He married Nora

By Throne

Synopsis: Nora is middle-aged and husband Willy is half as old. She treats him like a sissy, domestic help, and sex slave. Then she acquires a manly lover, Karl. The mistreated husband descends ever deeper into girlishness.


Willy was scurrying around his wife Nora's palatial home wearing only
shorts with suspenders, a ruffle-fronted shirt, knee-high socks, and
shoes with two inch heels. The entire outfit was in shades of yellow,
even the shoes, which were a bright glossy sunflower color. His collar
length hair had been dyed saffron and put into a ribboned braid at
either side of his head. He looked like a schoolgirl with no fashion
sense or else some sort of ultimate sissy. It was uttery shameful but
it was also the way his spouse insisted he dress. Now he was trying to
find her so she could tell him what household chore he had to perform
next. As he rushed into the master bedroom he saw her sitting on the
edge of the bed with her hands-free headset on, talking to someone on
the phone.

For long moments Willy simply stood there, drinking in the vision that
was his bride. He was 21 and Nora 42, but their age difference didn't
bother him. What he focused on was his wife's appearance. While Willy
stood a mere 4 foot 11, she was a towering six-footer. His slender body
looked weak next to her full figure: thrusting bosom, broad hips,
jutting backside, heavy but firm thighs, solid calves. At the moment,
sitting on the edge of her huge, canopied bed, she was wearing only a
clinging tube top and mini-shorts. Nora's dark hair was pulled back in
a casual ponytail that hung halfway down her back. The little man
whimpered with longing as she threw back her head and laughed, making
her heavy breasts rise and fall. At last she noticed him and scowled,
as if his presence in her home was an ongoing annoyance. And it was her
home. She had been married before and, when her first husband had a
complete mental breakdown, she ended up owning everything, including his
considerable fortune. Willy was her second Mister. In the year since
their marriage she had crushed his ego, robbed him of his masculinity,
and made it plain that no escape route existed. The girly outfit he was
sporting was typical of what he had to wear every single day.

To the phone she said, "Excuse me a second, Lover. My pathetic wimp of
a husband is here pestering me about who-knows-what."

Then, to the cowering Willy she said angrily, "What do I need to explain
to you now, you imbecile?"

He shuddered and turned his eyes downward. "I'm sorry, dearest," he
said in the simpering, feminine voice she required him to use to show
respect for her and, after licking his lips, which were coated with
cherry lip gloss like some silly 14 year old might use, went on, "It's
just that I finished cleaning under the edges of all the throw rugs on
the first floor with the dust pan and brush."

Nora loved to assign him barely necessary tasks like that. "And I was
wondering what you'd like me to do now."

She sighed loudly. "Well, I suppose I have to give you something to do
just to keep you out of mischief."

She paused as if considering what task to assign him, even though she
knew exactly what she was going to say. Then, after letting him squirm
for a few extra moments, she announced, "You will go to my walk-in
closet in the changing room and wipe down all of my boots. I'm not sure
what I'll be wearing later so I need every pair to be perfect. Now go,
so I can get back to my phone call," she finished dismissively.

He curtsied, then left the room walking carefully on his heels, aware of
how they made his hairless legs shapely and how they gave him a feminine
gait. As he exited, Willy heard her resume her conversation. "Sorry,
Lover, but I have to manage every minute of my pitiable husband's time.
He is totally helpless without me. But what I'd rather be doing is
talking to you about your hunky body and that huge piece of meat between
your legs."

As he passed out of hearing range Willy couldn't help mentally comparing
himself to Nora's lover. His poor little penis was barely over two
inches long, and that was when it was hard, which it often was because
of the way Nora teased him mercilessly with her body. He went into the
changing room and put his small hands on the door handles of her closet.
As he opened the doors the scent of leather nearly overwhelmed him. The
sight of her many shoes and boots got his tiny dick hard. Hanging above
all that footwear were her leather dresses, jackets and coats. The next
closet contained a number of her furs. He felt unsteady being so close
to the exotic items that had covered his wife's exciting body.

Soon he had gotten a fresh polishing rag and was carefully buffing the
firm leather of her shoes and boots. His balls, the size of marbles,
throbbed. He ached to empty them of their meager contents but couldn't
without permission from his demanding bride. Instead he gritted his
teeth and continued working, often pausing to bring one of the shoes up
to his nose and sniff it or rub the upper of a boot against his cheek,
which made him whimper softly with thwarted desire. Willy labored on
and on while Nora enjoyed herself and looked forward to her evening. He
had worked himself up into a state of nervous confusion when she
appeared unexpectedly behind him. Startled, he almost dropped the high-
topped, glossy black boot he was vigorously polishing. Nora scowled at
him. He cowered before her critical expression. She said, "I'm feeling
a bit stressed but I don't want an orgasm. So you're going to relax me
the OTHER way, wussy boy."

He cringed at her words. What she had in mind was a new act he had been
taught to perform, one that upset him, but like anything that involved
contact with her body, it also excited him. She said, "Well?"

Willy put the boot he had been working on carefully back into its place.
Then he reached up and took down a special dress of oxblood red leather.
Nora smirked down at him as she slipped out of the few small garments
she had been wearing and stepped into the dress. It was snug but that
was intentional. He marvelled at the ways it hugged her generous
curves. It zipped up the front so that he didn't get the extra treat of
helping her close it. Then she selected a pair of tall boots, dark
brown with a row of silver studs around their tops, went and sat on a
comfortable chair, and made a show of slowly slipping them on. She
crooked a finger at him and waggled it. He followed meekly as she
returned to the bedroom. As they were walking his eyes never left her
bottom and the slit up the center of the portion of the dress that
covered it, and how the bare flesh of her inner buttocks kept flashing
at him, as well as her deep nether cleavage. When they were back in the
bedroom she pointed imperiously to a wide-seated chair. Willy knelt
before it and laid the back of his head on its thick, yielding cushion.
Nora stood with her feet apart on either side of him and lowered her
heavy bottom over his upturned face. As she came down the slit in the
dress spread and the deep crack of her ass fitted itself over his
features. Hot and humid, the tightly fitting flesh buried him and
nearly cut off his air. But he knew how to breath shallowly and still
do what she expected. With his cowardly heart racing, Willy stuck out
his tongue and began administering the special type of stress relief his
wife demanded. Her weight bore down on him, pressing his head down into
the cushion as he strove to make her happy. He must have been
succeeding because she reached down and tickled his immature penis
through the front of his shorts and the panties he wore under them. He
gasped and almost lost control of his breathing.

Nora wriggled her hips contentedly. Having a sissified husband who had
been reduced to domestic help and a sex slave was marvelous. Having a
tall, muscular lover at the same time was heaven. It especially pleased
her that cheating on her wimp husband with the stud distressed the
little girly man endlessly. And what went along with those lovemaking
sessions only added to her perverse fun. Nora's nipples grew stiff and
tingled. She smiled as her second husband's tongue moved tirelessly.
He was so eager to please her, to avoid one of her nasty punishments and
perhaps even earn some small favor, like the teasing she was now giving
his needy penis. Nora smiled as she withdrew her hand and left him
writhing with frustration. Then she raised her big bottom enough to let
him draw one deep breath before she settled it over his flushed face
again. Best of all, the analingus that was half suffocating him was
bringing her a small bit of stress relief, which was important because
her date was drawing nearer. After just more than a half hour she
relented and stood up, glancing down at her husband's red, sweaty face
and granting him a smile that might mean she was satisfied, or that she
was mocking him, but probably was meant to convey some of both. He
licked his lips and got up unsteadily.

"Down to the laundry room," she told him curtly. "There are about a
dozen pairs of my dirty panties in one of those cute little baskets I
bought. You have time so suck the crotch and seat of each pair clean
before you hand wash them. Get out of those nice clothes first and put
on your shift."

Willy lowered his head. He hated to wear the shift. It was a drab
shapeless garment that hung from straps over his narrow shoulders. As
much as he had initially been put off by having to wear girly outfits,
they had come to represent Nora caring about how he looked and, by
extension, caring about him. At least, that was what she had gotten him
thinking. She wanted her demasculinized spouse to eventually cherish
the foolish styles he was made to mince around in. So it was with
extreme reluctance that he shed the yellow outfit and changed into the
unflattering shift. He went to the bare laundry room and spotted the
basket full of worn panties, which had been in intimate contact with his
wife's most private parts. Hands trembling, he selected a pair of pink
panties and held them over his face. Willy's inadequate member rose up
under the scratchy material of the despised shift. He rubbed the
panties all over his face in ecstasy. Then it struck him that he was a
man and shouldn't behave like that. Shame rose up and possessed him as
he nevertheless fed the crotch of the filmy garment into his mouth and
postioned the most soiled area on his tongue, then began sucking on it,
tasting the strong flavors of his wife's sweat and vaginal fluids. He
shuddered with degradation and then arousal as he mood swung back toward
his usual submissiveness. The occasional moments of attempted recovery
from all Nora had done to him were, though he never understood it, also
controlled by her. She loved to spot him when he was having one of them
and watch his face reflect first horror at what she was making him over
into, and then surrender and perverse pleasure as he sank again into the
delight of surrender.

Over an hour later he had finally cleaned all the dirty panties, front
and back, by mouth. His mind was spinning from being allowed so much of
the flavor of his wife's body. He gingerly hand washed each pair in
warm water with a gentle soap product in it. Nora appeared as he was
finishing and gave him a hard look. She said, "What's that on the
floor?"

Willy shifted his eyes downward and was shocked to see a fallen pair of
panties at his feet, lying on the dirty floor. He stood there with his
lower lip quivering as he fought back tears of fear. Nora, he knew, was
going to inflict one of her creative and sadistic punishments. She
scowled at him until he felt close to fainting and then ordered, "Drink
that dishpan full of soapy water. Do it."

He sniffled as he picked it up, aware that there was not only soap but
all the uncleanliness that he had washed out of his wife's lingerie, in
that water. Willy brought the edge of the dishpan up to his twitching
lips and began to drink. His wife was so displeased that he didn't dare
stop. He kept gulping it down until he reached the dregs, thick with
particles of dirt, and swallowed that too. His stomach turned over from
the large amount of water, all the soap and filth in it, and the mental
pressure of having his wife make him contravent his own will. He stood
there with tears forming in his eyes and suppressed a belch. She moved
close to him and let her leg rub against his immature penis through the
shift. He moaned and let his head fall back as discomfort and pleasure
became confused in this mind, a condition she eagerly promoted. By the
time she stepped away he was close to cumming but, as so often happened,
she didn't let him have relief. She snapped at him to strip, go get
into the new outfit that had been laid out on his bed, and then come and
be inspected.

Willy, feeling queasy, hurried off to the tiny room that was his. It
was painted in bright candy colors and was only large enough to hold his
small bed. On top of the bedspread, which was bright pink and had
ruffles around its edges, was what he was expected to wear. It was a
narrow red sheath of some satiny material, with two holes in each end,
and a larger opening between the pair at what he decided was the top.
Willy laid on his back on the bed, stretched the widest hole and
inserted his feet into it. By wriggling at the same time he pulled it
up he was able to drag the snug length of material up his body and then
poke his bare feet through the two holes at the bottom. He got his arms
inside and worked the larger opening up until it was around his neck,
the elasticity of the satiny fabric making it a close fit. Then he got
his hands through the two holes alongside his head. As he carefully
stood the clinging material rubbed intimatly against his bare skin,
stimulating his nipples and penis. He could walk but could only take
tiny mincing steps. As he passed the tall framed mirror next to the
door Willy saw just how ridiculous and feminized he appreared. The
sheath clung to him, outlining his slender body. He didn't want anyone
to see him like that but he knew better than to ignore his wife's order
to go to her.

When Willy reached the changing room Nora was busy inspecting her outfit
in the triple, fashion-house style mirrors that stood in the corner.
Her husband stopped, his plight forgotten for the moment, to take in the
ravishing sight she presented. She wore a low-cut top that hugged her
full bust, a tiny skirt that left her stunning thighs uncovered, a wide
leather belt, and red hooker shoes with stacked heels. She noticed him
in the mirror and turned her head, then smiled, amused. "That's the
perfect sissy look for you, Willy. Come over here and let me do
something cute with your hair."

He moved toward her, wishing he wasn't restricted to taking such small
steps. The sheath continued to rub against his receptive nipples,
keeping him stimulated. Nora fussed with his hair, taking it out of
pigtails and using some product on it so she could make it fuller. She
casually mentioned that she was going to let it grow out to add to his
girlyness. Then she shocked him by applying eye-liner, lash thickener,
and eye-lid shade. She had never made up his face before. A touch of
rouge went onto his cheeks and then she stepped back to observe. "How
delightfully swishy. I'm sure our visitor will just love seeing you
that way."

He tensed. The idea of someone else seeing him like that was horrid.
Then she finished her work by applying lip-liner, black cherry lipstick,
and a thick overcoat of gloss. "That mouth looks ready for action," she
teased, though he failed to find any humor in her remark. With his face
done she paused a moment before deciding to add earrings, then selected
a pair of large gold hearts that clipped tightly onto his lobes. She
decided out loud that she would also have his ears pierced as soon as
she could. Willy was in total distress.

"What's the matter, weakling?" she wanted to know. "Does it scare you
to be taken from sissy boy to sissy girl?"

When he nodded wordlessly she just laughed at him. Then she ordered him
to slip into a pair of three inch crimson heels she had ready and go to
the front door so he could open it when her guest arrived. He went as
fast as his bizarre outfit permitted and then stood nervously by the
door, dreading what would happen next. He waited for fifteen minutes
that seemed endless. Then the doorbell rang. Timorously, the femmed up
husband bent over at the waist so that his trapped hand could reach the
knob, and opened the door. Confronting him was a tall, thick-chested
man with a rugged face. He had on a dark green, pocketless T-shirt, a
brown leather bomber jacket, expensive denim jeans, and black boots. He
looked down at Willy and snickered at the ridiculous picture he made.
He cupped the trembling husband's chin in his rough hand and held it
until Willy was blinking back tears. Then he simply pushed past, nearly
tipping over the hampered sissy, and vanished into the house like he
owned it. Willy followed, feeling like he was about to experience a
nervous collapse. He found his wife embracing the manly stranger, who
was openly running his hands up and down her curves. Willy, gripped by
fear,shame and inadequacy, couldn't move. The pair broke their open-
mouthed kiss. Nora said breathily, "I'm so glad you're here, Karl.
Having my chicken-ass husband lick my pussy gives me orgasms but what I
really need is a long thick cock inside me.

Karl smiled. "No problem, baby. You told me that sissy over there
doesn't have much between his legs. How small is it, really?"

She chuckled and went to Willy. Grabbing the material on either side of
his crotch she pulled, revealling that there was another small opening
there. She pressed the front of the sheath to his body so that his
undersized penis and testicles popped through, then released it so it
snapped back elastically around the base of his organs, holding them
outside his single garment. His humiliation doubled at having his
sexual inadequacies put on display. He blushed deeply, his made-up face
taking on an even odder appearance. His wife and her new lover laughed
at him. She said, "You can see why I've never let him put that pathetic
worm near my precious snatch."

"I sure can. If he showed up at the locker room of the gym I own he'd
be laughed out of the place."

She went back to Karl and opened his pants, working free his member,
which was only starting to get hard and already over seven inches and
proportionatly thick. Nora stroked it eagerly and it grew to a rock
hard nine. She took Karl's jacket off him and then he pulled her top up
over her head, freeing her heavy breasts. Moments later they were naked
and on the bed.

The muscular man told Willy, "Go and stand in the corner, sissy girl,
with your face to the wall. It might be too much of a shock for you to
watch me give your wife what she wants. This time you can just listen.
I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on."

As Willy obeyed, he heard Nora say, "I'm already wet, baby. Don't make
me wait. Make me feel like a woman again."

Suddenly she was moaning and breathing faster. Willy had to listen in
shamed silence as his wife was thoroughly pleasured. All the time she
kept talking about how manly Karl was and what a poor substitute for a
male her husband had turned out to be. She urged Karl on -- and on --
and on -- until she had been shaken by three noisy climaxes. The
cocksman had such control over himself that he was able to wait until
she was totally sated before he allowed his own surging finish, which
had Nora telling him she was his to use however he pleased.

After that they became fulltime lovers, with poor Willy pulling down the
covers before they had sex, cooling them with a decorated paper fan,
serving them wine, and generally acting like their servant. Or maid.
His clothes became more girly than in the past, the cosmetics
everpresent, changes he couldn't get comfortable with. It was sooooo
humiliating to be prettied up that way, especially now that Karl was
there so often to see his feminized state. Often, when they were done
sharing their passion, he had to sleep curled up on a pet bed next to
the full-sized bed he had formerly shared with Nora. The couple loved
to talk dirty to each other, knowing that he heard everything, and then
they would listen to him cry himself to sleep. They got to cum all the
time and unfulfilled Willy got more and more horny.

***

"Girl!" Nora snapped. "Get in here right away. We need to talk."

Willy came, moving as fast as he could in the high heels she now always
had him wearing. The only other things he had on were pink leg warmers
and elbow-length pink gloves. His hair was getting longer and she had
styled it with gel so that there was a long curl in the middle of his
forehead. Today's make-up gave him a doll's wide eyes and bee-stung
lips. With his hairless crotch and little dick on display the look was
completed, thoroughly demeaning and surreally sissed out. She looked
him up and down, which made him blush furiously, then pointed to a spot
in front of her feet. As she had trained him to, he knelt before her.
Nora said, "You'll be thrilled to know that I've made a new friend on-
line, and she has a sweet plaything of a husband like you. She re-named
her hubby Sassy. Isn't that cute? Maybe you'll get a yummy name like
that, too. Anyway, she just e-mailed me and said she hasn't let him cum
for the last three weeks. You've waited a lot longer than that, of
course. But now we've decided to let you both squirt your little
peters, as a reminder that you're not allowed regular sex with us."

She chuckled. "And Sassy isn't allowed her spurt until you have yours.
So now we have to decide what would be an amusing way to have you empty
your laughably small balls. Let's see," she said thoughtfully. "How
shall we do it?"

The demasculinized husband stood there trying not to squirm with the
nervousness and anticipation that he was feeling. He was desperate to
orgasm but knew the way she let him wouldn't be fun. Then Nora's face
brightened. She said, "You're such a jerk that I'll make you jerk off
for me. And your sperm is so worthless that you'll do it into the
bathroom sink. Naturally, I'll supervise. Maybe I'll even give you
some special encouragement. Let's go, Princess."

He followed, his mind aswirl, his eyes on her impressive swaying bottom.
She made him stand in front of the sink and put one gloved hand on his
penis. He couldn't hold back a sigh, it felt so good. At the same
time, he had to see his face in the mirror. She stepped behind him and
told him to start stroking himelf. "Go on, wanker. I'm sure you did it
all the time before we were married. Didn't you?"

He nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Than you'll have your rhythm back in no time. But take it slow. Let's
make it last, my little pretty-pretty."

Willy moaned as his small member got stiff under his self-stimulation.
Nora reached around with both hands and began to tease his sensitive
nipples. He whimpered with need and squirmed helplessly. She pressed
her full bust against his back, leaned her face down, and blew into his
ear. She whispered, "Don't cum yet. Try not to think of me in bed with
Karl and how we satisfy each other. Try not to think of him slamming
that gorgeous cock of his into me over and over while you can only watch
and wait for orders."

She paused, then said, "What's the matter, little girl? Why are you
panting like that? Maybe I should make you stop and rest up -- for a
week or so -- before we try again. But then Sassy wouldn't get to shoot
her tiny amount of jizz. What shall we do, jerk-off? Let you keep
playing with your itty-bitty clitty down there and make it spit into the
sink, so we can wash all your useless nastiness down the drain? Shall
we? Shall we permit you to finish?"

She tweaked his nipples. "Right now? For sweet sweet Sassy? Cum for
me now, jerky boy. Show me what you've got, clitty girl. Now or
never."

His hips jerked and a thin stream of watery ejaculate shot into the
sink. It was followed by two more, each smaller than it's predecessor,
and then -- much too soon -- his pleasure was over. He was nearly
weeping from disgrace. Nora snickered at him and made him rinse his cum
down the drain. She patted his bare bottom and told him to wet and wipe
the end of his dick. Then she put him immediately back to household
chores. As he picked up his feather duster, one with long colorful
plumes, he kept thinking about how the visions she had encouraged, of
her and Karl enjoying sex, had filled his mind while he masturbated.
And of how she was sure to tell her lover that she was married to a
whack-off artist. Poor Willy felt more defeated than he had since his
marital ordeal had begun. His wife had a studly bed partner. He,
Willy, was reduced to their sissy serving girl. And Nora was even
considering giving him a femmish name. He dreaded hearing Karl address
him as -- what? -- Candi or Sushi or Sweetlips or something even more
awful. Willy sniffled as he worked. His life was going to be an
unending descent into the depths of inescapable sissification.

Then he mentally pictured his wife and Karl in each other's arms,
kissing furiously. Against his will his nipples began to tingle. He
didn't understand it yet, but Nora was making him over not just outside,
but inside as well. She would not be satisfied until his mind was
remade into that of a silly girl, eager to please those who ran her
life, desperate for the seconds of pleasure they granted, even if those
times were darkly tinted by shame. An image came to him of Karl with
Nora on his lap, both of them naked. Willy hugged himself and licked
his lips, his eyes closed. Nora watched from a spot where he couldn't
see her. She was getting excited from seeing what a state she had
driven him to. In her mind she was dressing him in wildly girlish
outfits, re-making his personality. She stepped into his line of vision
and when he opened his eyes she told him, "I've decided to call you
Taffy. Now let's go to my bedroom. I have something that needs doing
right away."