House Husband/Wife

By: Judith Gold

On our honeymoon I got my first inkling that my new bride and the love of my life was not quite what I had expected. Yes we consummated the marriage, though she insisted she wanted to be on top during intercourse. It's not like I was going to crush her or anything. I'm only five foot six and at the time weighed about 140 pounds. I realize now that being on top put her in control and that was her primary motivation. I met Karen Clarkson while in college. It was my senior year and I was majoring in accounting. Karen, who had a degree in Petroleum Engineering, was in graduate school finishing her MBA. We both graduated in June. I was 21 and she was 28. We were married that summer and I moved into her large and luxurious home. Karen went to work for an oil exploration and production company at a mid six figure salary. I found a job as an accountant for a small construction company at a salary about one tenth of what my wife was making. My accounting job was pretty basic. I put in my time from 8:30 to 4:30 five days a week. I actually had to punch a time clock since the managers were usually out of the office at their construction job sites. Karen on the other hand often worked well into the evening and did a lot of traveling to visit drilling operations in South America and the Middle East. Because of Karen's heavy work load, most of the housework fell to me. I did all the laundry and ironing, the cleaning and most of the cooking. I know it sounds like a role reversal from the traditional 'husband is head of the house' arrangement. But Karen's high income let us both enjoy luxuries that I never could have experienced on my salary. It seemed like I was always horny, but Karen wasn't that enthusiastic about sex and it quickly became a once a week thing on Saturday nights. She remained firmly in charge of things, always on top and in control. After a couple months of marriage one night in bed I started petting Karen hoping to arouse her interest even though it was a week night. "What are you doing Harold? It's only Tuesday, not Saturday." "I ... I was hoping maybe we could ... you know." "Could do something different? Are you looking for a little variety in the bedroom dear?" "Um ... yes. Something different from our usual Saturday night love making." "Oh Harold, that's a great idea. Why don't you just crawl under the covers and use your mouth and tongue to give me pleasure?" "Um ... but we've never done that. I don't like the idea of putting my mouth down there." "Well maybe I don't like the idea of you sticking your little penis inside me and filling me with that disgusting sticky stuff either Harold. Maybe we should just forget about having intercourse in the future." "No. No. I want to keep having sex with you Karen." "Good girl. Now do as I say and get your face between my legs Harold." I was stuck. The idea of going down on her seemed repulsive to me, even though I had never actually tried it. But if I didn't do it, she was going to cut me off. I swallowed my pride and pulled back the bed covers. She spread her legs and using her hands guided my face to her pussy. I wasn't quite sure what to do, but Karen let me know what she liked and disliked by the moans of pleasure she emitted. It took a while but I was able to bring her to a climax which she seemed to enjoy very much. I carefully pulled away and returned to my side of the bed. I could taste her in my mouth and my face was sticky. "Go brush your teeth and wash you face Harold. You smell like day old tuna fish." I did as instructed, thankful to remove the evidence of my oral service to my wife. When I returned to bed I had an erection, hopeful that she would reciprocate. Alas, she was already asleep. I slept poorly that night as I remained sexually frustrated. The next morning we were having our coffee in the kitchen. "Harold dear, did you enjoy what we did last night?" I hate it when she asks me questions like that. If I say yes, she'll expect me to do it again. If I say no, she'll be mad at me and probably not want to have sex Saturday night. After a pause I finally said, "Yes I enjoyed it." "I'm so glad to hear that Harold. I know you're inexperienced when it comes to pleasing women orally, but I'm sure your technique will improve with lots of practice. Oh, and we've got to do something about your scratchy whiskers. From now on I want you to shave closely in the evening before we go to bed. That should help, though I think permanent beard removal will be best in the long run." "How the hell do you permanently remove a man's beard?" "Electrolysis will take care of that Harold. I've had a few unwanted facial hairs removed that way. It's a bit painful and expensive but we can easily afford it, and it will make things so much better when I feel your nice smooth face against my flesh. The treatments will probably take several weeks, so I want you to get started right away. Don't you agree?" Shit another trick question. "Yes dear, I guess it it's that important to you I can do the hair removal thing. It might be nice to not have to shave every day." "Yes darling. Instead of wasting time shaving every morning and night, you can spend that time doing housework for us. I'll make the arrangements today. Scheduling might be a problem since I doubt if your employer will give you time off for a cosmetic procedure. Sometimes I think we would be better off if you quit your silly little accounting job and spent your days taking care of my home and working on self- improvement activities." "I know I don't make that much money Karen, and with your high income we don't really need my income to make ends meet. I realize I'm just getting started on my career, but I already know there are no ladder rungs for me to climb at the construction company. They don't even call me an accountant. My official job title is Assistant Bookkeeper." "I think you should resign Harold. You're much more valuable to me here at home than the few dollars you earn as a bookkeeper. I want you to walk into your manager's office this morning and give them notice. Do you agree?" "I ... yes if that's what you want, I'd be pleased to quit and just be your full time house husband." "Good girl Harold." "I wish you wouldn't say that good girl stuff to me Karen." "Harold, I meant it as a compliment. Don't you like it when I compliment you?" "Well yes everyone likes to receive compliments. I'm glad you think I'm doing the right thing, or as you say, being a good girl and all." "I've got to run. Big meeting this morning. Hopefully they'll not require two weeks notice and you can come back home this morning and start being my sweet little housewife. Bye dear." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was excited by prospect of not having to punch that damn time clock anymore. And I actually don't mind doing housework. I guess in a way I am her "little housewife". I'm small physically; five foot six, to Karen's five eleven. And of course she wears high heels with her power suits which adds another three or four inches to our height difference. I went to work that morning and told my boss I was quitting. He handed me a cardboard box and told me to gather up my personal things and get out. So much for two weeks notice. I was back home by ten. I decided to busy myself with cleaning and laundry. I changed and laundered our bed linens. As I was peeling off the bed sheets I thought about the night before; about serving her orally. She seemed to really like that. She wanted me to get my beard removed. I wondered how often she would want oral sex. I wondered if she would let me put my penis in her mouth. About two in the afternoon I drove to the market and picked up some groceries for our evening meal. Now that I'm going to be home all day I can spend more time fixing nicer meals for us. I made a beef roast with roasted potatoes and a side salad. I hoped Karen would be pleased with my efforts. Back home I got a text message from my wife. "Mayfair Clinic, 212 Paulson Ave, 9 am tomorrow." I went on line and searched for Mayfair Clinic. As I expected, it was a place that specialized in hair removal. Karen arrived home about six. I opened a bottle of red wine and poured her a glass. There was already an opened bottle of white in the refrigerator and I poured a glass of that for myself. I carried our drinks into the den where Karen was curled up on the couch having kicked off her high heels. "Thanks darling. A glass of wine is just what I need after my day at work. So tell me Harold, how was your day at work?" I laughed. "Well it wasn't really a day; more like half an hour. I spent most of the day here doing housework." "What exactly did you do darling?" "I cleaned the kitchen and did a load of dishes. Then I changed sheets on our bed; washed and ironed the dirty ones. I did a load of whites; socks, underwear, hankies. I went to the market and got some groceries. Then I started supper, which is ready whenever you are." "Sounds like you had a busy and productive day Harold. I'm glad you changed my bed linens. Now that you have the time, I expect fresh sheets on my bed every night ok?" "Um ... yes if that's what you want." "Good girl. Now come over here. I want to snuggle." There she goes again with that good girl crap. I know it's her way of complimenting me, but I wish she wouldn't refer to me as a damn girl all the time. It's not like I'm wearing dresses. I sat next to her on the couch and she wrapped an arm around my waist. She took a pinch of my belly fat between her thumb and forefinger. "What's your waist size Harold." "Thirty two inches. I wear 32-28 pants." "I think I read somewhere that your waist would be no larger than your inseam?" "I've never heard that, but if you say so." "So we really need to work on getting your waist down to 28 inches, or even less. Don't you agree Harold?" Fuck, another trick question. "Yes I guess a smaller waist would be an improvement." "Good girl. I'm glad we're in agreement on that. You're five foot six inches tall." "Close to that yes. More like five, five and a half." "And your current weight is 140?" "Last time I checked it was 142." "Hand me my laptop Harold." She fiddled with her computer for a while and then said, "You have a Body Mass Index of 23.3. While that's not considered obese, it is on the high end of the normal range. At your age I want you on the lower end of the normal range, which would be a BMI of 18.5. For your height, a weight of 113 pounds will yield an 18.5 BMI. Looks like you need to lose thirty pounds love. I'll have to design a strict program of diet and exercise for you. How does that sound?" "Karen I haven't weighed 113 pounds since grade school. I'll be as skinny as a rail at that weight." "Nonsense Harold. At 113 pounds you'll be pleasingly slim and all that body fat will have turned into muscle. I'll have a hard time keeping my hands off you in the bedroom once you've slimmed down and firmed up." "I'll try honey, but you know when I'm working in the kitchen it seems like I'm always tasting or snacking on something. I don't seem to have much self control when it comes to eating." "Don't worry about your lack of self control. I'm sure that we can find ways to control your eating even when I'm not around. Now, I'm getting hungry. Set up one place setting in the dining room for me and then you can serve dinner." "One place setting? What about me?" "You'll serve me in the dining room. When I'm finished you can clear the table and then eat in the kitchen. What did you make for tonight?" "Roast beef, potatoes and a salad." "That sounds delicious Harold. You may eat a nice salad and a small portion of meat, but no potatoes. Your new diet just started. Oh and no more wine either; too many calories in alcohol." Damn, she's treating me like I was a maid, not her husband. Serve her first; then eat alone in the kitchen. "Yes dear." I served her supper in the dining room. I turned to head back to the kitchen. "Where are you going?" "Back to the kitchen." "No. Stand over by the side table and wait in case I need anything else." So I stood, watching Karen eat while my stomach growled with hunger. She emptied her wine glass, looked up at me and pointed her finger at the empty glass. I refilled her glass and resumed my wait. Finally she stood and said I could clear. She returned to the den while I went to the kitchen to eat my salad and clean up everything. After the kitchen was put back together and the dishes washed I walked into the den. Karen was busy on her computer. I walked around behind her and started to give her a little neck rub. I glanced down at the screen. There were photos of people dressed in black leather garments; what I thought of as fetish garments. "You thinking of buying a leather dress Karen?" "No darling, I'm actually shopping for things for you." "I'm not really into leather." "Oh I know that Harold. The things I'm ordering are for function, not fashion. Now, be a good girl and go shave your face nice and close. I'm in the mood for a little loving again tonight." I wanted to ask her what she was buying for me, but decided not to press it, figuring I would find out when the merchandise arrived. I shaved extra close again and crawled under the covers just as Karen came up from downstairs. She stood in front of me and did sort of a strip tease as she removed her jacket, skirt and blouse, followed by her bra, panties and panty hose. I was surprised to see that she no longer had any pubic hair; she must have shaved it off since last night. Instead of lying on her side of the bed she crawled up over the top of me and straddled me. She slowly slid forward and lowered her pussy against my face. It was just like when we have intercourse. She was on top. She was in control. When she finished she rolled off and I went to the bathroom to wash and brush. By the time I returned to our bed she was asleep again. So much for my dreaming that she would let me put my penis in her mouth. The next morning Karen left for a business trip and I went to my first appointment at Mayfair Clinic. Karen was right. Electrolysis is a very slow and painful process. The woman who worked on my face told me it would take about a dozen visits to finish my whole face. She made one hour appointments for me for every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 9 am. With Karen away on business I was left alone for two nights. I was so horny that I resorted to masturbating for some sexual relief. I hadn't masturbated since before our marriage and frankly I felt kind of guilty about doing it. It was almost as if I was being unfaithful to my wife. With Karen gone there wasn't that much housework to do and I was finished with everything that needed to be done by noon. Then I got a text from Karen. There would be a treadmill delivered that afternoon. I was to let the men in and have them set the machine up in the basement. She said that some packages would be delivered and that I was to leave them unopened until her return. Finally there was a file attached which was a rather detailed set of menus for me to follow as part of my new diet. Even when out of town it seemed like Karen was asserting her control over me. The treadmill was installed and I put on an old pair of sneakers and tried it out. In about ten minutes I had worked up a nice sweat and was panting. It reminded me of how out of shape I was. I had just finished my second appointment at Mayfair when Karen arrived home from her business trip. I greeted her at the front door and we embraced. I had to stand on my tiptoes to compensate for the height difference and her high heels. "How was your trip dear?" "Oh just wonderful. Packed in coach on the plane like a bunch of sardines. Sitting next to some fat fuck who spilled over into my space. The business meetings went well but the coming and going is a real pain in the ass. Maybe next time I can use the company jet, but our Chairman was using it so I had to fly with the unwashed. So were you a good girl while I was gone?" "Well I had two appointments at Mayfair. She said I will need like a dozen sessions to get rid of everything." "Be sure to tell her I want that little patch of chest hair removed as well dear." "Um ... yes dear." "Have you tried the treadmill yet?" "Yes I tried it out yesterday. It really makes you work; makes you sweat." "Yes it will sweat out some of that extra weight you're carrying. What else did you do while I was gone?" "Not much really. The house doesn't require as much work when it's just me here." "You didn't really answer my earlier question Harold. Were you a good girl while I was gone?" "Actually I did something I kind of regretted after the fact." "What was that dear?" "I ... I masturbated." "And why did you regret doing that?" "Well it just seemed sort of unfaithful for me to get sexual pleasure without my wife." "How often have you engaged in that disgusting practice?" "Only the one time. Since we got married I never did it until yesterday." "Once more you've demonstrated a serious lack of self control. It seems I'm going to have to take control of that too. Thankfully a man's penis is quite easy to control, just as his over-eating can be controlled. Fortunately I already anticipated this." "By the way, there are three parcels in the den. I didn't open them." "Well we may as well get started; there's no time like the present." I followed Karen into the den. She sent me to the kitchen for a knife and scissors to open the packages. I sat on the couch curious as to just what she bought for me. I was both excited and a little fearful not knowing what I was getting. "Be a good girl and get undressed for me Harold." I slipped off my loafers and took off my slacks and shirt, sitting in just my socks and underpants. "Take everything off please." I removed my socks and underpants. My penis was limp and embarrassingly small. "First we'll try on your new waist cinch." She held up a rather formidable looking black leather garment which she wrapped around my waist. There were metal fasteners in front and heavy laces running the length of the back sort of like an old fashion corset. I had to suck my stomach in for her to get it fastened in front. Then she started pulling out the laces in back, further constricting my stomach. The cinch was very rigid because vertical steel stays were sewn in every couple inches. Once I was laced I could no longer really bend or twist at the waist. "I can see an improvement in your posture already dear. You're standing much straighter than normal." "It feels hot inside this thing Karen." "Yes it is designed to trap body heat which will aid in reducing your waist. The leather cinch is lined in heavy rubber that doesn't breathe. This will protect the fine leather from your body sweat that would damage the leather." "It feels too tight Karen. Can you loosen the laces some please?" "On the contrary dear. We'll let you wear it like this for about an hour. The cinch should settle in and then we can retighten your laces." There were eight leather straps hanging down from the bottom of the cinch reaching almost to mid thigh. "What are the straps for Karen?" "Those are your garter straps love. If you want to wear nylon stockings you'll need garters to hold them up." "Why would I ever want to wear nylon stockings?" "To please me of course. If I want my little housewife to wear stockings, surely she will want to wear them as well to please me. Don't you agree?" Another trick question. "Yes darling, I suppose if you really wanted me to wear nylon stockings I would do that for you." "Good girl! Run up to our bedroom. In the top right hand drawer of my dresser there should be some packages of new stockings. Bring a package back here." I walked upstairs to our bedroom wearing the beastly leather waist cinch and nothing else. I found the stockings and returned to the den. "You've watched me dress often enough. I assume you know how to put on a pair of nylons?" "Yes I guess so. You roll them first and then start at the toe and unroll them up your leg, right?" "Show me." I spent the next few minutes rolling nylon stockings up my legs for the first time in my life. They were very clingy and actually felt kind of nice wrapped around my legs and thighs. Karen showed me how the metal and rubber garter tabs worked and I fastened four garters to the top of each stocking. "You look very nice in stockings Harold. I'm so glad you asked me to allow you to wear nylons." I didn't exactly ask her like I wanted to wear them. It was more like I'd wear them if she asked me. Oh well. She ran her hands over my stockings. That kind of gave me goose bumps. "I know you don't have a lot of leg hair dear, but you really must shave your legs now that you've decided to wear stockings." "Um ... yes dear. I can shave my legs tonight when I shave my face before bed." "Do you ever wish you were taller Harold?" "Yes like all the time. I have to stand on tiptoes to even kiss you. I was always the shortest guy in my class and you know people call you names and stuff." "What if I said there was a way I could make you five inches taller than you are now?" "I would say wave your magic wand and do it." "It's nothing magical dear. Girls have been augmenting their height for centuries. It just requires the right kind of footwear." "Footwear? You mean high heels?" "Yes darling of course." "But I'm a guy. Guys don't wear high heels." "You're my little housewife now Harold. And little housewives most certainly do wear high heels to please their spouses. You do want to please me don't you?" "Yes of course I want to please you Karen. I love you." "Then you must want to wear high heels, right?" She sure has a way of painting me into a corner with her trick questions. "Yes dear, I want to wear high heels, if it pleases you." "Good girl. I checked and you wear an 8 1/2 men's shoe which roughly translates into a woman's size 10. Try these on; let's see how they fit." She handed me a pair of black leather stiletto heel shoes with a wide ankle strap. "Since you have no experience wearing heels I thought an ankle strap design would give you more support than a slip on heel. Yes they seem to fit fine. I'll just fasten the ankle straps. These little padlocks hold them closed so you don't have to worry about them coming off." She wrapped the ankle straps around my ankles and closed the small padlocks locking them in place. She put the keys to my high heels in her purse. "Stand up dear. Walk around. Try to take small dainty steps, placing one foot in front of the other." I was pretty wobbly at first but seemed to be getting the hang of it. I don't know which was more uncomfortable; the hot rubber lined cinch that was crushing my waist or these high heels that made it feel like I was walking on my toes. "Oh Harold. I'm getting hot just watching you. You are so sexy in your new outfit. I can't wait to get you in my bed tonight. Now turn away from me. Your cinch has settled in enough that I think we can tighten the laces a bit more." I turned and stood passively as she pulled a few more inches of lace out and retied the laces. "Your cinch has a leather pouch built in back to tuck away your laces. That way they won't be dangling or coming loose. Once the laces are in the pouch it can be zipped shut and locked. That will assure me that someone with no self control doesn't cheat and loosen her laces." I heard the click of another padlock and realized that like my high heels, the cinch was not coming off or being loosened until Karen unlocked me. There were still two unopened packages which she turned to next. "My next gift is something to help control your urge to masturbate. It's a simple chastity device which will keep your little penis from getting hard. Your wee wee goes into this small stainless steel tube which connects to this steel ring that locks in place behind our ball sack. Oh my Harold! Your little man is starting to erect. Apparently the idea of being locked in a chastity device excites you. Be a good girl and go get me a dish of ice from the kitchen." I clip clopped in my high heels back to the kitchen where I filled a small bowel with ice cubes, returning to the den and handing the ice to Karen. She started to ice down my penis which quickly retreated and shrank. Then she slid the steel tube over it and locked it in place behind my balls. I could see there was a narrow slot cut in the tip of the tube which would allow for urination without removal. The design of the device forced my penis down between my legs. "Am I going to have to sit to pee when wearing this thing?" "Yes dear, you'll be sitting to pee from now on, just like all the other little housewives in the world." I suddenly felt overwhelmed. So much was happening so quickly. I don't want to wear a chastity thing. I don't want to wear a damn corset or nylon stockings or high heeled shoes. I lost it. I started to cry. "What's wrong darling? You should be happy with all the nice gifts I bought for you. Perhaps those are tears of joy; not sadness." "I'm sorry Karen. It's just a lot to absorb all at once. My feet hurt. I can barely breathe in this tight cinch. And now I can't even see or touch my penis." "Everything will be fine love. You'll soon get used to the changes. I bet in a few weeks you won't even remember what it was like not to be corseted or wear heels or be kept chaste. I know it's going to be difficult at first, but with time and patience and lots of practice I am certain you will be thankful for these gifts. They are for your own good dear. The waist cinch will help you control your eating; you'll get full sooner. And of course your figure is already improved. The high heels make you so much taller; so much more attractive to me. And the chastity will help you stop masturbating; you'll no longer feel all the guilt you associate with that disgusting habit. I'm only giving you the things you want and need. You should be happy, not sad." "I'm sorry Karen. Of course you're right. Like you say, I'll get used to the changes and eventually they will seem like the norm. And knowing how much this all pleases you is like the most important thing I can do for you." "There is just one box left darling. I'm afraid this will cause you considerable distress until you get used to it, but I feel strongly that it is necessary. It will give you free range in our kitchen without me worrying about you snacking and ruining your diet." It was another black leather object but I had no clue as to its use or purpose. She walked behind me with the object in her hands. "Open your mouth nice and wide dear." I opened my mouth and she pushed what felt like a hard rubber ball behind my teeth. The device was kind of like a very wide collar which ran from just below my nose to cover my mouth and chin; then taper down around my neck and flare out again at my collar bone. Like the waist cinch it was heavy black leather on the outside and lined in black rubber. With the ball gagging me I could still make grunting noises but no longer communicate by voice. Like the waist cinch, the collar laced in back and Karen pulled it snug, but not so tight as to interfere with my breathing or circulation. "I know you can no longer speak darling, but this was the only solution I was able to come up with that will prevent unauthorized eating. It's called a posture collar. It will keep you from slouching and will hold your head up proudly. There is a small hole in the ball gag which will allow you to breathe through your mouth like when your nose is stuffed up. You can also insert a straw through that hole to drink water while wearing your collar. And of course it locks on, so you will not be tempted to remove it in my absence. When you need to communicate you can simply text me, or even write notes on a note pad if you prefer. Now come upstairs. I want you to see yourself in my full length mirror. You are one sexy girl I must say. I made my first attempt at navigating stairs in five inch heels. I kept a strong grip on the banister and managed to make it without falling. When I looked in the mirror I saw this exotic creature staring back at me. From the chest down she looked like a woman; a woman with some shiny stainless steel between her legs. From the chest up she looked like a man; flat chest, short hair, no jewelry or makeup. I stared at this strange incarnation of myself for some time. Finally Karen turned me away from the mirror, pressed her body against mine and kissed the leather mask covering my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her tightly. It was a very emotional and romantic moment for me. Even though most would view what she had done to me with disgust, I knew it was just her way of expressing her love for me. I knew I wanted to do everything possible to earn her love, even if it meant wearing these bizarre and decidedly uncomfortable garments. Karen headed back down stairs with me following carefully behind her. Going down stairs in heels is even more challenging than going up, but I managed. At the foot of the stairs she held my hand. "Darling I'm going to run over to the office for a few hours and clean up some things before the weekend. You can stay here and fix me a nice dinner. I'm ready for some of your home cooking after all that hotel and airline food. Text me if you have any problems ok?" I nodded my head; she smiled and went out to the garage. I went to the kitchen and started work on her supper. I was in a lot of pain. Not the kind of pain that brings tears to your eyes, but the slow steady manageable pain that comes from wearing stiletto heels, a tight waist cinch and a posture collar and gag. I rather liked wearing the stockings, and surprisingly the chastity tube didn't cause any discomfort as long as my penis stayed soft. In spite of the handicaps of my new garments, I was able to function fairly normally in the kitchen. I got a phone call. I checked the caller ID and let it go to voicemail. Obviously phone conversations are impossible when locked and gagged. There was chicken and pork chops in the refrigerator. I debated and then decided to text Karen to see what she preferred. Pork chops was the answer. I set up the broiler and prepared a serving of rice and a side salad. About five I heard the garage door open and my loving wife returned. I quickly poured her a glass of her favorite red wine and took it into the den. "Thank you darling. You do make such an excellent housewife. I think I'll keep you." I smiled on the inside at her compliment, but of course the collar/gag prevented me from making any facial expressions. I went back to my kitchen and put the chops under the broiler. I was hungry, but doubted that she would allow me any food so tried to put those thoughts out of my mind. I served her supper in the dining room, setting the table for one. I stood by the side table. Standing still wearing high heels seems even harder than walking in them. My feet were throbbing, but I stood by patiently in case she needed a refill of anything. When she was finished she thanked me kindly for preparing a nice meal and returned to the den. I spent the next hour or so cleaning up in the kitchen before returning to the den. I decided to pick up all the wrappings and boxes from my new "garments" and took everything to the recycle bin. I returned and sat quietly across from my wife. She was busy on her laptop, probably doing something work related, though the thought crossed my mind that she might be ordering some new horrible thing that I would have to wear. Finally I pulled out my phone and texted her "I love you". She looked at her phone and smiled. "I love you too darling. How are you feeling?" I texted "hungry" She smiled. "Girls on strict diets are always hungry. How are the heels; the waist cinch; the collar?" I texted "feet hurt, hard to breathe, jaw hurts, still hungry" "Before we go to bed I'll take off your collar so you can shave and brush your teeth. You won't have to sleep in it tonight." I texted "what about cinch, chastity, heels?" "I'll unlock your waist cinch in the morning so you can shower. The chastity stays locked at all times except when I remove it to clean you. After we have sex I'll unlock your heels for the night." I texted "we having sex tonight?" "Yes darling." I texted "intercourse?" "No darling. Intercourse is impossible when you're locked in chastity. You'll be serving me orally. That's what you want isn't it?" Disappointedly I texted "yes dear" She unlocked my posture collar. I was grateful to have that nasty ball gag out of my mouth. I shaved closely and joined her in bed. She got on top of my face again and I licked her to what seemed to be a satisfying orgasm. My heels, chastity and waist cinch remained securely locked. I washed and returned to bed, expecting her to be asleep. She was sitting up reading something on her tablet computer. "Thank you darling that was very nice. Your oral talents seem to be improving with practice." "I'm glad I was able to give you pleasure dear." "I've been doing a bit of on line research. It seems there are a couple of little procedures that can help you improve your oral service even more." "Well I'll try to do whatever I can to make it more enjoyable for you Karen." "Good girl. I'll make the arrangements tomorrow." "What arrangements?" "You know that little flap of flesh that connects the underside of your tongue to the bottom of your mouth? Well according to my research it can be trimmed back a bit and that will allow you to stick your tongue out another inch or so. You'll be able to penetrate me more deeply. Doesn't that sound like a good idea?" "I ... I don't know dear. I never heard of such things before." "Oh it's quite safe; just a simple out-patient procedure. There is a shop in town that specializes in that sort of thing. They'll be able to do your tongue studs at the same time." "Tongue studs? What are you talking about Karen?" "I'm going to have your tongue pierced and studded. Then when you lick my clitoris the studs will intensify my pleasure. Isn't that clever?" "You said tongue studs; plural. You want me to get more than one?" "Yes dear, you'll get three studs; one near the tip of your tongue and one further back on each side in a triangle pattern." "I don't want anyone sticking needles in my tongue Karen. That's going to be painful." "Yes I know it will be quite painful darling, but what is a little one time shot of pain compared to the lifetime of pleasure you'll be able to give others when your tongue is fixed? I'll pay for the piercings and jewelry of course. All you have to do is suffer a bit of momentary pain. This is what you want too isn't it dear?" "Y ... yes darling. I want to get my tongue pierced three times and have them cut the thing under my tongue so I can give you more pleasure." "You are such a good girl Harold. Good girls should have a nice girl name shouldn't they Harold?" "What do you mean?" "Think about it. I just said 'you're such a good girl Harold'. Doesn't that sound strange? Wouldn't it be better if I called Heather or Hannah or Helen a good girl rather than Harold?" "Well when you put it that way ... you could either say Harold's a good boy, or I guess the alternative would be to use some girl's name and say she's a good girl when you want to compliment me." "I'm so pleased that you agree darling. Now we just have to select a new girl's name for my cute little housewife. What name do you like dear?" "I don't know. Does it have to start with an H?" "No you can pick any girl's name you wish." "I had a baby sister named Sarah. She died when she was only a couple weeks old. Maybe like to honor her memory you could call me Sarah?" "Sarah is a lovely name darling. Henceforth, you shall be my cute little housewife Sarah." "So you're not going to call me Harold anymore?" "Of course not dear. I've never heard of a girl named Harold, have you?" "No I guess not. But then I'm not really a girl. I'm just a guy in high heels and a corset." "You need to be patient Sarah. Becoming a real girl takes time and effort. We start out small; taking baby steps. But over time Harold recedes and Sarah comes to the fore. Won't that be exciting?" "Yes dear is that's really what you want for me, you can call me Sarah from now on." "Wonderful. I'll have my attorney draw up the papers Monday." "What papers?" "The legal documents we'll need to change your name from Harold to Sarah." "Legal? You want me to change my legal name to Sarah?" "Of course darling. You picked the name yourself. We just need a judge to approve your petition to make it official. Your new driver's license will say Sarah. No one will ever need to call you Harold again. Isn't that wonderful?" "So what happens if I get stopped for speeding or something and I give the police my driver's license and it says my name is Sarah, but I'm obviously a guy?" "Well Sarah, once your name is changed I can hardly let you run around looking like a guy now can I. Until your hair grows out you'll wear wigs. We can get your ears pierced at the same time we fix your tongue. I'll show you how to use makeup. We'll buy you a whole new wardrobe of cute girl's clothing and shoes and boots. It will be such fun shopping for you; teaching you all the ins and outs of being a girl." "Karen is this really what you want? You want to feminize me? Turn me into a real girl?" "Yes Sarah that is exactly what I want. You already make love to me like girls make love to each other. Yes you still have a penis but thankfully it's safely locked away now. With hormone therapy your breasts will develop, and they can then be enhanced with implants if necessary. If you want, you can keep your little penis as long as it stays locked. Or when the time comes, the doctors can make you a pretty new vagina and get rid of those nasty testicles and penis flesh. Face it darling, you'll make a much better girl than a man. What woman wants a man who is less than five foot six, who has a small penis that never stays hard long enough to pleasure her and who is unemployed with no great job prospects? We'll both be much happier when you embrace womanhood." "Karen, why did you marry me if you wanted a woman as your lover?" "My industry is still very male dominated. My career would have been ruined if I came out as a lesbian. You being a male legitimatized our relationship. From the first time we met I saw your potential. You're the right size; you're submissive and deferential. You make a lousy husband, but a wonderful wife. You're anatomically male, but in most other respects female. When you looked at yourself in the mirror after I dressed you what did you see?" "To be honest, from the chest down I saw a female." "Yes me too. And once we get your breasts fixed and do something with hair, makeup and jewelry you'll be a girl from the chest up too. I know what is best for you Sarah. You're my wife and I love and cherish you. You want this too don't you Sarah?" I hesitated. This was like the final commitment. I took a deep breath. "Yes Karen. I love you and I want to be your little housewife Sarah. And if you think I'll be better off with a vagina instead of a penis, then of course I'll consent to that too." Over the next few weeks my male wardrobe was totally replaced with skirts, blouses, bras, panties, corsets and more high heels. My facial and chest hair were completely removed. I wore makeup. She had my ears pierced four times on each ear. I got the three tongue studs and had the skin under my tongue cut back. My legal name was changed to Sarah Clarkson as she wanted me to assume her maiden name. I served her orally every night except when Karen was away on business. She removed my chastity device once a week for cleaning. She would put a condom on my penis and give me a hand job. Then she insisted I take off the condom and consume the contents. I resisted that at first, but she said unless I agreed to eat my own cum, she would just keep me locked and chaste. I had no choice really. Under the supervision of her doctor, I was put on a hormone regimen and over time my breasts started to blossom at the same time my weight steadily declined. A strict diet and heavy exercise schedule did the trick and within six months I was down to 113 pounds which she had set as my weight goal. My waist shrank for 32 inches to 27. My new corsets kept getting smaller and I could be laced down to an about 24 inches. My heels were all of the locking ankle strap design, as Karen didn't trust me to keep wearing heels when she was away from home. Once I was comfortable and competent in five inch heels she replaced them with six inch stilettos. I suffered at first with the added inch, but the body does adapt to whatever restrictions it faces and in time six inch heels became the norm. The leather posture collar proved impractical as I could not be seen in public wearing something that visible. Karen sent me to an orthodontist she knew from her graduate school days and I was fitted with heavy metal braces top and bottom. There was a latching device on each side of my jaws. With a specially made wrench Karen could lock my jaws together, which she did every morning before leaving for work. That prevented me from eating and from speaking, just as the posture collar had done. But I could still be seen in public as I ran my errands to the grocery or cleaners. Of course it was embarrassing to be wearing braces as an adult, but Karen said I looked cute in braces and that wearing them would be a good discipline for me. In addition to the female hormones, Karen put me on something she called a testosterone blocker. After about two months on that drug, when she took off my chastity for my weekly sexual release I was unable to attain an erection and my little penis just hung flaccidly between my legs. At that point she let me stop wearing the chastity device as it was no longer needed to prevent erections or masturbation. While I never really desired to be feminized, I realize now that we are much better off with me as Karen's housewife than as her husband. Her career has continued to blossom and I think I take some of the credit for her success by being her loving and devoted wife. She recently informed me that she has taken a lover who she referred to as a "real man". I cried when I got that news. I haven't met him yet, but think I understand how my tongue may not fully satisfy all of her sexual needs, so I must accede to her wishes and support her in that decision. While I still serve Karen sexually I'm no longer allowed to sleep in her bed. She told me a maid should sleep in her own room. She converted a kitchen pantry into a very small bedroom and that is where I sleep now. She refers to it as the "maid's room" and increasingly refers to me as her maid, rather than her housewife. She made me sign some papers recently which dissolved our marriage, so legally speaking I'm no longer her husband or her wife. My status really is that of a maid now. She doesn't pay me a salary or anything, but continues to pay for all of my needs including the cute new maid's dresses she recently bought me. I'm anxious to meet Karen's new boyfriend. I wonder if he will find me sexually attractive? Maybe he'll want to use my mouth like Karen does, or maybe even use my bottom hole. I don't know if I'll like having sex with a man but I'm curious to find out. I guess with all the female hormones in my system I'm not just dressing like a girl, but starting to think like a girl too.