got the feeling she made them more
noticeable because in reality she wanted them to be bigger; so he would
remember to pay attention to them. That would make her like him even
more.

The feeling of attraction continued when he met the husband, Lewis, after
he moved in. Leanne gave off vibes that she wanted him. Lewis on the
other hand was a bit shocked and nervous when they met. Malik could tell
that something, likely his race, was making the man nervous, not in a
racist sort of way, but more of an intimidation factor. He sensed the
husband had a submissive nature. A nature that his wife was working to
enhance, deliberately portraying the husband's cooking as a domestic
role. The offer for dinner was not unexpected, since he thought the woman
had some ulterior motive.

That first dinner gave him more clues about them. He had decided to be a
bit aggressive in approaching Leanne and to throw out a dismissive barb
at her husband, cloaked as a joke. Lewis was embarrassed and a little
angered by the so-called-joke, but Leanne loved it. Malik knew then that
she wanted to further subdue her husband. He suspected they were using
him to stoke some sort of sexual game.

The second dinner quickly confirmed his analysis. When the husband opened
the door, Malik could see immediately that he was wearing women's
clothes. Many men would not have seen the clues, but Malik had worked in
a clothing store during college. He knew right away that the top was a
woman's blouse, from the button locations, the cut of the shoulders, and
the small print pattern. The pants looked like women's wear as well. Men
just didn't wear skinny ankle gripping pants like that; later seeing the
side zipper waist opening clinched that diagnosis. His other suspicions
were confirmed during the course of evening. Again, he threw out a loaded
comment to see how the Reece's would react. The wife did as he expected,
taking the opening to further feminize the husband in front of him. Why
else would she have told him that the pants were indeed hers and that she
had forced Lewis to wear something as overly feminine as a control
garment as well? The pumps were the clincher. The submissive nature of
the man was now fully established.

But Malik also gained clues from Leanne's appearance. Again she wore
overtly sexual clothing emphasizing her boobs. But nestled between them
was an odd piece of jewelry, a small key on a chain. He'd seen keys that
represented love, usually with a matching lock on another chain, but they
were representations of keys. This looked to be a real operational key;
there were even small scratches where it had been inserted and turned in
a lock. What would she be locking up? As the evening wore on, he spotted
it. The skin tight pants would have highlighted any man's genitals, even
if they were small. There was a pronounced bulge in Lewis's pants, but it
was an ovoid shape, symmetrical without the lumps or protrusions that
testicles and penis make. It looked like his genitals had been hidden in
or under something; maybe something like a chastity device. That fit
perfectly with his analysis of the couple using him for a private sexual
boost.

Now that he had that established what would he do with the knowledge? He
decided to push the edge a bit to see how the couple would react. He gave
Lewis an order, sat close to Leanne, and generally took control. While
Lewis was in the kitchen, Malik started hitting on Leanne, leaning in,
being suggestive in his language, accidentally brushing her boobs, or
making a show of looking at them before gazing back into her eyes. She
reacted positively to all of it. She was a natural flirt and the
attention he gave her breasts was well received by her.  By the end of
the evening he had a plan, in mind. He would research it over the next
week; he confidently invited himself back for the next dinner, even
changing the night just to prove he could.

By the time Malik knocked on their door for the third dinner, he had
worked out his plan for success. Just like his day trades, he had learned
as much as he could to be prepared. First, he searched online for
chastity devices that might look like the profile that Lewis showed. The
one he found that looked like the best match had a metal cup that was
ovoid in shape and would look smooth under clothes. If this was the
model, he was in luck, because it was well made and would be difficult to
get out of without the key. In case Leanne was a little slow to push
Lewis, Malik wanted to put him in something feminine himself, an apron
would be perfect. He looked online till he found something suitable, the
50's housewife look. He had noticed that some of the aprons featured
Lucille Ball, an icon for that era. That gave him the idea to not only
give Lewis a new feminine item, but to rename him, if possible. He made
up a story that would support the name change. He had decided that Leanne
wanted Lewis to be submissive and it looked like feminizing him was her
strategy If so, providing him with an apron, a universal sign of both
femininity and submissiveness, and a girl's name would be well received
by her.

Malik also found out about Lewis's job; his boss, what he did and what
the company produced. Lewis was what he appeared to be, a middle level
administrator in a small local company. In a lucky coincidence, Joe
Simons, the owner of the company had approached the firm where Malik
worked for investment advice. He had originally been assigned to another
broker because he only wanted to invest a limited amount of funds; Malik
had started getting assigned bigger investors because of his success. But
Malik had been able to trade a larger more lucrative account to get
assigned Mr. Simons' account. He might make less money, but his odds with
the Reeces' would increase tremendously if he had leverage, real or just
perceived, on Lewis through his company. As Leanne opened the door that
night, Malik started his operation.

Looking at her, he was pleased that she continued to dress so
provocatively and that she was wearing the key.  He was overjoyed at how
Lewis was dressed. Leanne was literally forcing him to be feminine in
front of Malik. Malik saw the embarrassment in his face as well as the
gleam in Leanne's eyes indicating she loved seeing her husband squirm.
The presence of the chastity device was also confirmed quickly. Leanne
snuggled close to Malik as they sat down, giving him more encouragement.
By the time, he had directed Lewis around, and fondled his leg and ass,
Malik was almost certain that he was going to succeed. That gave him the
courage to pull the key maneuver. It worked better than he had dreamed
possible. Not only did she tell him about the chastity device, she also
confirmed that the only key accessible that weekend was in his hand. By
the time, he pulled her close to kiss her, Malik knew that all the phases
of his plan would work. Even Leanne's initial resistance to his kiss
seemed almost scripted for Lewis; her tongue plunged into his mouth as if
she were starving. She quickly became a co-conspirator, pushing Lewis,
now Lucy, further into a feminized submissive role. However, Malik knew
Leanne's secret. He saw it in her eyes when he grabbed the key. As much
as she wanted to dominate Lewis, she also craved someone controlling her.
That would happen, but just not tonight. Tonight he needed to get the
couple to the point where it could all be tied together tomorrow. He
would allow her one more night to think she was pulling the strings.

The dinner was now complete, and I wanted to clean up and get back to the
kitchen. The evening had been a tug of war between my sexual arousal of
being humiliated and dominated and the agony of watching my wife flirt
with a man; now the sexual tension was becoming unbearable. I had been
able to convince myself that the kisses shared between my wife and Malik
were meaningless, done just to ratchet up our lust. But it was still hard
to watch and the heels, shaper and cosmetics were becoming more annoying
with every minute. I don't know how women stand it. What was even worse
was how Malik seemed to find a new button to push every minute. I just
wanted to speed everything up; the idea of waiting till Monday to be
release was playing in all my thoughts. I was just getting ready to clear
the table, but now Malik wanted something else.

"Lucy, you've been flashing that pretty little lace shaper all evening,
how about slipping out of your manly shorts to let me see it fully? I
think it would be cute to see how your new apron would look just wrapped
over your lingerie and hose."

"That's a great idea, Malik. Lucy you do as he says. I know you were
eager to wear your new sexy shaper tonight. Let him see how good it looks
on you."

I looked at her with disbelieve. I know she was teasing me purposely to
increase my humiliation so she would receive the benefits later, but she
no longer even winked at me to signal she was playing a game. Plus, he
would not know what was true from what was fantasy. But I felt I had no
other choice, so I stood by the table and slowly untied the bows that
held the vest together. Sliding it off my arms I put it on the couch and
then turned to slip the crochet shorts down my legs. I did manage to
angle myself so that my butt was not in full view as I bent over, but I
had some trouble with the shorts catching on my heels as I tried to step
out of them. They both laughed at my struggle.

"Leanne, I think you might want to invest in skirts for Lucy from now on.
Now that he has made his point tonight with his shorts, it might be
easier for him to just wear dresses when he feels the need to show off
his legs. You do look very cute in that lacey shaper. Turn around let me
see your butt. Nice. Just one more request. Leanne indicated that she
locked you up in a chastity device and asked me to hold the key. Why
don't you let me see it, so I can appreciate the value of this request?"

I was dumbfounded. He expected me to undress and show him my bound
genitals? I glanced at Leanne but she just smiled bigger, as if she was
an innocent bystander to this whole evening. I knew I either had to come
up with an excuse or go ahead. I thought momentarily, but had no reason
not to show him. Defeated, I bowed my head and started to slip the straps
off my shoulder. I heard Leanne giggle and saw her shake her head no.

"Lucy, you don't need to take it off. Just reach down between your legs;
the crotch has two snaps you can release to pull up the bottom so you can
get to your hose and panties. Malik, please understand, Lucy is new to
girls clothes. She has a lot to learn about the intricacies and
subtleties of her new fashions. Sometimes I think it is true what they
say about blondes being ditzy. Lucy seems as if he needs everything
spelled out for her."

I was starting to get mad now, but did as she suggested. Undoing the
snaps, I pulled the panty part of the shaper up to my waist. I slipped my
hands under the waistband of the pantyhose and pushed it down, below my
crotch, so that it was tight across my thighs. I could feel my face flush
as I pulled the thong down to where the hose were sitting. I was smooth
everywhere, but the narrow little strip of hair right above my chastity
device. My cock was fully hidden by the metal chastity cup over it, but
my small balls were visible, squeezed out between the cup and the metal
ring behind it. The lock hung down between them symbolizing how I had
surrendered my control over my own sex organ. I would have never imagined
having to do something so embarrassing in front of anyone let alone a
man
I barely knew.

I looked up to see Leanne, covering her mouth with her hand, trying to
stifle a giggle. I must have looked ridiculous. I know I felt that way.
Malik merely stared at me silently appraising my chastity bound cock for
a moment before speaking. Not showing any emotions, he was wildly
celebrating inside. The chastity device was the exact model he had seen
on the internet, a solid quite functional design. Knowing that Lewis
could truly be controlled was the final piece of information he needed to
implement his plan. Clearing his throat, Malik questioned the humiliated
husband in front of him.

"Nice job Leanne. He looks all locked up. I assume that it helps that he
has a small cock. That would make the job much easier. Exactly how small
are you Lucy?"

That comment was like a slap to my face; I had never considered myself to
be small there, only average, so I let him know that.

"I'm more average in size than small, but I've never really measured
myself."

"I can't believe that Leanne hasn't put a tape measure to it. I would
have thought at least you would have measured it Lucy, with your
inventory background. Maybe that's why you think it is an average size.
From what I can see, it appears to be well below average. Average cock
size for white males is 5.5 to 6 inches when erect. Black males are
bigger naturally, averaging 7 to 7.5 inches when hard. Of course cock
sizes are smaller when soft. So a small white man would be about 4 inches
hard and around 2 inches soft. It looks like your device is close to 2
inches, so I'm pretty sure you are in the small category. We can settle
this some other time since Leanne should know how you stack up against
other, real men. But I've seen enough now. Go ahead and pull your panties
up and get dressed again. I think you still have some chores to do. I
want to spend some more time with your wife."

I did as he said, my mind racing and my anger about to boil over. I
couldn't believe how he had insulted me and Leanne had said nothing to
defend me. I quickly got dressed, pulling up my panties, hose and re-
snapping the shaper. I slipped on that damn apron he had given me and
started cleaning up. It was hard not to be mad, and I was almost stomping
around in my heels so they would realize that. But they both seemed
oblivious to me. They sat close together and I could see him being quite
aggressive with her, as they exchanged some kissing and he fondled her. I
was about to call it quits as I put away the last dish into the washer,
when he stood up. Holding her hand, Malik brought Leanne to the kitchen
where I stood nervously, tottering in my heels.

"This has been a very interesting and entertaining evening, but I'm
afraid I need to be going now. I have a lunch meeting tomorrow with a new
client, Joe Simons. He's the CEO of a local company and wants me to
handle his investments. However, I would like to get in some running in
the morning. Leanne told me you like to run too, so how about you meet me
tomorrow morning, say 7:30. So Lucy, just wait on the steps for me.
Leanne, do you run too?"

"No I'm not into running, but I do work out at an exercise club, three
times a week. I take dance and aerobic classes."

"Well I guess you have something that Lucy can run in tomorrow? I want
him to continue to express his new femininity. Something on the order of
a tank top, tight shorts, and a lacy thong would be okay."

"Malik, you think of everything. I will have him ready for his run
tomorrow."

With that, he leaned in and kissed her once more, slowly running one hand
down from her waist to grip her ass, while the other slipped upward to
fondle her left breast. I was beyond humiliation and just stood there,
looking down at the floor. Hearing that Malik was meeting with the CEO of
my company had elevated my worries. The whole night had seen our sexual
fantasy take a much more realistic turn than I could have ever foreseen
or desired. Now Malik was threatening to take it beyond a fantasy. I'm
sure he knew that Mr. Simons ran the company I worked for, or he wouldn't
have mentioned it. Add to that the nervousness about running in public
in
Leanne's gear. Now I had that to worry about as well as the temporary
loss of my prized key. Leanne showed him to the door, and then turned to
me. Her face was beaming and she had a sexual lust in her eyes.

"Oh god Lewis, I need you so badly. This has been such a turn on tonight
I practically came a couple of times, just watching you and him. Malik
knows how to push things, not to mention he is a really good kisser. But
what I want now more than anything is the sweet touch of your mouth and
tongue on me. I need to come."

She reached behind her, unzipped her dress, and let it drop to the floor.
I could see that her little G-string was soaked, and her thighs were
shiny with the excitement running down her leg. She came to me and kissed
me roughly and she pushed me down to a kneeling position in front of
her.
I pulled down her panty and began to kiss and lick her smooth lips and
pussy. It was as if I had never tasted her before. I couldn't get enough
and she came almost as soon as I started. She held my face tightly into
her pussy as she came, her legs trembling. As she released her hold on my
head, she took my hand and we went upstairs.

Grabbing the large black dildo, she told me to strip. It felt like such a
relief to get out of the tight feminine clothes. My cock was throbbing
in
its prison; it seemed to make it much harder, knowing that my release was
no longer under our control. Once I was nude she laid me back on the
bed,
straddled my face with her thighs and told me to lick. As I worked my
tongue on her pussy and down to the curve where her ass met her legs, she
began to fuck herself with the dildo. Lying beneath her seeing that dark
piston plunging into her, releasing the lust, made me both horny and
scared; I couldn't help but visualize Malik taking the role of the dildo,
taking the role of the man in our sexual life. The pent up energy we had
been building all evening led her to massive orgasms, but they hardly
satisfied her. Not until she had come six times in less than two hours
did she appear to be sated. My cock strained in its prison, leaking pre-
cum and throbbing as I ate her. For me, it just built my sexual
frustration and tension, wondering about how I could survive until Monday
without releasing this energy.

We were both worn out, so she set the alarm for the morning and we
cuddled together. She whispered how she had never been so horny in her
life and that I had brought her to another level of sexual satisfaction.
She whispered that Malik thought he was so hot, but while she kissed and
flirted with him, all her thoughts were on me and our rendezvous later.
She also consoled me that on Monday she would make my wait worthwhile,
even suggesting that I call in sick so she could release me as soon as
the bank opened.

The alarm startled us both, but Leanne was quick to give me some orders.
She wanted me to take a shower to wash off our sex and the leftover
makeup, then shave, but keep my hair dry.  I did as she asked thinking I
had never cleaned up to run before. When I was finished, she handed me a
nude lacy thong. With that firmly wrapping my imprisoned cock, I sat down
at her vanity as she indicated. She began to put some curl in my hair,
supplementing the ones that had survived from last night. I tried to
protest, but she shushed me. Telling me she wanted to deliver a sexy
little running mate for Malik. I could tell she was already developing a
sexual tension. After she was happy with my curls, she applied a small
amount of waterproof mascara, a touch of eye shadow and the shiny pink
lipstick that matched my nails. I protested again, but she ignored me. I
could tell she had planned this and I fully expected that when I returned
I would find myself kneeling between her legs.

From her dresser she brought out a racer back tank top with a built in
bra. It fit tightly over my chest and again she ignored my protests as
she slipped the silicon breast pads into the cups. Stepping back she
smiled as she liked what she saw so far. Turning back to the dresser, she
rifled through her exercise clothes for a moment, until she found the
bottom she liked. Holding it out for me, I stepped into it, and she
pulled it up my legs. As she adjusted it, I noticed it was pair of tight
shorts, with no legs, but with an attached skirt. It had a yellow trim
around the waist and down the sides that matched the yellow in the flower
pattern of the top. I really protested this, saying I won't run in
public
in a skirt. I was about to pull it down, when she reached under it and
grabbed my chastity cup. Looking me in the eye, she said I should do as
she wants, unless I want her to wait till next week to get the key from
the bank. I was surprised, but resigned myself to her demands. She
finished the outfit off with a pair of her sneakers with bright yellow,
pink and green colors that matched the colors in the floral pattern of
the top.

I felt totally humiliated as I left to sit on the porch steps. My only
consolation was that it was early for a Sunday and few would be out at
this time. I was a bit relieved that Malik was not already waiting so I
sat down. The occasional car driving by made me nervous and as I waited,
the time began to pass. I kept looking at my watch as it crept toward 8
o'clock, but still no Malik. I began to worry that I had indeed missed
him, and he had left without me. Just as I was about to go inside, I
heard him come out. Smiling he looked at me as I stood up.

"Well aren't you sweet looking. Good morning, Lucy, I see your wife has
taken my instructions to heart. You ready to parade your sissy status
around for everyone? Although, I must admit you look so feminine, few
will realize you're actually a boy under that skirt."

As he talked, he came over and adjusted my skirt, pulling it down a bit.
he then grabbed, the back of my thong, pulling it up so that the waist
band was above my skirted shorts. He positioned it so that the lace was
fairly visible at the back and sides. Slapping my ass, he told me to
start jogging, he would follow. As we started I could almost feel him
looking at me, the skirt dancing around my smooth legs as we went down
the street. When we got to the turnoff to go to the park where I normally
ran, he told me to go on down the street. That meant I was to keep
running where more people might see me. We went past several businesses
and houses, where activity was starting to increase, and even past a
church were early attendees gave me some odd glances. Reaching a small
commercial intersection, I had to stop to wait for the light. Malik came
up behind me and whispered to me that I need to adjust my thong; he
wanted me to pull up the waistband a little more. As we returned to
jogging I felt dejected. It was as if he was parading me around as proof
that he controlled me. Finally we got back to the house. It had been a
stressful run, not from the exertion standpoint, but from an emotional
one. As we started I was sure everyone would stare and laugh, but the
glances I got were more admiring. It was almost more embarrassing that I
was seen as an actual girl rather than a sissy. Malik was right. I looked
so feminine as to be passable. That hurt my male pride more than if
people had seen me as a sissy.

The relaxing jog had been just what Malik needed. He was totally
surprised by how feminine Lewis had been when he saw him sitting on the
steps. It made him feel powerful to know that Leanne was so intent on
pleasing him, that she had basically sacrificed her husband's
masculinity. But the boy was cute in the skirt and padded top. She had
done just enough with his makeup and hair, as to make him look very
passable. It really helped that his long legs looked so hot in the short
little jogging skirt. He had intended to pull up the thong, so Lewis
would be showing some really identifiable feminine article of clothing.
But with the skirt it seemed almost excessive. Malik did stick to his
plan to run down the road. He knew there were at least a half dozen
security cameras that would capture Lewis as he pranced along on his run,
including one at the bank where his firm had connections. Malik's luck
continued when they were stopped at the light, so the traffic camera
would fully record the cute little hottie adjusting her thong. But now
that they were done, he needed to finish the charade and make this
arrangement more permanent.

"Lucy come on inside and have some water with me. That was a good run. I
can see you are in good shape. Get us two waters from the fridge and
bring them into my living room."

I was hesitant to follow him into the duplex, but knew I had few choices.
I was trapped until Monday, and decided that since I had made it through
the public gauntlet that things couldn't get worse. I brought the water
into the room.

"Good girl, now do me a favor and strip off that pretty little skirt and
sexy panties. I want to get a closer look at your chastity device."

I did as he ordered, leaving the damp clothes on the floor, as I stood
there in front of him. Slightly embarrassed, I took a drink of water. He
rose off the couch, and walked around me once, continuing until he stood
behind me. He told me to put my hands back behind me in a matter of fact
tone. I had become used to doing as he said, so I complied. I felt him
grab my hand and he put my thumb in a small cuff, clicking it shut; I
knew the feeling, because Leanne and I had a pair like this. My other
thumb was soon locked up as well, so my hands were securely fastened
behind me.  Stepping back in front of me, he was holding a small black
lock in one hand. He held it up for me to see.

"Seen this type of lock before Lucy? It is a very secure design, built of
titanium; very hard to cut or break. It is built by Master-Lock and is
very appealing to me, and perfect for this situation. The black color and
the large M on the front are perfect symbols for our relationship. You
see I couldn't let this opportunity pass by. I mean to be able to have a
sissy slave to do as I say, plus his beautiful wife as well. I've always
wanted to cuckold someone. I mean what young black man wouldn't want to
own a submissive white couple. But don't worry, you'll be treated fairly
and will experience sexual desires like you've never expected. You'll
just have to surrender whatever male pride Leanne has left you as part of
the price. But if you do as I tell you, everything will be fine."

As he spoke, Malik took our key, still on the gold chain, and unlocked
the small brass lock on my chastity device. He then smoothly slipped his
lock through the hasp and clicked it shut. Pulling on it twice to be sure
that was securely locked, he stepped back. I had begun to panic as soon
as I saw the lock. Even though I hadn't thought of this before, now it
made perfect sense. Why would he allow us to get a key on Monday? That
would end whatever control he had established. By exchanging our lock for
his, he was in complete control. My breathing became rapid and shallow,
and I felt like I was going to pass out. Malik stepped behind me and
unlocked the thumb cuffs; he didn't need them anymore as I was fully his.
Once my hands were free I couldn't help but run my fingers over the
lock,
hoping beyond reason that it wasn't truly fastened.

"You do understand the significance don't you Lucy. Your life is now
mine, as is your wife's. Look online when you get a chance, you'll see
how effective this lock can be. But first, I want you to go home, and get
cleaned up. I want you and your wife back here in about 30 minutes.
You're to be dressed in nice outfit, a skirt or dress, with hose and high
heels with your face fully made up. I want you to be pretty when you
work
for me. Leanne is to have on those gold pumps, her smallest pair of
panties, and that white terry cloth cover-up she wears outside
occasionally. While I'm eating lunch and getting to know your boss, I
want you to clean my apartment. Leanne will supervise your work to help
you learn all that a proper maid needs to know. Now, put on your little
skirt and get back home. Here you can have your lock and key back. I
won't need it any longer."

I did as he said my mind in a panic. The move with the lock and knowing
he was going to see my boss seemed to put me in a hopelessly vulnerable
position. All I knew to do was follow his orders and try to figure out
something as we went along. I burst into our half of the duplex. Leanne
was sitting at the kitchen table, leisurely having a cup of coffee. She
smiled at me when I came in.

"Have a good run dear? Hope Malik wasn't too good a runner for you to
keep up. Did you enjoy showing off your pretty legs in my exercise
skirt?"

I didn't waste any time answering her silly questions. I needed to let
her know how bad the situation had gotten so we could start trying to
find a solution. I put the lock on the table. She smiled, obviously
thinking that Malik had freed me so I could get some sexual release. As
she looked at me, the expression on her face changed from excitement to
puzzlement as she could see the worry on my face. I simply pulled down
the skirt to show her the new black lock on my chastity device.

"He switched locks. Now I can't get out without him. And he is going to
have lunch with my boss. This isn't just a fantasy to him. He wants
control, control of both of us.  We need to think about how we can stop
this. But unless you have a big idea, he wants us back at his place in 30
minutes. I am to clean his place while you show me how. So you need to
get me ready."

Leanne was distraught, but knew she needed to keep Malik happy at this
point. She had me take a quick shower, while she dressed in the outfit I
described to her. For me, she had a simple sheer white blouse and tight
black mini skirt. I wore a white lace bra, filled with my forms, sheer to
the waist black pantyhose, a black thong, and a pair of black pumps. She
put a few more curls in my hair with her curling iron and did my face
up.
She used foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, some false
eyelashes, and a dark red lipstick. I looked really overdone, but we
wanted to be sure Malik thought it was enough. When we were ready, we
looked at each other and tried to be confident that everything would be
ok. Knocking on his door, I felt like I was going to my doom.

"Right on time, I'm glad that you realize that being punctual for me is
very important. Good morning Leanne, I assume you know the current
situation. There is a new order here from now on. Lucy is our slave. She
is to obey both of us, and will be our servant. You will also be my
submissive, but you will be reserved for my pleasure. I don't want you to
waste your time doing household chores either in my apartment or yours.
So I want you to fully train Lucy on all the necessary jobs to keep our
places spotless. Of course she will continue to provide healthy,
delicious meals. You can start training her on domestic skills while I'm
gone. But first I think it will help you understand the situation if we
do a bit more examination. Lucy, turn around and put your hands behind
your back."

I did as instructed and soon my thumbs were cuffed together like earlier
this morning. Malik then picked up a wide leather collar, placed it
around Leanne's neck, and locked it tight. Hanging down from the front of
the collar was a short metal chain with a pair of thumb cuffs welded to
it, which Malik placed on her hands and clicked, shut. Seeing that we
were both incapacitated, he unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my hose, he pulled them and the
thong down to mid-thigh. Unlocking his lock, he opened the chastity
device so that my cock was exposed. He turned to Leanne and gave her a
cloth tape measure.

"Get down on your knees and let's take an inventory of Lucy's little
penis. Measure along the top of his shaft, placing the end of the tape
against his body; don't push in as we want a realistic idea of how much
cock he could give a woman."

Leanne reluctantly did as he instructed, fumbling a bit with her
restrained hands. But she was able to get a measurement. Just her touch
on my penis felt great, even under these circumstances. Her answer to his
question about my length caused me to blush a bit.

"How long was he?"

"About 2 and half inches"

"Not about, what was it exactly?"

"2.1 inches"

But I couldn't believe it, when Malik told her to suck me. He wanted her
to measure me when erect. The feel of her warm, soft lips and probing
tongue were like ecstasy. I hardened up immediately, the pent up sexual
tension expressing itself in my rock hard cock. Just as I was beginning
to lose control, she moved her mouth away and again awkwardly measured my
penis, using the same technique as earlier. He looked at her. This time
she blushed.

"3.9 inches"

"Well that is pretty good; almost double the size than when she is soft.
Of course, that means it is officially a small penis, so small as to not
deserve to be really called a cock. I can see why you felt no loss when
you put it under a lock and key. I'm sure Lucy gave you much more
pleasure with his tongue than you ever got with his little stub. Now do
me one more favor, measure me."

With that, he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them and his underwear
down. The move revealed his cock and although still soft it appeared to
be substantial. Leanne measured him, stretching the tape out. Looking up
at Malik as she finished she did not need to be prompted.

"5.3 inches"

He smiled. The implication was immediate. He was longer soft than I was
hard. Although she tried to be reserved, a smile crossed her face. I
could see that she was anticipating the feel of his cock in her; the feel
of something big enough to touch everywhere and to give her much more
stimulation. He stepped back and began to get dressed, telling her to
face me again. He told her to deal with my erection, by squeezing my
balls. She looked at him for a minute in a questioning manner, but after
he waved her on, she softly squeezed my sack. The pain was enough to make
my penis softened quickly. Once I was soft, he told her to put my stub
into its cage. She did as told. After he put his pants back up, he turned
to me and locked up my chastity device, removed the thumb cuffs, and
told
me to straighten up my skirt.

As I was doing this, he had Leanne standup and without any ceremony,
unzipped her cover-up, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there
virtually nude before him. He leaned in and sucked softly on her left
nipple as his left hand caressed her right breast. Her gasp was barely
audible, but I could tell she was aroused at this whole situation.
Smiling, Malik stepped back, but ran his hand down to her panties and
groped her pussy momentarily through the fabric. Already her arousal was
beginning to make her panties wet.

"Leanne I will satisfy you later, if Lucy does a good job on my
apartment. She is to clean the whole place, do my dishes, strip and
remake the bed, and gather the laundry. She'll do that back at your
place, while I show you your new role. I expect you to supervise her work
only, do not help her, but just tell her how to do it properly. I should
be gone about two hours. I expect Mr. Simons will be interested in my
plans for investing his money, but I'm sure the fact that I rent from one
of his employees will come up in the conversation. Maybe I can mention
how you re-worked the inventory form, Lucy. I want him to know what a
good worker you are. Of course, I could always invite him here for one of
your delicious meals. Is that how you want your boss to get to know you
better?"

The implied threat was left hanging, as Malik left for his lunch. Leanne
and I commiserated only momentarily on our dire position, before I began
to clean his place. Leanne was insistent on doing each task as best as I
could. I could sense the fear in her voice as she realized how precarious
our new position was relative to Malik. But there was also an undertone
of anticipation. I knew her well enough to realize the prospect of
fucking Malik and his large cock was turning her on. She began to get
more turned on by her situation, virtually nude with her hands cuffed,
but still in charge of me. It was approaching her ideal fantasy. She was
both submissive and dominant. As we worked our way through his apartment,
the time speed on and as it was approaching two hours since Malik left,
we hurried. I had just gathered all the laundry in a basket by the door
and bagged up the trash when he returned. He surveyed the room, and went
down the hall to the bedroom, appraising the work we had done. Returning
to the living room, he caressed Leanne's ass cheek as he spoke to me.

"Very nice Lucy, it seems you are capable of learning the
responsibilities of your new role. Your boss was very interested in my
situation with you and confirmed that you were a reliable, if perhaps
unspectacular, worker. Of course, I didn't expose your secret desires,
but I had a feeling that Mr. Simons could understand how I might take
advantage of the situation. He seemed to like to be in control too. Well
you can go home now and do my laundry; get everything washed and dried.
Leanne can show you how to iron my stuff later. First she needs to learn
her new role with me. It's time she finds out how slutty she can be. I
can see she has been anticipating the feel of my cock, if her wet panties
are the indicator I suspect they are. They obviously need to be
laundered
now, so why don't you kneel down, take off her panties for me, and then
you can go do your work, while I start her training."

Kneeling before her, I pulled down her panty, slipping it past her heels
as she raised her trembling feet one by one. I could sense both dread and
excitement in her body, the same feelings I was experiencing. Adding her
panty to the laundry basket I picked it and the trash up and made my way
outside. Although the weekend had been full of humiliating experiences,
nothing felt like this. I was surrendering my wife to another man,
knowing full well that he planned to sexually use her. Compounding that
fact was that I was now exposing myself to the neighbors in my feminized
appearance. The walk to put his trash into the can by the street made my
heart race and I felt light headed. The click, click, click of my heels
on the concrete sounded like church bells ringing out in the
neighborhood. I tried not to look around, but could almost feel the
stares of a couple of people across the road.  My only consolation was
that I knew my appearance was convincing as a female and perhaps they
would not recognize me.

Reaching the safety of the porch again I entered our half of the duplex.
I felt like crying as I racked my brain to see a way out of this, but I
realized we were stuck in his control. Starting the wash took my mind off
what was happening next door, but I had to busy myself by cleaning our
apartment while the washer was running to keep my mind occupied. I went
through the motions of cleaning his clothes and by the time they were
done, I had cleaned our floors, dusted, and straightened up the house.
Making the bed was agonizing; it only reinforced that Leanne was now in
another man's bed and made me wonder if we would every share this one
again. As I was sliding away in despair, the phone rang. It was Malik, or
as he made clear to me, Master.

"I trust you have finished my clothes. Your slut wife and I are ready for
a break, so I want you to prepare a meal for us. Nothing fancy, just
something nutritious. Bring my clothes back, as I need you to clean up
the mess we made."

I walked quickly from our apartment to his, trying to use the basket full
of clean clothes as a shield. Inside the apartment, I went back to the
bedroom. As I entered I could see the evidence of their sexual actions.
Malik had removed the collar and cuffs and Leanne was totally nude,
reclining back on the bed, her legs spread wide. I could see her pussy
was coated with his cum, the lips swollen and red, and her opening
gapping widely from the size of his cock. He was lying beside her, idly
playing with one of her breasts, his cock also coated and lying semi-hard
between his legs.

As I looked at the scene, I suddenly noticed that he had decorated her
body, using a black marker. Immediately above her pussy, was a black
spade and close on each side of her slit were two numbers, 5.3 and 8.0.
Further away, at the crease where her thighs met her torso were two
smaller numbers, 2.1 and 3.9. The significance of the design was very
clear to me. The larger numbers were his, the smaller were mine. His were
close to her sex as was the black symbol. He had marked her as his
territory, and in doing so was reminding me of how my size was inferior
to his and my position was submissive to his.

Leanne seemed a bit embarrassed, but also had an air of satisfaction on
her face. I could tell she had thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by his
large cock. The way she spread her legs, it seemed apparent that she was
proud of herself and not ashamed of what had happened, not even the
temporary markings near her pussy. Malik said nothing, but merely
motioned toward her pussy. I knew what he wanted, so I knelt at the edge
of the bed. Despite all my anger at what was happening, how he had taken
her, how she had violated our vows to each other, and what he had done to
me, I obeyed his unspoken command and began to lick her. Softly at
first,
I ran my tongue over her labia and her inner thighs. Pursuing my lips, I
removed as much of his cum as I could. The taste was pungent, salty with
a musky flavor. It was both similar and different than the way my cum
tasted.

As I focused more on her pussy, she moaned softly, as if the stimulation
although pleasant was painful because she had almost too much excitement
with him. I ran my tongue between her lips and as deep into her as I
could. Her murmurs became muted, as Malik leaned in to her and they
kissed. Glancing up I could see the excitement on her face, as being
kissed by two men was heavenly. Again, despite my frustration at what was
happening, my own cock was rock hard confined in its prison. It throbbed
unrelentingly confirming to me that I was indeed a submissive and even
though I wanted to protest this event, my cock betrayed my real feelings.

I continued to clean her until I had removed all the slimy cum with my
tongue. Seeing I was done, Malik tapped my head, and rolled his body, so
that his cock was more accessible. My face flushed deeply, as I moved
between his legs. They continued to kiss, as I took his cock into my
mouth. I had gotten used to the size and shape of Leanne's dildo, so I
could easily take his length into my mouth. What surprised me was the
warmth and softness of his organ. Those sensations were totally absent
from the artificial penis I had sucked. The taste was the same as on her
pussy, and it was easier physically to strip off cum from his shaft than
it had been to tease it from Leanne's folds. But the mental humiliation
was far greater in cleaning Malik. I knew Leanne was watching me,
watching me become a cock sucker, watching me debase myself for this man.

Whatever image she had of me as a man was now being blurred by visions of
a feminized Lewis with a large black cock in my mouth. This knowledge
did
not cause my cock to soften, in fact it was now as fully engorged as the
chastity tube would allow, causing me a heavenly mix of pain, pleasure,
and humiliation. As I worked my mouth up his shaft, he began to harden.
His reaction to my oral attentions was noticed by Leanne, and she
chuckled softly. Their reactions caused my face to flush deeper and I
couldn't look her in the eyes.  Finally, as I had cleaned him
sufficiently, he told me to go back to my apartment and start supper.
They would join me shortly. As I rose, Leanne pointed out that I needed
to fix my makeup; all the cosmetics were on her vanity.

"Lucy you'll need to remember from now on when you lick me or suck
Malik's cock that you will to touch up your makeup. We can make it a
little better by getting you some waterproof styles, but even so it will
important for you to check your look. I expect you to be neat and pretty
for Malik when you are serving us."

I couldn't do anything but nod my head, as they got out of bed to go take
a shower.  I retreated to our apartment. Wiping their sexual juices off
my face, while looking in the mirror made realize how my life had
changed. I couldn't dwell on it, but fixed my makeup and went to the
kitchen to start something for them to eat. They appeared shortly. He was
dressed minimally in a long bathrobe and Leanne was naked. She slipped
upstairs to put on a clean thong and a sheer robe that did nothing to
hide her breasts. She snuggled up to him while I cooked. We ate the meal
in silence; I think because Leanne and I were stunned at how quickly our
life had changed.

Once I had cleaned up from dinner, I brought them both a drink and they
began to renew their sexual interaction. She knelt between his legs and
slowly sucked his cock, while he explained that he was now the master of
the duplex. He would allow us time to our selves, but when he wanted us
we had to serve him. I was to always be dressed femininely when at home,
must wear women's underwear at work, and he might even expand my work
wardrobe to include women's pants and blouses so I would always be
reminded that I was no longer the man of the house. To reinforce that
point, once Leanne had gotten him fully erect, he made me kneel and
replace her. Malik made a point of telling me how to suck him, how to run
my tongue around the rim of his cockhead and how to softly suckle his
nut
sack when I stuffed it into my mouth. While I was servicing him, Leanne
kissed him and allowed him to fondle and kiss her breasts.

Once he had fully demonstrated that he ruled us now, he took Leanne
upstairs and fucked her again in our bed. Because of their earlier sex,
Malik took forever to come, bringing her to multiple orgasms while I
knelt watching at the foot of the bed. It was obvious Leanne loved his
sexual prowess, and I had to admit he was far better than I at bringing
her off. Once they both climaxed, they rolled over to rest. Looking at
me, he set out some orders.

"Lucy bring me all your sex toys. I know you two sluts must have some and
I deserve to know what pleasures you create for yourselves."

I did as he commanded. He examined most of the items knowingly but not
showing any emotion. It was obvious he knew about thumb cuffs, wrist
restraints, and the range of dildos we had, but when I showed him the
large black one, he smiled.

"Lucy is that yours or is just for Leanne? What have you done with it
before?"

"We both use it, although it is mostly for her. I've gone down it, as a
role play device simulating serving her black lover and then I use it to
fuck her to orgasm."

That answer, although honest, brought a deep blush to my face. It seemed
clear from that statement that we had initiated our relationship with him
for more than a need for a good renter. Leanne found it hard to hear the
explanation and looked down at her hands while we talked.

"I see; it makes sense as a tool to compensate for your small size. It
also reinforces your submissive nature, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I guess it does. We had made a conscious effort to use role play in
our love making and to heighten those feelings we couldn't achieve on
our
own."

"Has Leanne every fucked you with it?"

Blushing even more, I answered.

"No, that was not something we tried. That kind of sex didn't appeal to
me. I know she loved the size, but to me, it seems too big."

"Well we might want to try that sometime, but it would be more logical
for you to work up to a big size. I could enjoy watching Leanne mount you
and show you what a submissive girl feels when being taken. But that
will
be for later. Now I want you to understand that your pleasure is no
longer under your control. I'm sure this day has been a shock to you and
Leanne, but I want you to end the day remembering how explosive your
climax was. Leanne you take the wrist cuffs and restrain Lucy to the
bed."

She followed his instructions, spreading my arms and attaching them to
the headboard with the locking wrist restraints. She then removed my
pantyhose and lace thong, so my chastity tube was uncovered. As I lay on
my back, my cock throbbed in the cage. Despite all my humiliations and
knowing that my wife was probably hooked on Malik's large cock, I was as
excited as I had ever been. The idea of getting to come was overriding
everything else. Malik then took the thumb cuffs and locked Leanne's arms
behind her. As we waited on the bed, he took his key and unlocked my
chastity device. Once it was free, my cock sprang up, pulsating back and
forth in the air, as if begging for relief.

Malik then directed the scene. I first cleaned her pussy as she straddled
my face. Then she had to take one of the small dildos in her mouth and
work it into my ass. The feel of its hardness in me reinforced how I was
truly submissive to her and Malik. Once it was buried, she was allowed to
lick my balls and shaft. The touch of her tongue and lips was like
electricity and my passion was peaking. Finally he told her to take my
small white cock into her pussy. As she engulfed me, I could tell how
much she had been stretched by his size during all the encounters of the
day. But because it was similar to how she was after I used the dildo on
her she knew how to wiggle and hump so that she could bring us both to a
momentous climax. The wet warmth of her pussy was like a magic potion,
removing all the shame and humiliation that occurred earlier. Finally as
I could hold back no longer, I erupted into a climax which also triggered
one in her. Writhing and moaning we both collapsed into a wet sweaty
heap, she laying across my body as we gasped for breath.

Malik had been silent since we started fucking and he now stood up by the
bed, wrapped in his robe. While we lay there together, recovering from a
sexual high, he reached over and unlocked Leanne's thumb cuffs. Then
unexpectedly he tossed the keys to my cuffs and to the black lock of my
chastity tube on the bed.

"I see you loved this experience. I hope the weekend and all the
excitement of my dominance were what you were seeking. I have a good
intuition about people and I felt you both needed this and would reach
heights of sexual passion that could not be achieved without me. I
certainly had the time of my life. If this is what you sought, then do as
I ask.

Leanne you put that key in you safe box at the bank. I'll keep the other
key. After you clean up and rest, lock Lewis back up. He can begin to
build the sexual urges for the next time I grant his release. He is to
wear something feminine and sexy under his clothes to work tomorrow.
Leanne you pick out what he should wear. Tomorrow I want Leanne to come
by my work and we'll go out to lunch. If you both want to be my slaves, I
will explain how we go forward from here. If you decide not to follow up
on this sexual peak, then just invite me over for dinner next weekend,
and we'll drop back to our normal landlord - renter relationship. But I
hope you choose this new path, a path that will allow you to enjoy a
duplex life; one role as a normal couple and one as a submissive pair to
dominant black man."

With that he turned and headed down the stairs and back to his apartment.
Leanne and I were stunned, but as we lay there, smiles crept across our
faces. The worry that the loss of control that we felt earlier was gone,
but it was rapidly beginning to be replaced by thoughts of how we could
continue this frightening and thrilling game. Exchanging soft kisses, we
unlocked each other and hugged tightly for a while before going to take a
relaxing shower. By the time we finally went to sleep we had made our
choice.

Prissy Sissybits

By: Throne


Miya had invited three of her closest lady friends to her house on a
Friday evening.  She told them that she would be serving wine, and that
there was a special surprise in store for them.  Her invitees,  Candice,
Amber and Brie, were curious to learn what she had planned.  They called
each other and wondered if she had finally taken steps to deal with her
annoying husband, Prentice.  Miya only revealed that it had to do with
his longstanding request that she agree to a certain something to
satisfy a personal kink of his.  She told them to dress sexy and be
prepared to stay late.  All of them were intrigued.

When they got there everything looked normal.  The couple's suburban
home was neat and clean, as usual.   As they settled themselves into the
long narrow den, on two couches that faced each other, they noticed
there were no wine bottles or glasses in sight.  Once they were all
comfortable, Miya got up and gave them a sly smile.

"So," she said cheerily, "I know you're all eager to discover why you're
here."

She was an attractive young woman, slender but with an overly full bust.
The girls had known her since their teens and seen her in the school
locker room, so they knew that her big round breasts were totally
natural.  This evening they were well shown off by a curve-hugging knit
dress that ended at mid-thigh.  The other women were also good looking,
all of them being former cheerleaders like Miya.  They too were attired
to draw male attention.  Not that they expected there to be any of it to
attract.  They certainly didn't want to entice Prentice, if he was
there.  The man was a self-centered bore, one of those short and
unimpressive types who acted like he was every girl's dream.

As if reading that thought, Miya went on, "You're here to see how I've
reformed my husband.  I know he hit on all of you at one time or
another.  And whenever we went anywhere, he openly ogled every hot woman
in sight.  That was ironic because, frankly, he was a dud in bed.  I
mean, the man's penis is so small it's a joke.  Which was bad enough,
but he would always shoot off almost as soon as we got started.  And on
top of that, he was pestering me since we got married to have an
affair..."  She paused for effect.  "... with a woman.  That's right,
Prentice had a hidden hankering for girl-on-girl action, and he wanted
it to involve me.  So, with him being such a disappointment in the sex
department, I figured what the heck.  I mean, all of us tried some of
that when we were single.  Right?"

There were nods and smiles all around.  Each of them had fond memories
of their experiments with lesbianism.

"So I met someone on-line and we hooked up.  Except it turned out that
she wanted me all for herself.  And she had the resources to make that
happen.  With my cooperation she started making changes in my spouse's
life and I'm totally happy with the results.  Are you all ready to meet
the new Prentice?"

They gave her a chorus of affirmatives.  All of them glanced around the
room, as if he might be hiding in plain sight.

Miya told them,  "Good.  I think you're really going to approve of the
new him.  Oh, and are you all okay with white wine?"  When they agreed,
she took a silver bell from the end table and rang it, then called out,
"Prentice, dearest, my guests are ready to be served.  Step lively,
darling."

Moments later a bizarre and unexpected figure appeared.  At first glance
it appeared female, but closer looks convinced them it was indeed her
husband.  Prentice had his collar length hair cut and styled into a
pixie cut.  Cosmetics had been expertly applied to make his face lovely
and far from masculine.  He had on a maid's outfit made of pink satiny
material, complete with a lacy apron and cap.  His arms and legs were
mostly uncovered, the skirt so short that it exposed the bare tops of
his thighs, above color coordinated stockings that were held up by
garters.  Somehow his skin had been made noticeably smooth and obviously
hairless.  He moved into the center of the room, walking easily on three
inch high heels.  His shoes matched everything else and had ankle straps
that were held closed with tiny, heart-shaped padlocks.  He made eye
contact with each of the girls in turn, though it plainly caused him
embarrassment.  Prentice was carrying a round silver tray on which were
four glasses of wine.  He gave his wife a curtsy and began offering the
wine to her guests, who gave him examining looks as he served them.

The hostess said, "I want you all to meet Miss Prissy Sissybits.  My new
lover Charlotte, who did so much to make this happen, decided to call
him Prissy.  She felt that name would suit the personality his training
has given him.  Well, training and some mind drugs at the beginning.
The pills we slipped him made it possible to take some very
incriminating pictures of him in full sissy mode.  He was so fearful of
having them spread around, especially to his co-workers and family, that
we were able to get him to cooperate, step by step, until he became the
perfect little sissy you see before you."

Candice wanted to know, "But how does Prentice feel about it?"

"Not that it matters," Miya said offhandedly, "but he hates it."  She
chuckled and asked him, "Don't you, sweetness?"

He gave another curtsey and said, "Yes, Ma'am," his voice high and
whispery.

Brie asked, "Does he still go to work?"

"For now he does.  It's not really necessary, as Charlotte is fabulously
wealthy and could support us easily.  In fact, she's already offered.
But I'm having so much fun letting him go to work in his male clothes,
with lots of pretty lingerie on underneath.  You'll notice that his
eyebrows have been thinned and shaped.  And I make him wear a light coat
of lip gloss, along with clear nail polish.  He has to use plenty of
product on his hair to reshape it into something less girly.  Well, the
other guys can't miss that stuff.  And he had to quit going to the gym
with them because he doesn't own any men's underwear, and had his body
hair removed -- permanently.  They're all suspicious and he lives in
dread of them finding out what's going on."

"Wow," Amber marveled.  "So you're hitting the sheets with Charlotte.  I
mean, is he at least allowed to get his jollies from hearing about it,
the way he wanted in the first place?"

"Well," Miya answered with a smile, "yes and no.  My husband not only
gets to hear about our lovemaking, which by the way is incredibly
satisfying, but we like to have him in the room, in case we need
anything.  Like having more wine poured.  So he gets to watch, too.
Therefore yes, he gets his jollies... sort of."  When they all gave her
quizzical looks, she turned to Prentice and said, "Prissy, be a dear and
show my friends why your fantasy isn't quite as enjoyable as you'd
hoped."

He blushed vividly as he set the tray aside.  Prentice took the hem of
his short skirt delicately between thumbs and forefingers, hesitated,
then lifted it.  What the two girls on one side of the room saw made
them gasp.  He pivoted around carefully on his heels and showed the
other one.  She laughed out loud.  With his skirt up they could see that
his penis was securely locked inside a chastity tube, a pink plastic one
that appeared crushingly tight, even if his member was as small as Miya
had said.  He had on panties but they were cut-out in the front, so his
genitals protruded and his bald crotch was exposed.

"That is priceless," enthused Candice.

"Isn't it?  The poor baby can't even think about getting hard without
discomfort."

"But if he gets turned on by seeing you two together..." Brie began,
then brought her hand up to her suddenly smiling mouth.

"Exactly.  It's the biggest turn-on he's ever had, and it happens all
the time.  Not just when Charlotte and I are together, but when we're
talking dirty on the phone, or when he's told to go to her webpage and
sees all the photos of us out at lesbian hotspots.  She belongs to a
couple of private clubs that are super exciting."

"So," Amber said thoughtfully, "he's horny 24/7 and can't do diddly
about it."

"Correct.  And we help him stay that way by dressing up and flaunting
ourselves at him.  Not only can't he get off, but he can't even feel
like a proper man, not since he became Prissy.  Charlotte has had a few
guys in the past, but she just doesn't like them as bed partners.
However, the idea of one who's an involuntary sissy, who lusts after her
and is endlessly frustrated, that's her kink."  She smirked at her
spouse.  "Which makes this arrangement perfect for her and a lot less
than that for Miss Sissybits."

"Hey," Candice wanted to know, "is the 'sissy bits' part because...?"

"Because his junk is so tiny?  You got it.  Now every time we use that
name, it's a stinging reminder to him that he was inadequate for me, and
that him being that way helped earn him his new life.  And we make sure
to also remind him that he was always selfish in bed and a pig with
other women.  The perfect candidate to be turned into a sissy and owned
by two lezzies."

"Whoa." Brie was stimulated by all this.  She took Candice's hand and
stroked it.  "So, if two gals like Candy and I were to get back to our
old habits, and maybe swap some spit..."

"Oh my," said Miya with feigned concern.  "If excitable Prissy saw two
new girls getting busy with each other, I don't know what would happen.
Well," she corrected, "I do know one thing that would occur.  Prissy
would get all tantalized and her perpetual condition of blue balls would
be really aggravated."

Brie looked at Candice, who returned her gaze with happy assent.  The
two of them leaned toward each other and their lips met, at first softly
and warmly, then harder and with increasing heat.  Prentice could only
watch with pent up need and whimper from stymied urges.  His balls
pulled up snugly and his penis strained uselessly against its cage.
With a mind of their own, his hands came up and slid under the bodice
portion of his apron.  He used his fingers to stimulate his nipples
through the silky material of his uniform front.  Prentice moaned as he
played with those receptive points and licked his pink-tinted lips.  His
pinkly-shaded eyelids fluttered.  He rubbed his thighs together
impotently and squirmed his bottom.  When the two visitors began to run
their hands all over each other, he made tormented sounds while he
shifted his feet around, seeking relief that couldn't be found.

Amber got up and moved behind him.  She put her lips close to his ear
and seductively asked, "But you still want to be with a girl, don't you,
pansy boy?  Hmmm?"

Through clenched teeth he admitted, "Yes.  I want that so much."

"Well maybe this will help."  She reached under the back of his skirt
and found that those panties had only a thong in the rear.  As she
caressed his sleek soft buns she hissed in his ear, "I would just love
to take you to bed, sugar lips.  You'd like that, too.  Wouldn't you
love to put something stiff between my thighs?  Wouldn't that be
wonderful?"

"Oh, yes," he replied in a strained voice.  "I need that so much."

"Well, maybe it could be arranged."  She moved around so she could look
into his eyes.   "I'd love to feel my pussy full of your long...
stiff... probing -- tongue."

His expression of disappointment made her rock with laughter.  She gave
each of his buttocks a hard pinch and sat back down to drain her glass.
Miya ordered Prentice to take it to the kitchen for a refill.  Before he
left the room he longingly eyed the two females who were freely fondling
each other.

Miya said, "See what I did there?  Let him get all heated up and then
sent him away so he has to stop watching.  Charlotte and I just adore
doing that to the sad little wimp.  That girl definitely has a touch of
the man-hater in her.  Like I said, she can get along with guys, but
when she finds a nasty one like mine -- formerly nasty, I should say --
it sets off something inside her.  She takes endless pleasure in
inflicting small indignities and big humiliations."

"Like what?" Amber wanted to know.

The other two broke their embrace.  They were interested, too.

"Small stuff like when we're in bed and want to play with a dildo,
making him fetch it for us.  And then having the wuss warm it up by
holding it and pressing it against his chest or between his thighs.  For
some reason, that upsets him to no end.  So we make sure to do it every
chance we get."

"And the bigger stuff?" Amber prompted.

"That's easy.  When we're done using it, he has to clean it off."

"You mean like in the bathroom sink?  Or...?"

"I mean like in his mouth.  So that he gets to taste us without touching
us.  And it gives him one more reminder of the terrific sex we're
having, all the orgasms we enjoy, as compared to his complete lack of
ejaculations."

Prentice reappeared, holding the full glass by its stem.  He
respectfully handed it to Amber and added a deep curtsey.  She gave him
a dismissive wave of her hand and he went away to stand meekly in the
corner, facing outward.  As if he wasn't even there, his bride resumed
talking about him.

"Prissy Sissybits has turned into a fairly competent maid.  She does all
the cleaning, naturally.  That takes time, but she has more now that
she's not permitted any television privileges.  None of those football
or baseball games.  In fact, when Charlotte wants to watch them, he's
not allowed in the room for more than a few moments at a time.  Then
when he goes to work, he can't really join the boys in talking about
plays and scores and all."  She chuckled.  "I do the cooking.  Prissy
cleans up after meals.  But that has its advantages for her because
she's allowed to eat all our table scraps.  And even lick the plates
before she washes them.  It seems excessive to use the dishwasher all
the time when we have domestic help like her available."

"Anything else?"

Miya's husband was visibly shuddering as he waited to hear what other
shameful revelations would be shared.   His wife continued to ignore his
presence.

She went on, "It's nice to have our intimate underthings hand laundered.
Prissy likes to kiss the crotch of each pair of panties first.
Sometimes she even licks and sucks them.  You know, the girl is so
desperate for any sort of contact with a female body.  It's like one
direct touch of a pussy would make her spontaneously ejaculate.  I mean,
if she were still capable of that.  I suppose now that it would just
give her an added twinge of ball pain."  To Prentice she said, "Prissy,
I see two more glasses that need refilling.  I hope you're not trying to
earn a punishment, just to satisfy your perverted desires."

"No, Ma'am," he said as he quickly gathered the glasses and hurried from
the room, tottering slightly on his heels because he was rushing.

"Are you saying that he enjoys being... disciplined?"

Their hostess laughed.  "No.  He dreads it.  But we maintain this
fiction that he actually likes it."  She lowered her voice.  "We're
trying to see if we can eventually convince him that he get turned on by
it.  If we're dressed sexy and give each other a few kisses while we're
chastising him, he gets confused between which of his reactions is from
which source."  She checked her wristwatch.  "Charlotte should be here
soon, so you can see how she handles him, too."

Prentice returned with the two full glasses and gave them to the women.
His wife asked him to tell the girls what he had worn to bed last night.

He looked uncomfortable as he told them in his Prissy voice, "I wore a
lovely new baby doll nightie that the girls got for me.  It's
transparent, so they could see how well it showed off my body.  I also
had on stockings with stay-up elastic tops.  The nightie was pale peach
and the stockings were bright yellow.  Miya said I looked like a sissy
canary.  And she thought it was funny that I wasn't allowed to wear the
panties that went with the nighty, so my chastity showed really well
through it.  My... owners... like me to be reminded that I have a..."
He looked to his wife, as if he hoped she would tell him he'd said
enough.  But she simply nodded for him to continue.  "... like to remind
me that I have a tiny, useless, laughable, worthless dick."  He wrung
his hands in shame.  "And I remembered to thank them for getting me
something so pretty and feminine to put on."

The guests looked at each other in shared amazement at how he had been
made to humiliate himself.  It was obvious that he was sensitive about
his undersized endowment.  They had been mean girls in school, the
snooty type of cheerleaders, so they couldn't resist a chance to refresh
their old skills.

Candice said, "I guess with such a miniscule dick, you're glad to have
it hidden away like that."

"I'm sure he is," continued Brie.  "It's less embarrassing to be seen
looking like a sissy than to have anyone get to see his ridiculous
little pecker."

"It's like they're doing him a favor.  And being in chastity keeps him
from committing lots of self-abuse."  Too quickly for Prentice to think
about his reaction, she asked him, "So how often did you jerk off before
they locked up your silly dick?"

"Not that often," he said before he caught himself.  The damage had been
done.  Under his wife's critical stare he confessed haltingly, "I...
well... when they first started making out in front of me... and Miya
cut me off from sex... I kind of... sort of... "  He hung his head.
"Did it all the time."

His bride told him, "Prissy, you should always look at people when you
talk to them.  Now say it again, but with your eyes on theirs."

He hugged himself, but then put his arms at his sides before he could be
corrected for that, too.  Without lowering or averting his gaze, he told
the three of them, "After my wife started making out with Charlotte in
front of me... and because Miya cut me off from sex... I got to where I
was constantly, um, needing it and... I jerked off every day."  Prentice
looked like he was going to start sniffling and sobbing, he was so
upset.

"That's better," his wife said with condescending patience.  "Now I just
heard Charlotte's car pull up out front.  Why don't you greet her at the
door.  Make sure she can tell how happy you are that she's here."

He went and stationed himself alongside the door.  Moments later it was
opened and he gave a deep curtsey, saying in a simpering voice, "Hello,
Ms. Charlotte.  I'm so glad you're here.  Miya has some friends over and
they're..."  He glanced back and saw they had all followed and were
waiting expectantly.  "... they're right there."

Charlotte was a tall woman, with dark hair cut mannishly short.  She had
on a tailored jacket and matching slacks, as well as a pinstriped shirt
and a bolo tie.  Her shoes were stylish but had flat heels and square
toes.  She greeted the other women but then  went straight to Miya, took
her in her long arms, and gave her a deep soulful kiss.  The receptive
woman melted against her forceful partner.  Charlotte ran a hand down
Miya's side and, as she was bringing it back up, let it linger against
the side of one of those globular boobs.

"So, ladies," the new arrival said to the guests, "I'm glad to finally
meet you.  What do you think of our combination house pet and maid?"

"Prissy is such a joke.  So desperate to keep Miya happy."

"Such an obvious weakling."

"And just a teeny bit touchy about that funny little dingle between her
legs."

"I know," said Charlotte.  "She's ashamed of her winkle even though its
safely out of sight.  And the most amusing thing of all is that she
still keeps trying to convince herself that she's a real man somewhere
deep down inside.  Isn't that hilarious?  But I think I've found a
solution for her delusion."

Prentice tensed up.  Miya showed interest.  The others appreciated the
drama that abruptly filled the room.

"What I've come up with is an appointment to see a specialist.  One who
helps pansies like her get a body that matches their personality.  This
doctor can either put her on hefty doses of hormones or, if she thinks
it's the better option, just schedule her to have breast implants.  It
would really be delightful to see our serving girl with boobies.  Nice
little tits with high-set nipples that she could play with while she
watches us have girl-sex."

Forgetting his lowly status, Prentice burst out with, "No.  You can't do
that.  It's too much.  I won't let you turn me into..."  He fell silent,
seeing that he'd overstepped his rather restricted bounds.  He mumbled,
"I... I'm sorry.  It's just that... I mean... you shouldn't..."

"Aren't you the uppity one, Miss Sissybits?" Charlotte said pointedly.
"It's almost as if you imagine you have some say in anything that goes
on around here.  Did you forget that, since you signed those papers, the
ones I had prepared, everything that used to be half yours is now
completely Miya's?  And that I have a powerful lawyer to back up the
legality of that?  Or maybe you didn't remember that I hold the key to
your chastity.  I've been thinking about making your lock-up permanent
anyway.  Should I take your bad behavior just now as a signal that you
really want that to happen, the same way you keep pushing us to punish
you, because you honestly do like it?"

"I... what?  No.  I mean, yes.  I didn't forget.  It was just that
the... permanent chastity idea is..."  He saw the futility of
opposition.  "... is your decision."

"Aw," Charlotte said patronizingly.  "There's the Prissy we know and
love.  Well, love to play head games with.  So you secretly want me to
put some superglue into the lock of your chastity, but maybe not yet.
Correct?"

"Um... yes."

"But you did act up so that you'd get yourself disciplined.  And you're
especially thrilled that these other women are going to witness it.
That really turns the switch on your freak-meter all the way up to
'HIGH'."

"If... that is..."  He sighed.  "Yes.  I... want to be... punished."

"Because you like it so much, you twisted freak."

"Yes."  Prentice knew he had to placate her if he didn't want this to
turn into an even nastier demonstration of her control.  "I love it when
you treat me bad, Ms. Charlotte.  I love it when you call me names."

"Then this will be perfect for you, shrimp-dick.  Swishing faggot.
Celibate sissy who was so terrible in bed that now his wife prefers
women to him."  She waited to see if he would dare to object, but he
didn't so much as make a peep.  "So let's see what kind of chastisement
-- "  She broke the word into syllables, savoring the sound of it.  " --
you think you deserve.  Tell us, Prissy.  What should we do to you?"

Now he was in a difficult spot.  He knew that if he suggested something
too mild, she could use that as an excuse to go to his limits and
perhaps beyond.  But if he made it too much, she could take him up on
that, and he would be responsible for getting more than she had intended
to deliver.  He laced his fingers together as if he might start
pleading.

Instead, he told her, "I think you should give me a spanking.  But you
could use..."  He didn't want to say this, but the idea had come to him
previously, as something he hoped he could avoid, and now he had to use
it to show he wasn't trying to fool her.  "... use the big wooden spoon
that's in the kitchen, hanging up."

"Hmmm."  Charlotte pursed her lips.  "I like that, Prissy.  But do you
think it's enough?"

He was quick to assure her, "No.  I know there has to be more.  I was
thinking that, after you get my buns really red and sore you could use
that butt plug that you made me go to the sex shop and buy last week."

"Oh, you mean that supersized one?  Ouch.  I was having second thoughts
about ever putting that into your donut hole.  But, if you think it's
necessary, well, who am I to argue?"  She told the fascinated listeners
in a loud stage whisper, "But he really wants it.  You watch when I cram
it up him.  He'll make you believe he actually hates it.  But don't be
fooled."  Switching back to Prentice, she wanted to know,  "And what
would be a bonus to make you pay for not only your backtalk, but the
fact that you did it in front of company?"

"I..."  He had wanted not to have to add the other idea that had been in
the back of his mind.  "You could lubricate the plug with... that muscle
soothing cream we have in the medicine cabinet.  I know that if you get
it on any sensitive membranes like... internal areas... it burns
awfully."

"So you want me to give the butt plug a thick coating of that stuff and
then ram it up your bung, so it will stretch you out painfully and cause
excruciating burning sensations that will go on and on.  Is that what
you're telling me?"

"Yes, Ma'am.  Please do it, Ms. Charlotte."

She said to the room in general, "You heard our sick sissy.  She wants
me to do all that to her.  And though she didn't mention it, I assume
she'll run and fetch the spoon, the plug, and that cream that's supposed
to be for external use only."  She sneered at him.  "Okay, Miss Prissy
Sissybits?"

He sniffled and put on a false smile.  "Yes, Ma'am.  Thank you so much."

Off he went, to gather the implements of his discipline.  When he got
back and laid them out neatly on the coffee table, Charlotte wanted to
know, "To make this even more mortifying for you, would you prefer to
change into your new baby doll nighty that you wore last night?"

Miya broke in with, "He was telling the girls how much he likes to be
looked at in that one.  So I'm sure he would."

"Fine," agreed Charlotte.  "But he needn't bother with the panties --
same as before.  We'll want his bottom bare and available for what's to
come."

Prentice went off once more.  He came back dressed in the filmy bit of
sleepwear, which swirled around his hips and didn't reach much lower.
Charlotte had moved a straight-backed wooden chair to the middle of the
den and now sat on it.  She pointed to her lap and he draped himself
over her thighs.  His feelings of helplessness were magnified by her
being fully dressed in mannish attire, and him being barely covered by
such girlish sleepwear.  He reached down to grip the legs of the chair.
Charlotte pushed up the bottom of his nighty and put one hand on the
small of his back.  She held out her other hand like a surgeon waiting
for an instrument to be put into it.  Miya obligingly slapped the handle
of the long spoon into her waiting palm.  Charlotte gripped it tightly,
raised it high, and took a few practice swings through the air, less to
get the feel of it then to heighten the dread Prentice was experiencing.


With perfect timing, Charlotte brought the spoon down hard when he
relaxed for one brief second.  She caught him unprepared and he yowled
as the wide end of the implement smacked against his soft bottom.  As
four more swats fell in rapid succession, his high-heeled feet kicked
and he squealed uncontrollably.  His nose began to run and he was
blinking back tears.  She landed another, equally fierce set of blows,
making sure to space them all over his reddening cheeks.  By the time
she paused he was weeping loudly.  Brie and Candice had their hands on
each other's thighs.  Amber had a hungry look on her flushed face.  Miya
was grinning at her husband's lack of stoicism.  She especially liked to
see him defenseless and suffering.   The mental torments they inflicted
were terrific, but there was nothing to compare with a heavy helping of
physical mistreatment.

There was a third set of five smacks, which had him blubbering.  He
writhed on Charlotte's lap and made wordless pleading sounds.  She
paused while Miya handed her her wineglass.  Charlotte took a sip.
Prentice turned his head to see what was happening and witnesses them
sharing an intimate, wine flavored kiss.  It looked like they were
trying to swallow each other's tongues.  He moaned, once again mixed up
about his responses to pain and to visual pleasure.  His head was
swimming.  He saw Charlotte cup her hand over the end of Miya's big
round breast and give it a tender squeeze, pointing up the difference in
how she treated her lover and the sissy.  Miya moved around in front of
her spouse and took hold of his hair.  Charlotte brandished the spoon
over his already blazing backside and swung it down with renewed energy.
Miya tilted his face up so he had to see how much she was enjoying his
suffering.  His nose was so close to the center of her womanhood, and
she was so warmed up from kissing Charlotte and now from participating
in his abuse, that he couldn't avoid inhaling her sweet feminine musk.
It went to his head and he got more of those mingled sensations of lust
and discomfort.  He raised his arm and shoved his fist against his
mouth, hoping that if he bit it he wouldn't scream, or at least might be
able to muffle his cries.

Not until she had rained down a total of thirty strokes did Charlotte at
last relent.  She set the spoon aside and called for the plug and cream.
Candice held the former while Brie applied the latter to it.  Amber took
the device by its still clean base and passed it solemnly to the seated
woman, as if they were performing some sacred ritual.  Charlotte set the
narrow end against her prey's tight pucker and applied pressure, slowly
but inexorably.  He was stretched to what he would have thought was his
maximum, and then further still.  Just as he was worrying that he would
pass out, the widest part of the sex toy passed his ring of muscle,
which contracted around the narrower section below.  By then his
vulnerable inner surfaces had been coated with the cream and it began to
take effect.  The burning started and got worse and worse.  He began to
sob again and couldn't keep still.

At last Charlotte rolled him off her lap and he fell to the carpet in a
tangle of limbs, his frothy nighty up around his midsection.  His eyes
and nose were red from crying.  His lipstick was smeared from having his
fist against his mouth.  His hair was mussed and mascara had run down
his cheeks.  He got onto hands and knees and couldn't go any further.
His bottom was on fire, outside and in.

"Well," Charlotte said, her voice thick with passion, "that certainly
got me into the mood for a visit to the bedroom.  Would you three mind
taking care of Prissy while we enjoy ourselves?"

The three women assured her that they wouldn't mind at all.  Charlotte
said that if they had any questions, they could just duck into the
bedroom and ask, if they didn't mind seeing the Sapphic sisters getting
busy.  After the pair left, two of the others helped Prentice to his
feet.  He stood shakily on his heels.  They backed him up to the chair
that had just been vacated.

Candice said, "You need to sit down, girl."

"Go on," encouraged Brie.  "Take a load off your feet."

"It's easy," urged Amber.

When she gave him a slight push, his legs buckled and he sat heavily.
That jammed the plug in more firmly, which hurt his rump hole and his
reddened cheeks.  He sat there with the trio of sexy woman smirking at
him.  Candice went behind the chair and pulled his narrow shoulders
back.  Brie and Amber put themselves in front of him and reached out to
stroke each other's faces.  They kissed.  Their hands roved freely over
desirable curves, beginning to undo clothing.  Prentice had to see it
all as they undressed each other, went to the couch, and had a prolonged
make-out session, with Candice doing a slow striptease and then joining
them.  The sight of three eager girls with lesbian tendencies, having an
orgy in slow motion, was maddening.  He clutched his chastity, tugged
uselessly at it, and started weeping again, though for different reasons
this time.

After the girls had each had a satisfying orgasm, they relaxed and drank
more wine.  Everyone heard cries of ecstasy from the nearby bedroom.
When those settled down, Candice had an inspiration.

She said, "Excuse me for a minute, girls.  I have to ask those two
lovebirds a question.  There's something I think they'll have that we
need to borrow."

The others waited curiously as she went and let herself into the room.
There were voices and then laughter.  Prentice felt his dread begin to
rise once more.  When Candice returned, his fears were justified.  Still
naked, she had a harness around her waist and the tops of her thighs,
with a thick, eight inch dildo attached to the front.  The uncomfortably
seated man could only hope she intended to use it on one or both of the
other females, rather than him.  But he had no such luck.

Candice wiggled an index finger at him and said, "Come on, little miss
Prissy.  Time to get filled by Candy.  You'll be a candy-filled sissy."
She chortled.  "And I'll have fun doing it.  This strap-on has a
miniature dingus on the inside that touches me just where I need to feel
it.  One of us is going to have a bang-up climax, sweet cheeks, and it's
not going to be you."

Brie and Amber took his arms and stood him on his feet.  He kept shaking
his head as they got him onto his knees and pushed down his head, so he
was ass-uppermost.  Amber backed out the plug, taking her time to extend
the ordeal.  It came free and she held it at arm's length as she took it
to the bathroom to drop it into the tub.  When she came back, Brie was
kneeling in front of Prentice, holding his head in place with the side
of his face against the carpet.  Candice was kneeling behind him with a
rapacious look in her eyes.  She had the tool aimed at his tender spot.
Amber had grabbed some petroleum jelly while in the bathroom and now
applied it generously to the fat head of the artificial cock.

Amber told Prentice, "I put something on the rammer-jammer to sooth your
sore tailpipe.  I'm sure it will do wonders for you once Candy has that
monster buried up your rear exit and is slamming you like the sissy slut
you are.  If you thought the spanking and plug and that nasty muscle
ointment were a dream come true, Miss Pervert, wait until you get ridden
hard, the way your kind of queer likes it.  Brace yourself, Prissy.
Time for your ass to get what it's hungry for."

He groaned as Candice leaned into him and got the thick head inside.
Then she sank inch after inch until he felt the rubber scrotum of the
dildo bumping his own, much smaller ball sac.  She began an unhurried
in-out motion but soon increased her tempo.  Before long she was
fervently pumping away, raping his boy-pussy and not caring how much it
hurt.

As she plowed him she said, "I wish you could have gone into the bedroom
with me, Prissy.  You should have seen those two.  Charlotte slumped
over your wife in the 69 position, both of them exhausted from fantastic
sex.  The room just reeked of sweat, but it was like an aphrodisiac to
me.  Right now I feel like I could go all night.  I asked them if they
had one of these and they wanted to know if I preferred the six inch
model or the big eight.  I didn't want to leave you feeling
shortchanged, so I picked this full-sized beauty.  And just imagine, if
you had a cock this impressive, you might be in that bedroom right now
with Miya.  Too bad all you have to offer is that tiny pickle that's so
pathetic it had to be put into prick prison."  She slammed him harder
and began to pant.

Brie took over the taunting narration, saying, "But you're getting to
fulfill your fantasy about drooling over girls like us who have fun with
each other's pussies.  Think about where your fantasy got you, the way
you tried to push your wife into it.  Think about that while Candy is
working so hard to leave your ass sore for the next couple of days.  If
you'd been nicer, your wife might have ended up with one of us, putting
on a show for you and then letting you join in the fun."

"But that's not going to happen now," Amber went on with mock sadness.
"Poor Prissy.  You're stuck in chastity and -- oops! -- those two wicked
girls are planning to get you a yummy set of tits.  Won't that be fun
when you have to make sure to wear loose shirts at work so your buddies
won't notice your budding breasts?  And if they turn out to be an
exceptionally tempting set of chest bumps, maybe Charlotte and Miya will
even let you be their lesbian bed slave.  They don't let you touch them
that way now, but just think if they did.  And if you were still stuck
in chastity.  And then the key got misplaced for a long time.  After a
while, you might end up as a complete sex addict, hooked on keeping them
happy, unable to stop thinking about eating pussy and whatever else they
wanted your mouth on."

He tried to put that inescapable trap out of his mind.  He wanted to be
able to feel Charlotte and Miya's naked bodies, to give them pleasure.
But it would make his chastity so much worse.  And he had a dire
premonition that he actually would become the sex-obsessive who had just
been described.  But then his thoughts were driven away by Candice's
fingers digging into his hips and her strap-on relentlessly plowing him.
Everything that had happened and was happening and might follow was
getting blended and distorted in his head.  He could barely distinguish
the wild stimulation he was experiencing from the punishing abuse he was
enduring.  Just as his mind was at its most susceptible, Candice cried
out and was launched into a noisy animated orgasm.  Prentice tried to
keep his thoughts clear but somehow it was as if he was having that
climax, as if him being defiled was giving him satisfaction, as if being
used this way was what he wanted, as if becoming more of a sissy, rather
than fighting against it, was the answer to all his problems.  He
pictured himself with a set of tits that had the dimensions of
grapefruit halves.  And how they might make him more attractive to his
wife and her partner.

Candice slowed down and then stopped.  He could hear her breathing hard,
and then her respiration slowing.  She had said that only one of them
would finish, but now he wasn't so sure.  A whole new world was opening
up to him.  He gripped the seductive material of the baby doll nighty
and caressed it between his thumb and fingers.  It felt good.
Wonderful.  Irresistible.  He was swoony but didn't care.  He didn't
care about anything except having more nights like this one.  Maybe with
Charlotte and Miya.  More of being a submissive and well-used sissy.
More and more and more.

Dinner Party Preparations

 By: Ann Michelle

The night before the dinner, Loren and Stephanie sat in the kitchen.
They'd gathered the ingredients for the meal and had divided up the
cooking and table setting responsibilities.  Everything was ready for
tomorrow, except they had yet to discuss the obvious, a topic Loren was
incredibly anxious to discuss, but afraid to bring up:  what would he
wear?

Stephanie sat at the kitchen table with her arms folded and her legs
crossed.  A pink five-inch high-heeled, open-toed pump dangled from her
toes.  She'd gone out that morning to buy various items of clothing,
including a couple pair of five-inch heels.  She never would have
considered shoes like this in the past, but since she was playing the
role of Candi, she wanted to be faithful to the book.  Plus, she thought
it was kind of kinky.  And now that she wore them regularly, she was
surprised to find they weren't actually as uncomfortable as she imaged;
though that was because they had a three-quarter-inch platform, so they
really weren't much higher than her already high four-inch heels.

Loren sat across from Stephanie in his dark gray slacks, a white shirt
and black open-toed pumps.  His bright red bra showed clearly through
his shirt, especially as Stephanie had padded it slightly to give him
the appearance of having small breasts.  His dark red toenail and
fingernails stood out prominently as well.

"You know, as busy as we've been, we haven't had a chance to read much
further in Brandy's story," Stephanie said with a trace of
disappointment.

"I know.  I guess we'll have to wait until after the party to catch up
with Brandy and Candi," he said, suggesting for the first time that he
was willing to continue after the dinner.

Stephanie smiled, but didn't say anything directly.  "I wonder how our
author would handle a scene like our dinner party?" she asked.

"It would probably turn into an orgy," he said as he finished sorting
ingredients.

Stephanie laughed.  "Probably.  As you said, he lacks subtlety."  An
evil grin appeared on her lips, but she stifled it.  She waited a few
seconds.  "So you tell me, Mr. Author. . . sorry, Madame Author, how
would a decent writer handle a scene like our dinner party?  What would
you do to make the scene exciting?"

Loren folded his arms beneath his new breasts and crossed his legs in
the feminine manner Stephanie demanded.  "To make a dinner party
exciting, you need some sort of subtext.  You need double meanings and
little secrets going on, and you need to build suspense."

"Like what?  Give me an example," she said.

Loren failed to notice her intense interest.  "Well, the shared secret
that he's wearing women's underwear is a strong start.  You can build
all kinds of subtext from that.  Then you need a ticking time bomb,
something the audience knows is going to blow up on the main characters
but which they can't see.  Some sort of risk to up the stakes."

"You mean, like the guy's fly is open and he keeps getting ready to
stand up?"

"Nothing that obvious, but that's the general idea.  Something that
keeps the danger of getting caught right up there in the front of the
reader's mind."

"What else?"

"If I was writing it, I'd probably end it with a dramatic reveal where
the couple gets caught."

"What would happen then?"

"Well, in a real book, the people would storm out pretty upset at being
brought into a perverted sex game.  In porn, I supposed they would jump
in and play along."

"Give me some ideas for a ticking time bomb."

Loren shrugged his shoulders.  "Nothing comes to mind. . . maybe the
zipper thing, like you said.  Or if I wanted to go over the top, I'd
have the guy wear a skirt and have to find ways to keep from standing
up.  Then I'd have one of the characters drop a fork and keep meaning to
pick it up, but getting caught up in the conversation."

Stephanie smiled.

"Of course, none of that would work in real life," Loren said, still
oblivious to her keen interest.

"Oh, of course," she agreed, trying to hide her excitement.

"So what am I wearing tomorrow?"  He held up his fingernails.  "I'm not
wearing this."

"No, of course, not.  The idea is to keep this our secret."

"So what am I wearing?"

"That will be my little surprise."

--0--

It was an hour before the guests were to arrive.  Stephanie was excited.
She had decided to stay in the Candi character, despite the party.
Hence, she planned to wear more risqué clothes than she normally would.
Specifically, she decided to wear an ultra-tight pink mini-dress, which
she'd always avoided because she thought it was too tight, with pink
thong panties and no bra.  To this, she added multiple earrings,
something she rarely did, and the five-inch pink heels she bought the
prior day.  She painted her finger and toenails silver.  She couldn't
wait to see if anyone caught on to anything unusual about her. . . or
Loren.

Loren was a nervous wreck.  All day he'd been watching the clock tick
down and with each passing second, his terror grew.  When it finally
came time to change, he almost couldn't go through with it.  In fact, he
nearly begged Stephanie to change her mind, but he knew she wouldn't.

Loren stripped off his makeup and the nail polish from his fingers and
took a long hot shower to calm himself down.  He left the bright red
polish on his toes, as instructed.  He also made sure to shave his
entire body again so there was no stubble.  When he finished, he toweled
himself dry and stepped into the bedroom, where Stephanie had laid out
his clothes.  On the bed were pink panties, a pink bra, tan stockings,
some black dress pants he hadn't seen before, and a pinkish-red sweater
he hadn't seen before either.

"Where did the pants and sweater come from?"

Stephanie sat as her vanity table checking her makeup.  "I picked those
up when I got my new five-inch heels."

"Why?" he asked as he picked up the knitted sweater and turned it
uncomfortably in his hand.  It had a subtle heart pattern, a mock-
turtleneck and three-quarter sleeves.  The sweater sat on that fine line
where it was neither masculine nor feminine and how people perceived it
would probably depend on who wore it.

"I thought they would look nice on you."  She paused.  "You don't have
to wear the sweater if you don't want to," Stephanie said innocently,
"but the pink bra shows right through your dress shirt."

Loren shivered.  "No, I'll wear it," he said before sliding on the
panties and then attaching the bra.  He pulled the pantyhose up his
legs.  Then he walked over to his sock drawer.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked as she watched him in her
mirror.

"I'm getting some socks."

"No way, Laura."

"What?!"

"No socks.  You wear what I give you or nothing."

"But everyone will see I'm wearing pantyhose!"

"Don't be so paranoid.  They won't be looking at your ankles.  Besides,
the pants I got you are longer than your normal pants and will cover you
better."

Loren scowled.  "How can I wear longer pants?  I'll be stepping on them
all night and my wingtips will rip right through them," he said sharply.

"Don't get nasty with me Laura.  And if you want to wear shorter pants
and show everyone your pantyhose, that's fine by me.  Personally, if I
were as concerned about getting caught as you claim to be, then I would
choose the longer pants, but it's up to you."  She paused to watch
Loren's expression as he picked up the pants.  They were black but with
a nearly invisible reddish plaid pattern.  They had a hidden side
zipper, which was distinctly not masculine, and they were wider at the
bottom than they were in the leg.

"Oh no," Loren groaned.

"Oh yes," she said.  "And as for tripping over them, you won't be
tripping over them in your wingtips because you aren't wearing your
wingtips."  She rose and walked over to the side of the bed, where
sitting unnoticed by Loren, were a pair of Stephanie's black loafers.
These looked exactly like Loren's normal loafers except they had a one
and a half-inch block heel as compared to the half-inch heel his male
loafers had.

"I can't!"

"You can and you will!"

Loren stared at his wife.  "Everyone will know!"

"Only if you go around telling them.  Seriously, are you planning to put
your feet up on the table?  They look just like male loafers and with
the extra length in the pants, no one will notice a thing about your
shoes."

"But--"

"No 'but,' dear.  Get dressed."  She patted him on the rear before
returning to the vanity and the lipstick pencil in her hand.

Loren took a deep breath and got dressed.  When he finished, he examined
himself in the mirror.  He wasn't obviously feminine, but he wasn't as
masculine as usual either.  The sweater wasn't overtly feminine, but it
was tight, which allowed hints of the bra straps to show through at the
back.  Plus, Stephanie insisted on padding the bra ever so slightly,
which gave him the appearance of very small breasts.  The pants looked
masculine enough that no one would question them, unless they noticed
the missing zipper.  The loafers gave just a hint of something being
off, especially when he walked.  Fortunately for Loren, it was only a
hint and it wasn't enough to scream "women's shoes."  Where the problem
really began, however, was his face.  Stephanie miscalculated a bit on
his eyebrows the prior day and they had crossed over into "oddly
feminine."  Also, the way she had curled his collar-length hair to give
it a frizzy look made his hair seem effeminate.  The clear polish on his
fingernails didn't help either, as it gave his hands a soft, sparkly
appearance.  Would anyone who didn't know what to look for notice?
Loren didn't know, and that worried him.

Stephanie didn't know either.  But unlike Loren, it excited her to find
out.  And what excited her even more were the surprises she had planned
for poor Laura!


Chapter 6: "Feminine Roulette"

Loren wanted to wait at the table as the guests arrived so they never
got a chance to see his pants and shoes.  Stephanie wouldn't hear of it.
She made Loren open the door as she stood behind him so she could watch
their faces.  If they made him, she wanted to witness the moment.

First to arrive were Kathleen and Peter.  Kathleen was Stephanie's
friend since college and actually lived a few houses down.  She wore a
dark blue, figure-hugging, calf-length dress with a thin black belt and
basic mid-heeled black pumps.  She kissed Loren on the cheek before
hugging Stephanie.  She didn't seem to notice anything.  Her husband
Peter wore khaki pants and a blue blazer.  He shook Loren's hand and
also noticed nothing.  Stephanie was almost disappointed.

Moments later, Jane and Greg arrived.  Jane was Stephanie's friend from
work.  She wore black pants, a copper turtle-neck sweater, and reddish-
brown boots with a minor heel.  Greg wore brown corduroy pants, black
loafers and a tweed jacket.  They didn't notice anything either.

When they were all seated, Stephanie asked what everyone wanted to
drink.  She then fetched the drinks as the two couples and Loren started
the conversation.  She returned just in time for the evening's first
hiccup.

"Loren, I have to ask.  Are you wearing perfume?" Kathleen asked bluntly
as she took the wine glass from Stephanie.

The color left Loren's face.  "Uh. . . no, I'm not wearing it. . . uh,
well, actually yes, I am 'wearing' it, but I didn't put it on if that's
what you mean," said Loren, who sat between Kathleen and Jane and
directly across from Stephanie.

Kathleen cocked her head and looked confused, while Jane sniffed at
Loren.

"What I mean is, I was walking past Stephanie when she was putting on
her perfume and I inadvertently walked through a cloud of it," he
explained.  In truth, Stephanie shot him with a blast of her perfume as
he pulled on the sweater.  When he asked how he would explain this,
Stephanie responded that she was sure he would think of something.

Kathleen laughed.  "That's ok, sweetie, you smell pretty," she said and
she patted his hand.  But the moment she did, she raised an eyebrow and
looked down at his hand.  "Did you also happen to be walking past when
Stephie was doing her nails?"

Terror struck Loren and he froze, though his erection returned with a
vengeance.

Kathleen held up his hand.  "Unless I'm mistaken, someone got a
manicure!"

"Leave the poor fellow alone," said Peter.  "I'm sorry Loren, my wife
recently went to a drag show and she's been talking about it non-stop.
You'd think she was obsessed."

"Ignore him," she said drolly.  "Where do you get your manicures,
sweetie?"

Loren's face turned bright red.  "I, uh, don't.  I mean, this was the
first time.  I, uh, won a raffle and the prize was a manicure and I
figured it couldn't hurt to look good."

"Did you get your toes done too?" she asked.

"No," he said cautiously.

"You don't sound so sure, maybe we should check?" she said as she
pretended to look under the table.  Fortunately, she only pretended.

Loren instinctively shifted his feet away from Kathleen.

Kathleen turned to face Stephanie.  "I don't know, Stephanie.  Perfume.
. . nail polish.  It sounds like your husband's becoming a regular
sissy," she said with a laugh.

Stephanie laughed.  "Don't I know it!  You should have seen how hard I
had to fight to keep him from asking for cherry-red nail polish!  And
you wouldn't believe the lengths I have to go to protect my closet!  Who
knew being married to a sissy would be so much work!"  She winked at
Loren as all three women burst out giggling.  The husbands looked
uncomfortable.

Loren scowled.  "Give me a break!"

"What do you call her when she's dressed?" Jane asked, joining the joke.

"She calls herself 'Laura'!" Stephanie said.

"How precious!" squealed Kathleen.  "I'm trying to imagine Laura cooking
you dinner in her best little housewife dress."  She turned to Loren.
"Tell me Laura, do you prefer skirts or dresses?"

"Laura's more of a pants girl," Stephanie said.

Loren suddenly felt a rush of terror.  Was she about to expose him?

Kathleen threw her hand out in an exaggerated way and let her wrist drop
limp.  "Pshaw!  Sissy's don't like pants, they all wants skirts.
Nothing says 'feminine' more than a skirt."

"Personally, I think heels are more feminine," Stephanie said.

"Or panties!" Jane said.

"Oh, that's true," Kathleen said.  "So Laura, what have you found to be
the most feminine article of your new wardrobe?"

Loren gave her a sour look.  Before he could speak, however, Peter spoke
up:  "Leave the poor guy alone."

"Oh Peter," Kathleen said.  "Don't be such a spoilsport.  We were just
teasing Loren and he was being a great sport about it.  Then you had to
go and be a jerk about it."  She took a sip of her wine.  "Sometimes I
don't know how I married such a close-minded man!  Besides, it doesn't
matter what he wears.  If he really was wearing Stephanie's clothes,
then I say good for having such an evolved relationship."  She patted
Loren on the wrist as she said this.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow.  "You don't think it would be a little
weird for a wife to let her husband wear her clothes?"

"No, I don't."

"So it wouldn't bother you if Peter came home in a skirt?"

She laughed.  "I didn't say that!  He definitely doesn't have the legs
to carry off a skirt."  She rubbed her chin.  "But no, it wouldn't
bother me one bit.  I think the world would be a better place if more
men were in touch with their feminine sides."

"I'll drink to that," Jane said and raised her glass.  The other women
followed.  The men didn't.

After that, the conversation turned to other issues for some time.

--0--

Later, as Loren listened to Greg describe a work of art his museum had
restored, he felt Stephanie's feet wrap around his ankles beneath the
table.  She rubbed her foot up and down his leg beneath his pants.  He
couldn't wait for her feet to keep moving higher.  She winked at him.
He smiled back.  Suddenly her feet slid down on each side of his left
foot and yanked.  Somehow, she managed to pull his shoe off his foot.
His heart skipped a beat.  What was she doing!  If anyone looked under
the table right now, they could see his nylon encased foot and his red
painted toenails!

Then he felt her feet surround his other foot.  Pulling his foot away
would do no good because her feet were already in place, plus he
couldn't risk angering her because he needed the other shoe back.

Loren imperceptibly shook his head at her, pleading with her not to do
this.  She smiled and slowly nodded back.  He shook his head again.  A
sinister smile settled on her lips.  She nodded again and he knew it
would happen.  He bit his lip and let her slide the other loafer off his
foot and take it away.  He now wore no shoes, and if anyone dropped a
fork or napkin, or for any reason looked under the table, he would be
caught.  His heart raced as he waited to see what happened next.  He
felt his underarms begin to sweat.  But Stephanie seemed in no hurry to
do anything.  Instead, she turned her attention to the conversation and
exchanged several thoughts with Greg.  Loren waited pensively, not
knowing what to expect, terrified that someone would notice.  Minute
after minute he waited to be caught.

After what seemed like an eternity, he felt her foot again.  She dropped
his shoes, one at a time on top of his feet.  He breathed a huge sigh of
relief and maneuvered the shoes so he could slide his feet into them.
But when he slid his foot into the first shoe, he immediately realized
these weren't the loafers.  These were Stephanie's pink, five-inch
heels!

Loren shook his head as vigorously as possible without anyone noticing.
The sinister grin returned to Stephanie's lips.  She nodded.  Loren put
his finger together as if he was praying.  She shook her head.  Loren
pleaded with his eyes.  Stephanie squinted at him and appeared
momentarily like she would growl.  She tapped her fingernail once
against her wine glass.  Fortunately, the others were wrapped up in a
debate about the meaning of the painting Greg had described, so they
didn't notice this exchange.

Loren swallowed hard.  He had no idea where this was headed, but there
was only one way out, and that was to move forward and to hope that
Stephanie would quickly return his shoes before anyone noticed.  He
slipped his feet into the heels, knowing that if anyone looked under the
table now, he would be ruined.  He nodded to Stephanie.

A moment later, Stephanie rose from her seat.  "I need to check the
stove and then I'll be back with the soup."  She walked far enough away
from the table that Loren could see she wore his loafers.  Then she
stopped.  "Loren, can you come help me with the soup?"

Loren froze.  What was Stephanie thinking?  If he stood up now, there
was no way he wouldn't be caught.

"Well, are you coming?" she repeated.  He could see her smiling
mischievously.

"I. . . uh--"

"Oh wait," she said looking at her watch, "the soup won't be done for
another five minutes.  I don't need help yet, dear."  With that, she
disappeared into the kitchen.

As the others began discussing prior vacations, Loren sat there
terrified.  All it would take was for one of them to knock something off
the table or to get up to use the bathroom or visit Stephanie in the
kitchen and he would be exposed.  It would be impossible to miss the
bright pink high-heeled shoes on his feet.  He wasn't even sure if the
table cloth was long enough to keep Kathleen or Jane from seeing his
shoes if they just leaned back, or if Peter or Greg could see them if he
stuck his feet too far out the other side to hide them from Kathleen and
Jane?  Where exactly did he need to keep his feet to keep them hidden?
His mouth went dry.  Sweat dripped down his armpits.  Yet, he was
intensely erect.

Stephanie returned from the kitchen momentarily with a bottle of wine.
She gave it to Peter to open as he held the opener.  Then she asked
Kathleen about a broach she wore.  As she and Kathleen chatted about the
broach, Loren felt Stephanie's feet touch his feet again.  She wanted
her shoes back and he wasted no time in helping her.  He felt relieved
to be rid of the incriminating pink heels and even more relieved to feel
her slide the loafers back over to him. . . only, it wasn't the loafers.

At some point in the kitchen, Stephanie swapped out the loafers for some
other pair of shoes.  Loren couldn't see them, but he could feel they
had a higher heel than the loafers, though nowhere near as high as the
pink heels.  They also felt like they had a much narrower heel than the
loafers.  He couldn't tell for sure, but these seemed smooth and had a
closed toe.  He slid them on, but he was terrified what they looked
like.  For all he knew, they were bright red!  And he couldn't look
because he feared looking would draw Kathleen or Jane's eyes to his
feet.

Stephanie rose again.  "This time I really could use your help, dear."

Loren felt the sweat running down the sides of his chest.  He
desperately hoped she would change her mind and tell him to stay seated.
She didn't.  Slowly, reluctantly, Loren rose to his feet.  He realized
immediately, these shoes had a very thin heel because he had to balance.
Based on the added height, he estimated they had a two-inch heel, maybe
two and a half.  He prayed they were black, dull and unnoticeable.  Like
a condemned man, he stepped away from the table.  He took his first
step, unable to look down without drawing attention to himself.  Then
another, then another.  Soon he was in the kitchen, out of sight.  He
wanted to scream at Stephanie, but she grabbed him first and kissed him.

"This is sooo exciting!" she whispered and jumped up and down.

"It's terrifying!  How could you?!" he demanded, also in a whisper.

"Don't be such a sissy!"  He started to protest, but she told him to
stop.

"We need to serve food.  Just be a good girl tonight and follow my lead
and you'll come through this with your masculinity intact.  But mess up
and Jane and Kathleen will be all over you.  You'll be the new project
and they'll never let you become a man again!"

Loren gritted his teeth.  He had to trust her, he had no choice, but he
was starting to hate this game.  He enjoyed Stephanie teasing him, but
this was too much.  He took a deep breath.  Only then did he look down
at his feet.  He saw a pair of basic black pumps with a narrow two-inch
heel.  Fortunately, his long pants almost entirely covered them.

"Where are my loafers?"

"Oh, I didn't like those."

"I want them back?"

She smirked.  "Don't push me, dear," she sang, "unless you want to wear
mine again?  I'll happily make you wear them for the rest of the
dinner."

He shuddered.

She handed him the pot to take to the table.  "And if you want my
advice, don't draw any attention to your feet.  When you walk, the
pantyhose do show.  Also, you better be more careful walking on the
tiles in here because your heels make an awful racket."

Loren returned to the table quite nervous.  He had to admit though, it
was indeed thrilling.  But it was also sickening.  Twice more, Stephanie
called upon him to help her bring food from the kitchen.  Each time, he
was terrified someone would spot him and yell out:  "he's wearing
heels!"  But they didn't.

--0--

When they finished eating, it was time to clean up the dishes.  Loren
volunteered to stay behind as the others moved to the living room so he
could clear the table and clean the kitchen, but Stephanie made a big
show of having none of it.

"I'll clean up the table, dear.  You do so much around here already.
Why don't all of you go to the living room where Loren can serve you a
little Brandy and tell you about his latest book."

Her threat was clear.  So he agreed.

Loren managed to serve the drinks without anyone noticing his shoes,
mainly by keeping his knees slightly bent so his pants hung all the way
to the carpet.  It also helped that the others were already slightly
intoxicated from the wine, and thus weren't particularly observant at
the moment.  When everyone had a drink, Loren quickly sat down on the
couch where the coffee table could hide his feet.

"So Loren, what are you writing now?" Greg asked.

Just then Stephanie came from the kitchen.  "You're not going to believe
this, Greg!  Tell him what your agent told you, dear!"

"Hold on!  I'm not writing anything yet," Loren said defensively.

"Now I'm intrigued," Kathleen said.  "Why so defensive, Loren?"

Loren's face turned red.  He realized he just made a much bigger deal of
the issue.  "I just want to be clear.  I'm a political thriller writer.
What Stephanie is talking about is something my agent suggested, but I'm
not doing that."

"And what would that be?" Jane asked.

"Go on, dear," Stephanie prodded him as she sat down next to him and put
her hand on his knee.

Loren saw everyone in the room staring at him.  "She said porno is what
sells now," he said uncomfortably.

"Porno?!" said several of the surprised guests.

"Not just 'porno'," said Stephanie with a laugh.  She was tipsy as well
and Loren realized this could mean danger because alcohol tended to make
her very talkative.  "Tell them what kind of porno."

Loren's face turned even redder.  It wouldn't have bothered him to say
this a week ago, but the fact he was wearing panties, women's shoes and
a bra suddenly gave him a great deal of shame on this topic.
"Transvestite fiction."

"You mean like men in drag?!" Kathleen hooted.  Again, the husbands
looked uncomfortable.

"That's what she said sells right now," Loren added quickly.

"Well, you go girl!" Kathleen added.

Loren expected more, but it never came.  Instead, they moved on to other
topics.  And about forty minutes later, they decided to call it a night.
By this point, Loren figured he was safe as no one had mentioned
anything.  So when he and Stephanie saw the two couples to the door, he
thought nothing of it.  He wasn't even all that careful about hiding his
feet.

Then it happened.

With Jane and Greg already gone and Peter sliding on his coat, Kathleen,
who was still a little tipsy, dropped her purse.  She crouched down to
pick it up.  Loren looked down at her and suddenly realized she had a
clear view of his feet. . . less than an arms length away.  He felt his
stomach drop.  Had she noticed?  She must have noticed?

Kathleen stood up again, holding her purse, and gave Stephanie a huge
hug and peck on the cheek.  "Good night, dear.  Thanks for having us!"

"Anytime," Stephanie said and kissed her back.

Peter stepped through the door.  Then Kathleen hugged Loren and kissed
him on the cheek as well.  "Good night and no hard feelings, Laura," she
said quietly in his ear and giggled.

They were gone.

"Oh my God!  What a rush!" Stephanie squealed after she closed the door.
"We've got to do that again!"

"No way!  It was terrifying!" Loren responded.

"Don't give me that, you were hard as a rock all night.  You loved it!"

"I hated it!  And Kathleen knew!"

"She doesn't know."

"Yes she does!  She bent down and saw these damn shoes you made me wear
and then whispered 'Laura' in my ear!"

"You're overreacting.  She was just having one last joke with you about
the teasing she gave you earlier."

"No.  She knows!  I'm ruined."  He stormed off toward the kitchen with
his heels echoing each step along the way off the hardwood floor in
their hallway.  Stephanie followed him.  "And you told them!  Why did
you tell them?!" he demanded when they reached the kitchen.

"I never said anything."

A tear actually formed at the edge of Loren's eye.  "What were you
thinking making me swap shoes with you?  If one of them had dropped a
fork or something I was finished!"

"Aw, was the wittle girl scared?" Stephanie mocked him.

"And pumps?  It's bad enough you made me wear women's loafers, but
switching to pumps?!"

Stephanie smiled.  She walked over to him and placed her hand on his
rock hard penis through his slacks.  "I know what would help you forget
the night?"

"I'm not in the mood," he said, though he realized he was very much in
the mood.

"Not in the mood?  Not in the mood for a little reward for how well you
did tonight?"

She began to unzip his pants.  He had wanted to ejaculate for three days
now, but she wouldn't let him.  The thought that he would finally get
his wish wiped everything else from his mind.  He exhaled.  "You mean
it?"

"Of course, I mean it.  But there are two conditions."

He furrowed his brow.  "What conditions?"

"First, I'm on top.  You're too fast when you're on top."

"And the second?"

"I choose the lingerie."

He looked confused.  "I never get to choose your lingerie?"

"I mean yours."