Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2020 17:05:38 -0600
From: Ken Hooker <khookerman@gmail.com>
Subject: Forced Womanhood

Forced Womanhood!

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				THE SET UP

My name is Kevin and I was in my mid 20's when I met Janet in college.  She
had dark smoldering eyes, pouting lips and long wavy brown hair and was
about 5ft 4in and about 120 with a lithe models build that drove me wild!
I was a skinny nerd at 5 ft 4in and 130 lbs. with long blondish red hair
and blue eyes, no real body hair and a flirtatious carefree attitude that
captured her heart from the get go.  I was able to get her to go out for a
coffee and charm her into a second date and then a third.  It's not like
the skinny nerd always get the cheerleader, so I was quite taken in when we
started to date seriously and help her out of her shell.  I was a little
stunned that so pretty a girl, and a cheerleader to boot, was such a quiet
introvert, but she was into math and dance and saw cheer to get there.  In
college, I majored in Computer Science and she Majored in Business
Economics to show that she was just not a pretty face!  When she did not
have to wear her Cheer stuff, she tended to dress conservatively or almost
slovenly in baggy loose clothes, flats and hair in a bun or ponytail with
minimal make-up so as not to attract attention.  She could dress up and be
a super sexy hot babe, but it always got her 'hit on' or leered at and she
really did not care for that and wanted to be known for her brain and not
her looks.  See, like I said, sexy, sensible and smart too!

We graduated and started to live together until we got married and that is
when I found out that Janet was a virgin.  I had always assumed that as a
cheerleader, she had dated and slept with others, but since we hadn't slept
together, I just took it as her wanting to take it slowly or that she was
not that interested in sex.  Let me tell you that after that first couple
of nights, I found out that she was a 'hot pantied little minx' making up
for lost time and we ended up having sex all over the hotel, the beach, in
the bathroom of the restaurant, in the car at a fast food joint and even on
the plane back from the Honeymoon!

We both ended up starting at a manufacturing facility where I did IT and
she led the floor and eventually became a Ops Manager after just a few
years.  Janet had a no nonsense, take charge attitude that got results and
even though her dress style was, well, frumpy at best, she had obvious
leadership skills that made her floor the best it had ever been, smashing
goals and setting new records of productivity and achievement.  As the next
five years rolled on, our sex life dwindled from Five times or more a week,
to maybe once every two weeks due to her busy schedule and my having freer
time as an IT guy. I ended up surfing the net and discovering.....porn.
Yes, I know it was bad to surf for it at home and never did it at work, but
as I got more frustrated, I surfed and ended up masturbating multiple times
a week.

Janet started to request that I take on more of the household duties since
I was able to come in later and leave work earlier while she many times was
stuck at work.  Since she was so busy, and I was not, I had no problem
taking on the household.  It was made even more palatable when I did a good
job cleaning or on dinner and was rewarded with a blowjob, sex or allowed
to suck on her pussy, which I absolutely loved to do, as she tasted so
good.  She would often say I was a virtuoso in that respect.  One day while
surfing for my normal masturbatory items, I came across an interracial
scene where a very well-endowed black man was pounding his meat into a sexy
MILF and I was overcome with her loud verbal excitement as he pounded her
and how slutty she acted by cleaning his cock after he deposited his load
across her stomach and breasts.  I watched several more, coming twice while
watching them.  Over the next few days, while I was watching exclusively
interracial videos I saw one on how to 'Black' your wife and a plan was
hatched that very afternoon to either get her more involved in our sex life
again or to have her blacked while I watched!

So, the next time we ended up having sex, I started to talk dirty and told
her how I was going to have a black man pound his cock into her and make
her come while she was forced to suck on my cock.  I even suggested we
watch some interracial porn together and noted that she got excited about
that.

After a couple of days, I pulled up some IR porn on our system and we
watched it together.  The women all screaming about how big it was, how
good that black cock was got Janet pretty wound up and we ended up fucking
like rabbits all night long!  Three days later, I left the porn site up
while I was 'going out to get something from the store' and came back
sooner than expected to see her watching IR porn and playing with herself.
I noticed, however, that the video I caught her on was of a shemale and a
black man.  Again, we ended up having great sex that night as well.
Saturday, I spoke with her about having a black man join us and she agreed
to have sex with one if it would turn me on as long as we did it together
as a couple.  She said she would feel like she was cheating on me if she
did it alone, so wanted us to both be there together so it was a couple's
thing and not a whoring thing to which I agreed!  Once we agreed to have a
third member join our love circle, it was a simple question of who.
Several on-line services showcased some very handsome and well-hung studs
but they all wanted to get paid or were not into threesomes, so one day I
brought up the Engineering Manager, Anthony, as a potential partner and
after some consideration, Janet agreed we would approach him.

Monday, I met with Anthony and proposed that he help me with my plan to
have another man sleep with my wife and agreed once he saw a picture of her
in less 'dowdy' clothing like she normally wore to work.  He just asked
that she wear something more attractive and 'girly' than the oversized
slacks and blouses she normally wore to work.  He and I set up a date for
Friday at our place and I promised Janet would wear a nice dress and some
heels.

Through the week, Janet ended up buying a nice linen and spandex cocktail
dress that was teal colored, had long sleeves and a scoop neck that ended
just above the knee with some four-inch heels in black and she actually got
a black lace thong and bra set to wear instead of the bikini style panty
and t-shirt bra she normally wore.  Friday, I called in sick and cleaned
house, made a nice dinner and chilled some wine so that it was a welcoming
environment for our threesome and when Janet got home, she changed into her
new outfit and did up her make up, so she was sporting a nice, sexy look.

Anthony showed up just a few minutes late and was greeted at the door by
Janet who gave him a hug and kiss and said he looked handsome while he
checked her and said she looked sexy.  I saw her smile and kiss him again
with just a hint of tongue as a way of thanks.  We sat and ate and had a
glass of wine to calm us down and I loved watching Janet flirt with him
while he seemed to take control and told me to get the wine, clean the
dishes and turn on some soft music while he got comfortable with Janet.

When I came back out after cleaning the dishes, they were already lip
locked and his hand was cupping her breast while she moaned into his mouth
around the tongue dance they were performing and I instantly got hard
watching her being aroused by this tall, strong black man.

As they continued to kiss, Anthony pulled her onto his lap so that she
straddled him, and I heard her gasp,

"Oh shit, is that YOU!?  You've got to be huge.....I...It's to big....oh my
god, honey what will we do if I can't take it?" she finally asked me,
realizing I was behind her.  "Just go with what feels good baby.  I am here
for you and want you to experience this." I assured her.

"Hey baby, since this is your first time with a black man, we can go slow.
Why don't you start by sliding down and sucking on my cock so you can get
used to the size while your hubby, licks your pussy to get you wet for me!"
Anthony calmly directed.

Janet slid off of him and undid his pants.  Since he was not wearing any
underwear, his massive black trouser snake popped out at her and she gasped
and flinched back from it.  Then in a low whisper she said while taking it
into her hands,

"Oh fuck, this thing is bigger than any cock I have ever seen.  Kevin, look
at the size of this thing.  It's at least twice as big as yours!  This is
bigger even than the studs we have watched in the pornos. I don't know if I
can take it."

"Baby, just kiss it and lick it and see what you can take.  I think once
you start feasting on my big black cock, you aren't gonna be able to stop
based on the way you are staring and drooling!" said Anthony.

I got behind Janet and gently pushed her forward while hiking up her skirt
and pulling down her thong, so I could suck on her swollen clit and
dripping pussy.  In short order I had my face buried into her and was
licking her pussy and then tonguing her sphincter, so I could start
fingering her bum.  I could hear her sucking his cock and see his hand on
the back of her head as he coaxed her to take more into her mouth and told
her she was doing a fine job getting his big black cock ready for her tight
white pussy!  She was pushing hard against my face and suddenly started to
gush her orgasm into my mouth.  She pulled away from me after she completed
her orgasm and said,

"I am stuffing that big cock inside me baby.  I want you to lick my ass
while he fucks me and then fuck my ass so you are both inside me! I am so
hot right now I can't stand it!"

She straddled Anthony again and I watched as his big johnson stuffed into
her only about a third of his length and she stopped and panted out, while
still grinding against it,

"Oh, fuck, it's to big.  I am so full of cock!  It's so good...I
. . . oh. . . coming!"

I watched as she shuddered in a second orgasm and slid another few inches
down onto his cock and that's when I spit on mine and started to push it
into her sphincter.  Janet just moaned and leaned forward against Anthony
who started to kiss her while he grabbed her ass to pull her farther onto
his cock.  I soon was balls deep in her ass and could feel his cock pushing
deeper into her while I slowly eased in and out of her, so she could get
used to being stuffed with cock in both her holes.  She was being rocked
between us and he actually spanked her soundly a few times and told her,

"Bounce on that big black dick bitch!  We all see how much you like cock,
so get to fucking."

That seemed to be the encouragement she needed as Janet started to bounce
up and down going farther and farther until I felt my balls slapped by his
and knew his massive cock was stuffed all the way into her tight white
pussy.  She was bouncing up and down on it and crying out, moaning and
kissing on him that after just a short time, I started to spurt into her
ass unable to control myself and as my softening penis slipped out of her,
she screamed at me,

"EAT ME!  Get that slutty tongue back on me.  Oh God baby, his cock is so
big, and your tongue is so good, I want it on me while he fucks me!"

"Hop off and turn around girl.  I can bang you from behind while he sucks
you clean."  Anthony told her.

Surprisingly Janet lifted herself off his cock and spun about and grabbed
it to guide it back inside her.  When his cock was balls deep in her once
more and his hands were cupping and massaging her breasts, she crooked a
finger at me and pointed at her pussy.  I could see her juices lathering up
about her lips and dripping down her legs she was so excited.  I knelt in
front of her and lowered my head while she let Anthony pump in and out of
her.  My face was aggressively pushed into her snatch by Janet who again
commanded I eat her, so my tongue got busy.  I licked and sucked on her
button and could feel her tensing when she suddenly arced her back, forced
his cock out of her pussy right into my face and squirted her orgasm
against my face and his cock which was against my face until I pushed it
back into her, so he could continue to fuck her while I licked up her sweet
nectar from the most amazing orgasm I had ever seen her have.

Anthony stopped shortly after that and positioned her on her back and
mounted her missionary style with her legs spread up over his shoulders
while she grabbed and scratched at his buttocks and back sounding all the
more like the girls from the movies.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, fuck me with that big black cock.  It's so
big. I've never been this full of cock before.  Fuck me with that big black
cock!  Harder!  Oh, God it's so good.  I want you to seed me with your big
black cock!  Fill my pussy with your come!  Fuck me with your big cock."

She kept going for several minutes until she was just a moaning hoarse
groan of sexual satisfaction.  Anthony changed positions on her again so
that she was belly down and slid into her from behind while I walked up to
her face and stuck my now hard cock into her mouth.  After a few minutes
she stopped us, got onto all fours and resumed having us push our cocks
into her so that she was being see-sawed between cocks and I could see her
flushed with yet a fourth orgasm that made me spill my second load into her
hot mouth while he used a hand to milk me dry, I heard Anthony finally say,

"Gonna bust my nut...you want it in the pussy, ass or mouth girl?"

Janet stopped cleaning me, spun about and opened her mouth, tongue extended
and grabbed his cock and started to wank it until his load streamed out
across her face and then into her open mouth as she guided his cock into
her mouth, so she could catch the remainder of his seed.  She swallowed,
shoved his cock back into her mouth to clean and drain him and slowly
looked up at him while using her fingers to wipe his first stream of semen
from her face and push it into her mouth like a total slut did on the porn
we had watched.  She made yummy sounds while looking at him and licking her
lips and his cock head until he was soft.  She stood, kissed me and him and
then sat back onto the couch repairing her dress which had become stained
and hung about her waist from our sexual tryst.  I brought out some wine
and we chatted a little while longer until Anthony said,

"You guys are cool.  I could do this again sometime if you want and dang
baby, you are one hot number.  Kevin, you're a lucky man!  I guess I am
going to head out and I will see you all on Monday."

We had just spent almost two hours of sexual abandon and I had never been
able to go more than 30 minutes before!  Janet had a huge Cheshire grin and
looked pretty happy, so I knew this would happen again!  We went to bed and
cuddled and spoke pillow talk until we both drifted off to sleep.

Saturday morning, I woke to Janet sucking my cock and then climbing atop me
when she saw I was awake and riding us both to another orgasm.  Instead of
her normal sliding off to the side and both of us enjoying the afterglow,
she spun about and sat on my face and ground her pubis into my mouth
demanding I eat her to another orgasm!

I could not help but to do it with her pressing down on top of me, so I
just took it in stride and started to lap at her pussy and found I did not
object to the mixed taste of our ejaculate, so just kept going and ended up
pushing a finger into her bum until she shuddered in orgasm, rewarding me
with a swallow of her orgasmic nectar, pushed from inside her to my waiting
mouth.

All day long we both had silly grins and I could tell she was a little
tender from that massive cock pounding into her by the way she walked, but
also, she looked happier and less stressed than I had seen her in some
time.  At dinner I told her how wonderful it was for me to see her so happy
and that if she wanted to bring Anthony into our room again, I would not
object as it seemed to be enjoyable for us both.

Monday after work, Janet seemed upset and told me how she was being
discounted for a Director position as she did not 'look' the part with her
frumpy and old-fashioned dress.  My statement was that we could solve that
by stopping off at the mall now and getting her some more fitted and
contemporary looking slacks and blouses as we had a little in savings we
could spend if this was all it would take to get her a promotion!  We
stopped at the mall and hit the clothing stores.  We got her 6 pairs of
slacks, 3 black, 2 grey and 1 in blue.  The slacks were a modern cut that
fit her athletic build nicely and when she came out and showed me the first
pair I commented on her needing different panties since these new pants
showed her panty line pretty obviously, since they were tight across her
butt and hips and then flared after her knee meaning she would also need
some taller shoes if she was to wear them.  That meant that we then went to
the shoe barn and got her three pairs of ankle boots with 3-inch clunky
heels in black, grey and dark blue.  Then we were off to Victoria's Secret
to get her more thong panties.  A few contemporary blouses later and we had
spent a fortune in new clothes for Janet, but I was sure she would look all
business and now even look sexy at an after-work party if need be.  This
was a huge change from her bikini style panties, very loose-fitting slacks
and shirts with flats or 2-inch heeled sensible shoes she normally wore to
work.

The next day she wore a pair of the black slacks, with a thong, a new light
grey silk blouse and the black boots and got constant comments on her new
look and how it suited her and made her look more in charge and empowered.
I thought she just looked sexy as hell and told her so!  We had sex in the
living room that night!

During Wednesday, Janet had to work late so she got a ride home via Uber
while I went home and did the normal house stuff.  Thursday morning, I
noted that most of my underwear was missing and Janet said she had thrown a
bunch of the older stuff out since it was worn and the seat was dirty
anyways.

"Honey, we just spent a fortune on new clothes for you, I need underwear
now and we can't afford new stuff, so why did you throw it out?" I asked
her.

"You just heard me tell you that they looked like rags and needed to be
replaced.  If we can't get you more now, just wear a pair of my old bikini
panties.  You wore bikini style panties anyways, so it should be no big
deal!" she replied.

"Ummm, yeah I agree I wear bikini underwear but it's different.  Mine is
cotton and yours is..."

"Cotton, just like yours but a finer thread count.  Now stop being a baby
and just put on this black pair and no one will know but you and
I....unless you are needing to tell me something about why someone else is
seeing your underwear?!" she interrupted authoritatively.

I meekly wore her black bikini panties, and truth be told, they were more
comfortable than my old pair.  They were kind of distracting in that I just
knew in my head I had on girl's panties instead of men's underwear.  By the
end of the week, I only had her old bikini panties in my drawer and did not
even complain or object when she just took all her old panties and put them
from her drawer into mine like that was where they belonged.  The best part
about wearing her old panties was that we continued to have great sex and
she even commented once about how sexy her old panties made my butt look!

One week later, we had Anthony over again on a Friday night and Janet had
put on a very sexy Body Con, no sleeve, black mini dress that came to just
above the knee, with a garter and thong panty in black lace.  She added
seamed stockings and tall red heels I had not seen her wear in forever and
did her make up dark and heavy.  She even had gone out that day and gotten
her nails done with long red tips!

"Janet, you are looking super sexy and hot!  I hope you're not just
dressing up for Anthony, but dressing up to be sexy for all of us?" I asked
jealously.

"Baby. I know you like it when I dress all girly, and truth be told, I
heard from Anthony that he was reluctant to join us due to my older dress
style, so yes, I wanted him to also see I can be girly and sexy if need be.
Don't worry Kevin darling, you're the man I love and married, and he is
just sex like you wanted, isn't he?" she responded reassuringly.

When Anthony showed up, Janet again got the door and hugged and kissed him
in welcome and I watched as her leg lifted and his dark hands dropped down
onto her round bottom while they kissed.

Coughing to remind them of my presence, I said,

"Shall I get some wine and we can head to the dinner table before we get
into the fun and games?"

"Yes." They both replied in unison.

We moved to the table where I had a light dinner ready with some wine and I
got to watch Janet and Anthony flirt and then as we finished eating,
Anthony commanded,

"Kevin, why don't you clean up here while Janet and I head to the bedroom
and then you can come in and join us."

I agreed as I thought it would be kinky and sexy as hell to walk in on them
banging, so quickly put the food away and tossed the dishes into the washer
and then walked in on them with him sitting on the bed and her crouched in
front of him sucking on his big black cock and forcing maybe half of it
down her throat while wanking the other half with her hands.  He moaned and
moved her hair away from her face to watch her and I came up next to her
and pulled my cock out too.

Janet was focused on his mammoth organ, so I moved behind her and lifted
her skirt to reveal her ass and pulled her panties down and marveled at how
sexy her ass looked with the garters framing it.  Squirting a little lube
onto my fingers and cock, I pushed a finger into her sphincter and heard
her moan around the head of his cock.  As she started to rock against my
one finger I inserted another and then withdrew them and replaced them with
my cock.  I pushed into her and felt her as close on my cock as she pushed
back aggressively.

Watching her being fed that big black cock while I pounded my dick into her
ass was really making me excited and I had to stop and pull her off sucking
his cock, so we could switch it up.  I had her squat down onto my cock in
the cowgirl away position while Anthony pressed his monster schlong into
her pussy so that we had her in a sandwich filling her with our cocks and
making her come in a constant moaning orgasm.  I could feel her juices
running down from her pussy over my balls and since she was not grinding
into me so much as pushing against his massive invader, I was able to hold
out a little longer.

After just a few more minutes however I did come and as I softened, Janet
pushed Anthony off her and said I had come in her ass so she wanted to have
me eat her while he continued to fuck her like last time as it made her
squirt her orgasm like never before!  We switched with me laying down under
Janet who was on all fours with her pussy smashed onto my face until
Anthony pushed his big black cock into her and I could feel his heavy balls
on my forehead and then Janet's mouth occasionally sucking on my limp
penis.  Janet was not becoming even more vocal saying things like,

"Anthony make me come again on your big black cock.....I love the way your
cock fills me up......oh God it is so big, fuck, oh that's so good.....make
me come on that cock....fill me up with your seed......coming again!"

When she squirted her orgasm this time, she came so hard she pushed his
cock out of her and her spray gushed over his cock, my face and down my
open throat until I felt his cock press into my mouth!  Before I could push
him out, he groaned, pushed it in deeper past my choke point and stuffed it
down my throat until I felt his balls slapping against my face.  He pumped
it in and out of my mouth a few times while saying,

"Damn sissy, you take my cock in your slut mouth better than your wife!  I
knew you could take it and thought you might like the taste of a real man
straight from the source since you been sucking my come out of her pussy!"

"Mggmmmghhh" Was all I could manage as his cock was still thrusting into my
mouth and I could nt pull away being trapped between Janet's thighs, but
she commented with,

"Damn Kevin, you are a slutty sissy, aren't you?  You take his cock better
than I did, so maybe we have you start fluffing my lover?  Oh, it looks
like you like that by the way your cock is getting hard!  You can just
watch him fuck me for the rest of the time he is here you little sissy
cuckold!  This is what you wanted to see after all isn't it honey?"  I was
finally allowed to pull away and watch as Anthony's big black cock slipped
back into Janet and he continued to pound her pussy until they both came.
When he did he looked at me and commanded with a laugh,

"Now get over here and clean my cock slut!  When you're done, clean your
wife's pussy real good so she is not sprouting a little baby you may have a
hard time explaining!"

Sucking on his cock to clean all his and Janet's come off of it was not as
awful as I would have previously thought since I just a short while ago had
it in my mouth anyways, and Sucking on Janet's pussy is always delightful,
but now I knew why she had tasted so 'musky' all these months as I realized
she had been fucking him for months!

After all that was done, and I watched her tidy up her skimpy little black
dress before kissing him long and slowly with plenty of tongue at the door
when he finally left, Janet turned to me and said,

"Well now you know I have been seeing Anthony on the side for some time now
based on your reaction when you were told you were a cuckold and finally
realized I had you sucking out his come from my hot satisfied snatch."

When we woke up Saturday morning, I was feeling a little defeated and
realized as I put on my panties and yoga pants with a t-shirt, that she had
me dressing in woman's clothing for a few weeks and I had not even
complained about it.  I decided I needed to step up and assert myself and
plan my revenge over a cup of coffee.  Heading downstairs I started to brew
the coffee and set out 2 cups for Janet and I as usual.  Then as I realized
what I did, I put her cup away and thought, 'she can get her own from now
on, damn it!'  I decided I would have to leave her and set myself up
somewhere, but had to play it cool until I could drop it on her so it was
not a scramble to keep the finances straight, etc.  Janet came down a short
while later and just had on some yoga shorts with a t-shirt and slippers
and asked where her coffee was.  When I told her, she could get her own in
an angry manner, she just looked at me and got it.  She then came to me and
'topped me off' with a smile and said,

"Don't be mad honey.  I just gave you what you wanted and it's not my fault
he is a better man than you.  Now drink your coffee and we can talk about
how things will go from here, since I do not think I can stop seeing
Anthony and having my pussy filled up by his big black cock after you
talked me into having the affair with him!  I drank my coffee, got up and
said,

"You whore!  You were seeing and fucking him before we even talked about
the threesome! His comments and yours last night prove it.  I just wanted
to spice up our life with some fun and you act like you having an affair
behind my back is my fault!?"

I started to angrily walk away and stumbled on the chair and then tripped
on my own feet as things got blurry and collapsed to the floor, blinking in
confusion until Janet said,

"Well that tranq. worked faster than I thought!  Better pour out the rest
of the coffee just in case.  You see honey, there is about to be some
changes and you have no choice in any of them."

Waking up who knows how much later, I knew my hands were behind my back and
locked with a pair of handcuffs!  There was some sort of gag in my mouth.
As I explored it with my tongue, I realized that it was a penis gag.  What
was going on? I realized we were also in the bathroom.  She had my hands
tied by a strap to the handcuffs and pulled up to the shower head, forcing
me to bend over at the waist.  I was naked and shivering in the chilled
water as it poured over me and started to warm. Janet then took some
shaving cream and a straight razor and proceeded to shave every bit of hair
below my eyebrows.  I definitely didn't like the turn things were taking,
but fighting her while she shaved my most private parts with a straight
razor didn't seem like a good idea, nor was there a whole lot I could do
about it, anyway.

"I think that since you like wearing panties so much, you should have the
experience of everything else that goes along with it," she explained as
she worked over my underarms.  "You'll find that all of your old clothes
have been replaced with my old clothes and some newer items to show the
world your new life."

Surely, she hadn't really thrown out all my clothes!  As she rinsed all of
the hairy soap off of my body, my skin felt strange, tingly and oddly
alive.  She patted me dry all over with a big, soft towel and spread skin
conditioner all over me, dwelling on my semi-hard penis.

"Well that looks much better, but we'll have to do something about your
figure.  That waistline will never do.  As we walked into the bedroom, I
saw some clothes laid out on the bed.  There was a corset, panties,
stockings, and a short denim skirt with a peach colored blouse.  She began
to put the corset on me, but stopped and said,

"Your arms are in the way.  Going to have to fix that.  Fight me and you
will find out just how badly I can mess you up before you even think about
it."

With that, she reached into one of the bags on the bed next to the clothes
and pulled out a leather collar.  She then put some leather cuffs on my
wrists, unlocked the metal ones, and quickly hooked my hands behind my head
to the collar.  I tried to talk around the thing in my mouth, but she
ignored me.  I was able to offer only token resistance as my arms were
asleep and numb from being pulled up and back for so long.  Next, she
started hooking up the corset and pulling the laces in behind me.  Soon I
couldn't breathe and still she was tightening the laces.

"Is that uncomfortable?  Too bad.  It'll give you incentive to work on your
girlish figure, won't it?"

With a final savage jerk, she finished adjusting the laces with a full
knot.

"I think you'll have an interesting time trying to untie that by yourself."

I silently agreed.  It was more like being in a strait jacket than
lingerie.  But there was an illicit thrill to it, despite my deepening
worry that she was going way too far with this.

"Now let's put some panties on you.  Which pair would you like?  You don't
care?  That's no way for a lady to show interest in her appearance.  I
guess we'll try this new pair of peach colored satin ones I bought you.
Oh, my!  You really look cute in them."

Next came a set of latex breast forms which she teasingly placed in the
corset's half cups to fill out my chest.  After that she rolled some
stockings up each leg, hooked them to the garters on the corset, and
smoothed them out with the garters being fed under the panties.  She
quickly admired her work while I tried not to, too embarrassed for words,
even if the gag hadn't been in my mouth.

"Let's see how this outfit I picked out for you fits." she said.

With that she picked up a shimmery peach colored top and worked it over the
tangle of my head and arms.  As it fell down over my torso, it made my
chest feel slightly exposed and with the scoop neckline came down to just
over my falsies.  Then she had me step into the tight light denim skirt
that only came to mid-thigh and zipped it up on the back with a quick jerk.
She looked at me with a grin on her face and said,

"Don't you look adorable!  You'll have to be very careful and ladylike when
you sit or bend over, or the world will see your garters and panties.  Only
a slut would act like that.  If you act like a slut, I'll have to treat you
like one."

What did she mean by 'the world will see you?' I didn't like the
implications in that statement.

"Step into these shoes," she said with the air of command, as she placed a
pair of matching peach shoes with about a 3-1/2 in heel on the floor.
Stepping into them, I found it was tremendously difficult to keep my
balance with my hands fastened behind my neck.

"Now it's time for your makeup.  I'm going to remove the gag, but I don't
want to hear a single word, or I'll put it back in and leave it there for a
whole day."

Janet gave me a look that indicated she clearly meant it.  Well, I figured,
we've gone this far, so why fight it.  She spent the next thirty minutes
completing my makeup, going through foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and
mascara, adding a light blush, and finishing with a bright, deep pink rose
lipstick.  She topped it off combing my long hair into a center part with
bangs and put it into a short pony tail.

"Now you can look at yourself," she said as she led me to a mirror.

I couldn't believe it!  A beautiful girl looked back at me.  Looking at the
reflection in the mirror, the hemline of the skirt seemed even shorter than
I thought, at least six inches above my knees.  I heard a soft "click."  I
turned around, and Janet was taking pictures of me!

"You can't admire yourself all day, sweetie. We've got a busy afternoon and
evening ahead of us."

My heart sank.  She was really going to force me to go out dressed like
this!  I started to speak, wanting to talk her out of it, but she picked up
the cock-shaped gag and moved ominously toward me.  I shut up.  With that,
my wife changed into a plain pair of her old baggy slacks, a blouse, flats
and fluffed her hair, not even bothering to use any makeup on herself,
which was unusual.  She noted my confusion and said,

"I don't want to steal any of the attention you deserve, honey."  She said
while she clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the garage.  As she
opened the passenger door, I began to shake in fear.  She just pushed me
off balance into the car, which wasn't hard, and she buckled the seat belt.
Bound as I was, with my hands behind my head, there was no way I could do
anything but go along.  As she drove us away, she said,

"I know you're dying of curiosity, honey, wondering what this is all about.
It's simple really.  I noticed about six months ago that your computer
activity had climbed, and you were using quite a bit of our data.  When I
checked on it, it showed me the sites you were going to.  Not very smart of
you to fail to cover up your tracks on that, and you're an IT guy so it is
just like you wanted to be caught.  I started carefully marking dates and
times to confirm my suspicions, about you watching Interracial porn and
then actually sissy and BBC porn!  Really, I don't mind, honey.  In fact,
it really turned me on when I saw one you had left up about how the cuckold
was feminized so that the wife could be banged by the black lover.  So I'm
going to make sure that you live your fantasy to the fullest.  It's really
perfect, because MY fantasy is to dominate my husband completely while
routinely having sex with a real alpha male who just happens to be the
black man you set us up with and I'm going to act that out, too."

I sat there stunned as she told me this and wondered where we were going.
"I've arranged for you to take a two-week surprise vacation starting
Monday.  Your boss thinks that we're going on a second honeymoon cruise."
She giggled.

"In a way, we are, aren't we?  For the next two weeks, you're going to live
entirely as a female and follow my every command.  If you give me any shit
at all, I'll send those pictures of you admiring yourself to your boss,
your secretary and the family.  I think they'd get a good laugh from them,
don't you?  To get you ready for our little adventure, we're going to the
mall to do some shopping for your vacation."

I kept hoping it was all a joke.  That any moment she'd turn the car
around, laughing at how she'd scared me, and we'd play for a while in bed,
then it'd be over.  But my guts were cold.  I couldn't talk myself into
believing it'd happen that way.  I knew she was dead serious.  As we pulled
into the mall parking lot she said,

"In case you're having any thoughts about running away, remember that you
don't have any car keys, wallet or money. If you don't do exactly as I say,
I'll leave you here to get back on your own."

She was right!  Trying to get home without her, dressed like this, wasn't
an option.  I couldn't even think of hitchhiking.  Cold sweat popped out on
my brow as I realized that I was stuck. I had to do what she said.  I
didn't even want to think of what her plans were.


      					THE MALL

I was terrified.  There I was, tied into my car seat, dressed as a woman
from high heels to hair, with my wrists handcuffed to a leather collar
around my neck, for all the world to see.  And my wife had driven me to the
shopping mall to shop for clothes to complete my wardrobe.  I wanted to cry
out in frustration and terror, but there was a penis-shaped gag buried in
my throat.  The excitement I'd felt at home was long gone.
 After she stopped the car in the parking lot, she turned to me and
unlocked the collar, cuffs, and removed the gag from my mouth.

"Now, can I trust you to behave in here, or will I have to really embarrass
you?  And by behave, I mean do everything I say without question."

 With a numb feeling in my stomach I said,

"Yes honey, I'll be good."

"Wonderful!  I know we're going to have a marvelous time."

With that, she made me fix the lipstick the gag had smeared and showed me
how to powder my sweaty forehead.  We got out of the car and walked into
the mall.  The heels caused my hips to sway noticeably.  I did my best to
minimize it.  She looked at me with a grin and said,

"My, aren't we calling attention to ourselves!" and laughed merrily.  "Our
first stop is at the beauty parlor.  We don't have that much time, so today
we'll just touch up your makeup and do your nails.  Your hair can wait
until tomorrow.  I've already made an appointment for you."

The voyage through the crowded mall was tremendously humiliating.  I kept
waiting for someone to recognize me, or see through the disguise my wife
had applied and sneer at a man in a short skirt, top and makeup.  It was
almost a relief to near the beauty shop.  While I didn't draw any of the
disgusted looks I was afraid of, I got way too much attention, and the
appreciative smiles were almost worse than mockery would have been.  We
walked into the parlor, and she talked to the receptionist.

"Hello.  I called earlier for a 'special appointment' for Kandi."

A pretty brunette overheard and approached.

"Hi!  I'm Cindy and everything is ready.  Follow me please."

She led us past the filled stations into a back room.

"Please have a seat here."

I looked at the chair and then my wife with some misgivings.

"SIT DOWN!  You heard what the lady said!" my wife commanded and shoved me
into the chair.  Before I could recover, she pulled two Velcro lined straps
out of her purse and quickly strapped my arms to the armrests, rendering me
completely helpless.

"Now sit there quietly, or I'll have to take further steps."

The stylist was trying, though not very hard, to cover a big smirk on her
face.

"Go ahead and start on her. I don't think she'll give you any trouble.  How
long do you think this will take?"

"For everything you asked for, about an hour and a half."

"Good, I'll be back then.  I've got some shopping to do.  If she gives you
any trouble, feel free to take whatever action you think is appropriate."

She then walked out of the store, leaving me alone with the stylist.

"You aren't going to make any trouble, are you?" she teased.

I shook my head no, not trusting my voice.  Sounding like a man would've
been too embarrassing, and I'd feel like a fool if I tried a false woman's
voice.

"Too bad.  I think I'd enjoy disciplining and humiliating you.  You're
obviously into it.  Maybe I should see if my boyfriend would look as good
as you do dressed up."

That definitely made me decide not to resist - as if I could have anyway.
I did my best to ignore her flattery, too.  The last thing I wanted to do
was look too much like a woman.

"Debbie here is going to do your nails, and I'll be giving you a light
makeover.  Your lady friend made a separate appointment for your hair for
tomorrow."

She turned her attention to my face and began working me over as Debbie
began my nails.  Sixty minutes later, she was still working on my face, and
Debbie had mockingly told me to remove my hose so she could do my toenails.
The bands around my wrists made that impossible, of course, and I cringed
as the girl touched me and did it herself.  I kept my eyes closed, unable
to face the changes being made to me.  The worst part was having my
eyebrows plucked into shape.  How could I hide that when the "vacation" was
over?

"This is a 'light' makeover?" I wondered to Cindy in a safe whisper, trying
to joke. "How long does it take for a complete job?"  I really didn't want
to know. At that moment my wife walked in with a shopping bag.

"How are we coming?  Oh, she looks just darling!" Janet said as she grinned
at me.

She then bent over and admired my bright red toenails.  Confirming that
Debbie was finished, she rolled my hose part way up and began digging
through a huge shopping bag.

"What are you doing, honey?" I asked in a meek, gender neutral voice.

"Oh, I didn't think that those shoes were flattering enough, so I dropped
into the Wild Pair to find you something prettier. I know you're just dying
to wear them, but with that corset on I don't imagine you can bend over far
enough to strap them on."

That was an understatement!  While I'd gotten used to taking shallow
breaths in the corset, there was no way I could bend that far down. I
couldn't see what the shoes looked like from the angle I was sitting in the
chair, but I could tell they had a much higher heel than the other set.

"There!" Cindy announced proudly.  "That about finishes you.  How are you
coming, Debbie?"

"Just a few minutes to let the last coat dry."

After about five very uncomfortable minutes of listening to girl talk, she
said,

"That about does it.  Let's stand up and have a look at you."

My wife then removed the Velcro straps, freeing me from the chair.  I stood
up and almost fell.  I looked down at my shoes.  They were a pair of cream
ankle straps with at least a five-inch heel.  I could barely stand in them.
It was amazing what a difference an inch and a half made.  I then looked in
the mirror, for the first time, and almost didn't recognize myself.  The
person standing there was a short, truly beautiful, entirely feminine woman
staring back at me with wide, shocked, expertly made up eyes!  Her skin
looked perfectly smooth and her lips were strikingly highlighted.  I
reflexively raised my hands to my face, not believing what I was seeing,
and then noticed my nails.  One full inch long and a deep liquid red -
exactly the color of my skillfully painted lips and toes.  My wife smiled
approvingly at me and said,

"Don't they look lovely, Kandi?"

"Y . . . Yes," I stammered, too shocked to lie.  "They're beautiful. I
can't believe it!"

"Let's go, Kandi, we've got plenty still to do.  Now it's time for some
clothes shopping.  With a gorgeous bod and sexy face like you have, we must
get you some 'hot' outfits to match."

I slowly emerged from my state of shock and wished I hadn't.  I was drawing
even more attention now.  The way men were staring at me left no doubt as
to their thoughts.  I stayed as close to Janet as I could as she slowly
toured store fronts.  Our first stop was "The Body Shop."  My wife had me
try on countless outfits in the dressing room.  It was sheer torture,
climbing into and out of one revealing outfit after another.  I was
horrified of being recognized and arrested for this perversion.  She ended
up picking out a short black leather skirt with matching bustier, and a
white satin minidress with a deeply scooped neckline.  Then she made me pay
for the items with my American Express Card - with my real name on it!  The
sales clerk gave me a shocked look and then a big smirk.

My face turned beet red from embarrassment.  My slim hand shook as I tried
to grip the pen and sign the sales slip with my too long nails.  We went
from store to store for about two more endless hours.  I must have tried on
forty outfits and purchased at least a dozen.  My ribs were killing me from
the constant pressure of the corset and my feet ached from walking and
standing in those incredible heels.

"Here we go.  One last stop," my wife said as we turned into another
boutique.

"Why don't you have a seat for a couple of minutes."

She didn't have to tell me twice.  I was exhausted.  I sat in the chair she
indicated, relieved to get a load off my feet.  I carefully smoothed my
hemline as I sat down (I'd learned this lesson the hard way through some
embarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers).  I was so tired, I
didn't know what store I was in, and really didn't care.  I let my eyes
close.  One of the clerks came up behind me and said,

"Just sit still now."  There was a sudden, intense burning sensation in my
right ear.  My eyes leapt open, and I tried to get up.  She held my head
firmly with one hand and said, "Just a few seconds.  Hold still."

The sharp pain was repeated in the other ear.  She then rubbed both with
some alcohol and fiddled with each ear for a few seconds.

"There, that does it.  You can get up now."

I stood up and looked in the mirror.  She had pierced my ears and placed a
little gold ball in each of them!  3 on the left and 2 on the right! What
would I do at the at the end of two weeks?  Those holes in my ears were
going to take a long time to heal over.

"Okay, that finishes us here.  It's time for us to go home and get ready to
go out tonight."

With that, we walked back towards the car - slowly, because I was forced to
take such mincing steps in the tall shoes.  As we got into the car I turned
and said,

"Honey, this is ridiculous.  Look at my hands!  I can't -"

She slapped me hard on the cheek, staggering me.  She immediately pulled
out a pair of handcuffs, put them on me, and secured them behind me to the
headrest, making me completely helpless.

"I can see that you need a lesson to show you that I mean business. When
I'm finished with you, you're going to beg me to dress you up, take you
out, and make you look as pretty and sexy as possible!  We both know that
you've secretly dreamed about this.  Well it's happening and there's not a
damned thing you can do to stop it!  The sooner you realize that you're no
longer in control of what happens to you, the happier you'll be!"

"But honey," I whined, "don't you think that this's a little -"

She rammed the gag back in my mouth.

"What were you saying dear?  I didn't catch it?  Oh well, I guess it wasn't
very important."

We pulled away from the mall with me helpless in the passenger seat,
thankful that the tinted windows offered me a little protection from casual
observation.  As I began to look around me I realized that this was not the
way home.  Where was she taking me now?  She noticed me squirming and
looking around and said,

"Don't know where we're going?  Well, as much as you deserve to be
humiliated more in public, that'll have to wait.  I just have to pick
something up."

My relief quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped, and I looked at where we
were.  It was a shop entitled "Exotic Leather Goods."

"I need to grab a few things to ensure that you learn your lesson properly.
Don't do anything naughty while I'm gone."

So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any passersby to see,
trapped in a feminine appearance and clothing with an artificial penis
filling my mouth.  Now that we'd stopped, the tinted windows weren't nearly
dark enough.  Just about the time I was about to go into full panic mode,
my wife came up to the car with a bag in her hand that she put into the
trunk before she got in and started the car. As she drove us home, she
said,

"I was planning to take you out for a nice dinner and dancing tonight, but
you obviously don't deserve a reward like that yet.  So, instead I'm going
to teach you a lesson in obedience.  When I'm through with you, you'll beg
me to dress you up in sexy outfits, so you can show off."

Brother, was I in trouble.  I was afraid to even think of what my "lesson"
would be.  I was sure that it would not be pleasant, but I knew there was
no way she could make good on her promise that I'd want her to expose me
publicly.  Finally, we pulled into the garage.  My wife leaned over and
connected my wrist cuffs to the collar.  After that she disconnected my
hands from the headrest, giving me no chance to get free.  She then reached
into her big purse, pulled out a leash, and connected it to the collar.
Getting her bag, my wife got out of the car and came around to my door.  I
still could not move because I was strapped in by the seat belt.  She
unhooked it and gave a tug on the leash.

"Come along now, Kandi," she ordered as we walked into the house.  We
stopped in the kitchen.

"The first thing we need to work on is this tendency of yours to talk back
and question everything I say.  After all, I can't keep that gag in your
mouth all the time.  Unless, of course, you like the feel of something
shaped like a cock in your throat?"

I shook my head violently in the negative.

"Well then, you need to show me that you can behave.  Believe me, I hate
keeping that beautiful mouth of yours gagged all the time.  There are so
many better uses for it."

Having said that she pulled what looked like a leather sleeve with some
laces running down the length out of the bag of things she'd just bought.
She then walked out of the room for a few seconds and returned with several
pieces of rope.  She unlocked the wrist cuffs and had me put my hands
behind my back.  She then secured them with the handcuffs again.  Next, she
picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms, securing it with some straps
in front of my shoulder, guaranteeing that it would not come off.  Then she
began tightening the laces, straightening my arms and pulling my elbows
together until they were about four inches apart.  It hurt like hell and
forced me to pull my shoulders back and arch my back to accommodate the
position of my arms.  My arms and shoulders began to ache almost
immediately.

"My, aren't you the brazen little slut!" she laughed as she looked at me.
I had to admit that the way my back was arched did throw out my chest,
emphasizing my big breasts.  Next, she took a long length of rope, tied it
to a ring on the sleeve below my hands and ran it to a hook it the ceiling.
As she pulled on the rope, it forced me to bend at the waist while she
pulled my arms towards the ceiling.  Tying the rope off onto a doorknob,
she commented,

"There, that should keep you.  Comfy?"

Hardly!  I was still in those ridiculous heels and this position forced all
of my weight onto my toes, which were already in agony.  Adding to this,
the bent over position made the corset so tight that I was gasping for
breath in tiny pants.  I felt like I was going to pass out.  The next thing
I knew she was pulling my skirt up over my waist, exposing my pantied
bottom.  Then she pulled the panties down around my ankles.

"Are you ready for your first punishment?"

I had no way to say no, of course. She fumbled around in the bag.  When I
looked, she had pulled out a leather paddle.  There was no doubt what her
intended target was.  Bound as I was, there was also not a damn thing that
I could do about it.

SMACK!

She connected right on my bare ass with a stinging blow.  "I think that
fifty good ones is about right for talking back to your mistress, don't
you?"

SMACK!

She continued.  After about twenty, I lost all control and was crying like
a baby.  Each stroke seemed to sting more than the one before it.  Finally,
she reached fifty.  My entire behind felt like it was on fire.  She then
pulled the panties up and pulled my hem down again.

"That was just your first punishment.  I told you that you would never
forget this lesson.  I'll be back in a little while. I'm going to take a
shower and rest a bit.  My arms are tired.  Don't go anywhere."  Her arms
were tired!  At my ass and thigh's expense!  I stood there, miserably bent
over, dreading the next punishment, and wondering what it would be.




  					PUNISHMENT



I'm sure my wife was gone no more than an hour, but it felt like days.  I
was trapped there, standing on my cramping toes in those tall high heels,
bent forward at the waist, exposing my swat-inflamed, pink pantied rear
under the hem of my short denim skirt.  My eyes burned from sweat and tear
dissolved makeup that'd run into them while she spanked me with the heavy
leather paddle.  I could barely breathe because of the way I was tied and
tight corset cinching my waist into nothingness.  There was nothing for me
to do but suffer and ruminate on my situation.  I was trapped by more than
my agonizing posture.  She'd taken pictures of me and threatened to give
them to my boss and secretary if I gave her any trouble for the next two
weeks of my surprise vacation.  She'd made me watch her drop them off at a
fifty-minute photo place at the mall, and I was positive she had the prints
hidden somewhere I'd never find them.  All because I'd thought to spice up
our life and introduce some Interracial sex!  Okay, to tell the truth, it
was more than just the IR sex as she was right, some of it was sissy
cuckold stuff.  Now, she was determined to turn me into Kandi, a sexy
little crossdresser who'd beg to be allowed to go out dancing, so she could
be seen and admired!  A dizzy wave of pain made me start crying again.  I
suddenly stiffened.  What if that wasn't all she wanted to make me do?
What if she was trying to do more than show off my cute ass and pouty red
mouth?  She'd already called me 'slut' a couple of times.  What if she
meant it?  I almost fainted.  I had to end this before it went any further.
She'd promised me still more punishment, and I didn't think I could take
any more.  Maybe, if I acted the way she wanted, she'd relent.  More
importantly, if I cooperated, there was sure to be a chance to catch her
off guard and escape before any real damage was done.  By the time I
finally heard the door open, I was in such total agony that thinking of
ways to escape my feminization was the last thing on my mind.  I'd have
done anything simply to be allowed to stand up straight.  I was dizzy from
the unending struggle to breathe.  My legs were cramped into fiery pillars
of pain.  I tried to sob out around the penis gag what was supposed to be
her name.

"Well, well," she drawled from behind me, "don't you look sexy!  How's that
nice little ass feel now, Kandi?  Still hot and pink as your panties?"

I heard her walking across the vinyl floor until she was right behind me.
Between my quivering legs, I saw that she'd changed into some shoes I'd
never seen before.  The black high heels must have been six inches tall and
were tipped with narrow metal spikes. Her ankles were covered in black
fishnet hose.  I jumped when I felt her hand on my ass, then tried to stand
very still for whatever she was going to do.  She petted me between my
cheeks.

"Is it too tender, darling?  Oh, dear.  It's hard to answer me with that
nasty gag in your mouth, isn't it?"

I nodded frantically.

"Will you be a good girl if I take it out?"

I nodded so hard that time that I almost dislocated my shoulders.  I gasped
the instant the thing slid out of my dried lips.  I wanted to scream at her
to turn me loose.

Instead, I croaked out, "Thank you."

"Why you're quite welcome, dear.  Would you like to stand up?"

"Please!" My voice shook wildly.

"One little thing, and I'll loosen the rope."

I heard her dig through the bag of things she'd bought and wondered what my
next torture was.  She tugged my panties down and ran a finger lubricated
with something cold and slick over my exposed asshole.  Then, she eased the
finger inside me.  It hurt like hell, but what could I do?  If I screamed
or protested, she'd do it anyway and leave me tied in this bent forward
position - or something worse.  I gritted my teeth and endured as best as I
could.  She wiggled the finger inside me and ran it in and out a couple of
times.  Cold sweat again popped out all over me, but there was a strange
heat, also.  When she pulled her hand away, I thought she was finished.
Then I felt something cold and hard being pressed into me, something much
fatter than a finger.  It spread me so wide I thought I was going to have
to scream, then narrowed, letting my sphincter muscle clamp around it.

"Very good, honey.  In case you're wondering, that's your very own butt
plug.  I'm sure it's painful, but you'll get used to it. I expect you to
wear it at all times unless I tell you otherwise.  Is that clear?"

I nodded jerkily.

"Say it!"

"Yes," I choked out.  "I understand."

When she unhooked the rope from the doorknob and let me stand, I staggered
and almost collapsed.  Even the tiny breathing space the tight corset gave
me felt wonderful.  I gasped as deep lungful's of air as I could.  I barely
noticed her loosening the long leather sleeve laced up my arms, locking my
elbows together, but I was sure aware of the added freedom and the
lessening torture.

She had to help me to a chair, holding me by my wrists, still cuffed behind
my back.  I hissed when I sat, both from tender ass cheeks and the suddenly
more noticeable discomfort of the thing buried in my ass.  Until then, I
hadn't looked at her, and what I saw shocked and frightened me.  She looked
nothing at all like my wife!  She was wearing a shiny, form-fitting black
latex bodysuit that looked something like wildly cut one-piece swimwear.
There was a seam down the middle decorated with silver studs.  The outfit
made her nipples stand out and was buried in the valley between her pussy
lips.  The stiletto heels made her much taller than I was, even in the
five-inch heels I wore.  Her eyes were made up in a way that reminded me of
Cleopatra, with immense lashes and eyeliner and silver eye shadow drawn out
almost to her temples.  Her lips were a deep, deep red that made her teeth
look too white.

"Oh dear, you look terrible!  Have you been ruining your makeup by crying?"

I nodded, shocked by her appearance.  I heard myself whine,

"It hurt."

"It was supposed to," she said like she was explaining something obvious to
a child.  "And that was nothing compared to what I'll do if you start
misbehaving again."

She tied my bound wrists to the chair and brought me some water.  I sipped
thirstily until I noticed how badly I had to pee.  It'd been a long time
since I'd used the toilet. About then the blood flowing through my arms
began to tingle, then burn, hurting almost as badly as being tied had.

"It'll pass," she said with a grin.

"Can I use the bathroom?  Please?" I requested urgently.

"Soon.  But first we've got to get you looking pretty again.  Do you know
how much the makeover you ruined cost?"

So, she led me back to the bedroom.  I couldn't help noticing how the butt
plug made me walk even more enticingly than I had merely in the high heels.
Was there no end to my humiliation?  I had to endure another eternal thirty
minutes at her vanity before I was allowed to pee - sitting down, of
course, with my wife standing there impatiently.  I couldn't help but sigh
my relief as yet more room was made for me to breathe.  As I stood for her
to pull my panties up, I was amazed that I felt almost comfortable in the
corset and heels.

"Such a sexy smile," she observed, tucking my penis back between my legs.
Her fingers lingered there.  Her incredibly lush, wet lips hovered inches
from mine, and I felt myself begin to harden in her hand.

"Do you feel good, love?"

"A little," I confessed, reminding myself that I had to go along with her
mad game.

"Don't you feel pretty?"

"Kind of."

"Pretty enough to go out to dinner now?"

I blushed.

"I'm awfully tired.  Can we do that another time?"  My penis was at full
erection by then, and she was showing no sign of stopping.

"But you would if I insisted?"

My hips rocked in time with her caress under my short skirt.

"I'd have to.  I know what'd happen if I tried to fight you."

"Oh, no you don't," she whispered into my face.  "It'd be a hundred times
worse than you can imagine, Kandi.  Trust me on that.  You don't want to
ever do anything that'd make me angry. Never again.  Understand?"

I nodded, feeling her stroking hand more clearly than I heard her soft
words.  The way she was rubbing me through the silky material of the
panties was driving me wild.  I parted my lips, leaning forward to kiss
her.  She quickly pulled away and squeezed my balls with enough force to
make me feel nauseated.

"Ah, ah!  None of that, darling.  I'll not have you smearing that pretty
lipstick of yours until I tell you to.  Is my baby getting all hot?  Her
sweet clittie's swollen so big.  Would she like me to make her cum?"

"Yes," I whispered.  "Please."

"You'd cum in your panties and then sleep in them?"

"Yes.  I don't care.  Just -"

"You'd lick and suck my pussy until I told you to stop, and then cum in
them for me?"

Oral sex had always delighted me, so this was not a punishment.

"Yes!  Anything you want!"

She dropped her hand and took me back to the bedroom, pushing me to my
knees beside the bed.  She quickly opened a Velcro closure hidden under the
metal studs of the bodysuit and peeled away a strip of fabric that'd
covered her groin.  She straddled my head and sat on the edge of the
mattress.  I stared in shock between her legs.  She'd shaved her pussy
completely bald as opposed to the little strip she normally had.  Her
pinkish-brown labia shone with moisture.

"Kiss those lips, Kandi.  French kiss that mouth, you little slut.  Tongue
fuck it like you mean it and maybe I'll let you cum."

I made myself lean forward and started to lap at her.

"No!" she yelled, grabbing me by my hair and slamming my face into her,
humping my nose with her hips.  "Do it, you fag slut, or we'll go out and
pick somebody up to fuck YOU!"

I did it with every bit of energy I could summon.  I was turning her on!
Her thrusts and approving curses were heartfelt.  I'd never heard her even
half so aroused when we made love normally.  My penis strained inside the
tight panties as I eagerly wallowed between her legs, licking and sucking
wherever she told me to and going fast or slow according to her commands.
When she orgasmed, I thought she was going to smother me.  She screamed,
and her legs clamped around me like steel bands, trapping both my mouth and
nose.  Her pussy twitched around my tongue and my nose nuzzled her clit.
Just as I started seeing black dots dancing in front of my eyes, she spread
her legs and I came up gasping for air.

I felt right on the edge of cumming myself.  I looked down and saw that the
hem of my hose clad legs were spread wide.  My dress had slid up high
enough to show the garters and the panties beneath.  My cock was still
almost invisible, pointing toward my butt. It looked like I had a girl's
middle, and I was so turned on I was about to die!  I'd never wanted to cum
so bad in my whole life, and I couldn't reach out to jack off.  I tried to
pull my legs together, hoping that maybe I could rub my thighs together and
get off that way.  It didn't work.  I heard my wife laugh.

"Would my horny baby like to cum in her panties now?  Would she like to rub
her clit with those sexy hands for me?"

I saw that she was laying back on the bed, staring down at me from between
her legs.  She was stroking her clit, just like her words were describing.

"Would you like me to fix your nasty mouth, so you can be pretty for me,
and jack off for me like a dirty little slut?"

"Yes!  Oh, god, please!"

When she helped me up, she didn't have to tell me to lay down on the bed.
I did it on my own.  She spread my legs and snapped handcuffs attached to
the bedframe around my ankles.  Then she freed my hands from behind my
back, clicking the left wrist to the bed over my head.  The right one she
set free.

"Now do it slow, Kandi.  You can't cum until I tell you to."

I was almost oblivious by then.  My hand felt clumsy after being imprisoned
for so long, but it flew straight to my middle. She slapped it away and
pinned my arm under her weight.

"Listen to me, cunt!  Unless you do it MY way, you don't get to do it at
all!  Now just lay there until I say so!"

I panted while she swayed to the vanity to bring what she needed to repair
my face again. I begged her to hurry.  Her hand lightly tickled my painful
balls and I cooperated to the max, holding my mouth open like I was hungry
for the lipstick, turning my head this way and that so she could powder my
cheeks and chin to her satisfaction.

"God, you're a sexy little whore, Kandi!  Now do exactly as I say.  First,
lift your skirt out of the way.  Now scratch the length of your clit with
those nasty red fingernails!"

The scrape of my long nails through the silk almost made me shoot off right
then.  I dimly heard the click of the shutter as she took more pictures,
but there was nothing I could do about it.  I knew I was angling my hips up
provocatively, but I had to in order to reach myself.

"Feel good, honey?  I wish you could see how sexy you are," she cooed.
"Now stick your hand inside the panties and rub it, just a little."

The thrill was electrifying!  It took every bit of willpower I owned not to
jerk it just the once it'd take to send me over.  But my wife's ominous
warning rang in my ears.  I may have whined, but I didn't cum.

"Perfect baby!  Now push your panties down under your balls.  I want to see
it.  I want to watch that pretty hand makes you shoot cum up in the air.
NO!  NOT YET!  I want you to just hold it for a second, just squeeze it.
Feel how good it feels."  I was dying.  My ears were ringing and my whole
body was stiff.  I was panting like a dog.

"Please!  Please," I howled.

"Tell me your name, slut!  Tell me who you are and I'll let you cum!"

"Kandi," I shrieked.  "I'm Kandi!"

"And you just love looking sexy, don't you!"

"Yes!  Yes!"

"Beg me to take you dancing tomorrow night!"

"Please take me out!  Anywhere you want!"

"Do you want to show off?  Do you want to wear that nasty black minidress
and tall heels and bright make up?  Show everybody what a hot little slut
you are?"

"Yes!  I'll do it!"

"Do you WANT to do it?"

"Yes!  Yes!  I want to be a slut and let everybody see me!"

"Then cum for me, Kandi!  Rub your clit and cum!"

The explosion ripped through me like lightning.  My first blast of sperm
must have shot two feet in the air.  There were many more spurts to follow,
and my flying hand was slick with it long before I was finished.  I
collapsed onto the mattress, weak as a baby.  She touched my shrinking
penis, and I gasped.  It was so sensitive I couldn't stand it.  I heard her
low chuckle, but she relented and lifted her hand.  She brushed my lips
with her fingers, and I automatically kissed them, tasting something salty
and sticky.  My drowsy eyes sprang open.  It was my cum!  I jerked my head
away.

"Do you really want to make me angry, Kandi?  Do you really want to resist
me?  Are you ready for a hot, long dick to slide up your asshole?"  Her
voice was a frightening growl.  "No," I whispered.  My eyes threatened to
overflow.

"Then lick every drop of cum from my fingers like a good slut."

More humiliated than I'd been while giving the clerks my charge card, I did
what she demanded.  She scooped every last bit of sperm off my dress and
slack penis and made me swallow it.  Finally, after I'd licked my own hand
clean, she was satisfied.  After she'd made me change into a red teddy, she
chained me to the foot of the bed and made me sleep on a blanket on the
floor.  She'd loosened my girdle a little but made me sleep in makeup and
the rest of the outfit.  The butt plug was still there, too.  She fed me a
can of diet milkshake and a tiny salad.

"You need to get used to being this way, Kandi.  This IS the way you're
going to be for the next two weeks.  Maybe longer, if you give me any
trouble.  I can't wait to get our next photos back.  They'll show anybody
who sees them just how much you love living this way."

The renewed threat to give them to my boss cowed me even further.  I'd
never been so miserable in my life.  She'd reminded me, as she handcuffed
me to the bedframe, of what she'd said earlier.

"I told you, Kandi.  I knew you didn't believe me then, but now you know.
I made you beg me to go out and flaunt your slutty body, just like I said I
would."  I cried as quietly as I could in the darkness.  Somehow, some way,
I HAD to get out of this!




					ADJUSTMENTS



I woke up stiff and sore, with the thing in my ass hurting like hell.  That
and being on the floor were instant reminders of everything that'd
happened.  I tried a deep breath but was stopped by the corset.  I had to
sweep my hair out of my mouth.  My fingernails startled me so much that my
handcuffs clinked on the bed.  The mattress moved, and my wife's sleepy
face peered down at me.

"Good morning, Kandi?  Did you sleep okay?"

A bitter retort was on my lips when I saw her face turn hard.  I swallowed
my protest.

"Um, it was okay."

She looked pleased.

"That's the spirit, darling!  What a good girl you're being!  Just for
that, I'll let you go to the bathroom alone."

I tried to hide the hope surging through me by looking down at the floor
and thanked her.  My heart was pounding.  She dashed it by holding up a
pair cuffs with a short length of chain between them.  She clicked them
around my ankles before unlocking me from the bed and made me put on the
five-inch heels.  I had to take short mincing steps.  Even if I could get
away from her, where could I go in a corset and teddy with shackles on my
legs?  Seeing my dismay, she laughed heartily as I walked delicately from
the room.  I hated seeing myself in the mirror.  There was still sleep worn
lipstick on my mouth, eyeliner around my eyes, and flakes of mascara all
over my cheeks.  My hair was a tangled mop.  Under the teddy I was as
hairless as my wife, and the corset showing through the lacy lingerie
showed a shape as nice as hers, too.  I could barely see a man beneath all
that.  The haggard woman in the mirror looked familiar, like my twin sister
might have if I had one.  I felt foolish standing to pee, having to hold
the red teddy out of the way, but I was damned if I'd squat unless I had
to.  The long red fingernails embarrassed me as they touched my heavy
morning cock.  I had to look away as I did my business.  I tried to think.
I could take a razor out with me to use as a weapon - but they were all the
disposable kind and wouldn't work. Not that I could really hurt her, not
even for this.  But maybe I could convince her I meant business.  To my
dismay, there were no scissors, no nothing.  Every conceivable weapon had
been taken away.  I almost cried in frustration and managed not to only by
reminding myself how feminine a reaction that'd be.  I pulled myself
together.  There'd be another time, other chances, if I played my cards
right.  Hating what I had to do, I tugged a brush through my hair and
rinsed my face and mouth.  I tried a practice smile, but it was too scary.
I had to stay away from mirrors.  Janet arched an eyebrow when I traipsed
back out with as much enthusiasm as I could find.

"Why you little darling!  You cleaned up for me!"

"Would you like me to bring you coffee in bed?" I asked her, remembering to
speak softly in as feminine a voice as I could muster.

"Not this time.  Sit down there and get started on your face, my little cum
lover.  I'll make the coffee." she responded, dashing my hopes of getting
away one more time.  She cuffed my legs to the back legs of the vanity's
chair and roped my chest tightly to the back.  I might be able to reach the
knot, I thought.

"Now do a good job, honey.  I want you to look pretty. Remember, we've got
an appointment to get your hair done this afternoon."

"But I can't!" I protested.  "I don't know how!"

"Come darling," she warned as she turned away.  "You've watched me hundreds
of time, and Cindy and I showed you exactly how it needs to be done.  Do it
and do it right, or else!"

The moment she was out of sight, I tried the knot.  It was tight, and I
could get no leverage because of the angle of my wrists.  I fumbled with it
anyway, desperately, but to no avail. Again, tears threatened me.  This
time I couldn't hold them off. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I'd never
felt anything like that in my life.  I was terrified and helpless.  She was
outsmarting me at every turn.  I was horrified - she was winning!  She WAS
going to be able to make me do whatever she demanded, no matter how sick or
twisted. I was never going to be able to resist her.  I barely noticed when
she came in that she was in makeup as wild as the night before and wearing
an ebony minidress that looked as wet and skin tight as her bodysuit had.

"You have not done your make-up?  You broke a nail trying to get out?  You
worthless bitch!  I took you out and made you look pretty.  I told you not
to disappoint me and it seems you like to be punished."

She took the restraints off and grabbed me by the hair and flung me onto
the bed and before I could squirm away, crying out not to hurt me, she had
me strapped onto the bed face down and spread eagled with each wrist and
ankle cuffed to the corner of the bed.

"you'll pay for your disobedience cunt.  When I give an order, I expect it
to be followed, and quickly from now on!" she scolded.

I received another 50 paddle marks on my bottom and by the 20th, I was
again a blubbering idiot begging to be allowed to be a good girl.  Then
when I thought she was done and I could catch my breath, I felt a sharp
stinging across my back and she had just used a many stranded whip across
my back so that no lasting marks would be left.  At the end of the 50
lashes, I would have promised anything to make the pain stop and when she
asked,

"So, will you do what I told you to do bitch?  You need to understand that
I am in charge now and you are my little bitch to do with as I please!  You
got that Kandi?"

"Yes. I whimpered.

"What did you say?  You address me with respect when I discipline you bitch
or we start all over!  Now do you understand?" she scolded.

"Yes Janet.  I understand and will not disobey anymore.  I promise!" I
cried.

I hated her for what she'd done - all of it, but it was a strange hatred,
more fear than anger, if that makes sense.  It didn't to me at this point.
I was more and more convinced that I wasn't going to be able to escape her
- ever.  My self-confidence had been eaten away over the past day until I
doubted everything except her cunning.  After I bathed, I wrapped a towel
around me in a feminine manner since I was so disgusted at seeing how
feminine I had become.  Somehow, being naked was even worse than wearing
the corset and teddy had been.  My hairlessness seemed all the reminder I
needed.  I knew the towel was a feminine gesture, but I couldn't stand
seeing myself that way.  When I finally minced out of the bathroom in my
shackles, she acted like nothing had ever happened.  She was chatty, in a
kind of girl to girl way.  She'd loaded a tray with fresh fruit and coffee.
My mouth watered as I ate my share and tried to make light conversation.
She was critical of my voice, but not in a vicious way.  As she cleared the
scant meal, she told me to do my makeup like a good girl.  I promptly tried
to imitate what had been done to me several times the day before.  I'd been
paying no attention and was finding the task overwhelming.  I swallowed my
fear and meekly asked for her help.  I watched her expressionless face as
she approached, fearful of her wrath, but her smile made me try to, also.

"Of course, my love.  I'm so happy you asked."  She pressed her soft
breasts against the back of my head as she hugged me.

"I'd love to help make you beautiful.  But," she warned tenderly, you must
learn to do it for yourself, or I'll be upset."

"I will," I vowed, relishing the feel of her chest wrapping around me.
"Uh, by the way, I think you're beautiful today."

It was the most truthful thing I'd said all day.

"Um," she purred, sliding her hands down my smooth chest, playing with my
nipples, rubbing her breasts more firmly against me.

"Thank you, lover.  I knew you'd like it as much as I do."

She let her hands slide lower still, grasped my growing member in a gentle
hand.

"God, you make me so hot," she whispered, staring at me via the mirror.
"You've done your lips even better than I did.  Such a sweet red pout - but
you should never start with lipstick, baby.  Oohh.  My cunt's dripping,
thinking about how good they'd feel kissing it like you did last night.
You gave me the best orgasm I've ever had, Kandi.  I want to sixty-nine
with you, lick your clit until we both cum."

"I want that, too," I panted hotly, imagining my cock in that sweltering
red mouth.  I spoke what I hoped she wanted to hear.

"Let me lick you again.  Let me fuck you with my tongue."

She kept me stone hard and sweaty until she'd coached me through the whole
makeover.  Then she forced me into a second corset, this one red, and let
me play with myself and her heavy breasts as she stretched the laces
tighter and tighter.  She warned me over and over not to cum until she gave
me permission.  I had to put the breast forms in myself.  Satisfied, she
pushed me to the carpet and straddled my face.

"Eat me, whore," was her final command before lowering her head toward my
raging clit.  It didn't take either one of us long.  I couldn't wait for
her to tell me to let go.  She started writhing on my face as her orgasm
hit her, and mine erupted wildly moments later.  She didn't seem to mind,
as she moaned loudly, despite her mouthful, and sucked mightily.

I was still lazily licking her when she lifted herself off me and turned
around.  She brought her smeared red lips down to mine and kissed me
hungrily.  She forced her tongue into my mouth, then pushed the glob of cum
she'd saved into the back of my mouth.  I tried to pull away, but there was
nowhere to go.  She clamped one hand over my lips and massaged my throat
until I swallowed repeatedly, my eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

"There.  Was that so bad, Kandi?  Because you're being so cooperative, I'll
overlook the fact that I didn't give you permission to cum.  See?  I'm not
unreasonable.  If you continue to behave, we can both enjoy ourselves.  But
the moment you rebel, I'm the only one who'll enjoy myself.  Now be a doll
and take your vitamin before you fix your face."  The way she said it made
me suspicious.  I looked at the big pill when I rolled it into my palm.
Her laughter made me turn my head after I'd swallowed it.

"You're right, dear.  That's a very special vitamin.  You've been taking a
huge dose of female hormones for about a month now. Haven't you noticed how
smooth your skin is getting?  Soon, you'll be growing your very own
breasts!"

I stared at her in utter horror, sicker to my stomach than anything else
had made me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried.

She encircled my waist from behind, trapping my arms within hers.

"Because it's what we both want, darling.  Don't you see?  You need this as
much as I do.  After you started to watch IR porn and got me to sleeping
with a black man, this was inevitable."  Her voice turned stern and cold.

"If you ruin your makeup by crying, I'll make you regret it."

It took superhuman effort to stifle the tears.  I wondered, in my panic, if
the daily overdose of hormones was what was making me so emotional.  I
tried to pay attention to the cosmetics as I prepared my face to go back to
the mall.  I didn't care how I looked - but Janet did, and pleasing her was
something I HAD to do.  Dressed in a skimpy white dress and strapped into
yet another pair of five-inch heels, with the promised larger butt plug
trapped between my ass cheeks and my hair in another ponytail, she led me
back to the garage.  I was somewhat shocked that she didn't use the
handcuffs.  I guess she figured the leather collar and leg irons and my
full blown feminine look was enough incentive to behave.  She was right,
too.


                   			DEFINING KANDI


It was ten times worse than the day before.  Janet's almost obscene black
dress and lewd makeup attracted the attention of everyone we encountered as
we traipsed through the mall.  While all their eyes locked on her first,
they took me in also.  She warned me, after we'd gone a little way, to
stand tall and act proud of my beauty, or else.  The shop windows showed me
how I looked, with my big breast forms and tiny waist and full hips
revealed by the clinging white dress.  I couldn't ignore how enticing my
widely swaying ass looked.  I felt like a beacon, like people could see me
from miles away.  She'd deliberately parked as far from the beauty salon as
possible, exposing us to the blatant stares of hundreds of people as we
traversed the full length of the shopping center.  I felt every lusty look
like they were actually touching me.  By the time we finally got to the
salon, I was horribly confused.  While I was ashamed of being publicly
exposed like that, I was also a little breathless with excitement.  It
wasn't really sexual.  My cock wasn't rock hard, for which I was immensely
thankful.  It was more like I was doing something dangerous, something
illicit, that charged me with adrenaline.  I was fooling everyone!  They
were staring at me as hard as they could, and had no idea!  The way Janet
looked at me when we turned into the beauty shop told me she knew what I
was feeling.  Her smile mocked my pleasure, said, "I told you so," without
her having to say a word.

Cindy and my wife again led me to the back room.  I was grateful to be out
of sight and tried to relax.  After my period of freedom, I was dismayed
when Janet again used the Velcro straps on my wrists.

"You know what to do," she told Cindy.  "And while you're at it, she broke
a fingernail this morning that needs to be fixed."

"No problem," the stylist smirked.

"I've been thinking.  If you'd like, I could laser her legs and chest and I
think I can do better with her face, too."

"Great idea!  Do whatever you think the little bitch needs.  I'll be back
in an hour or so."  She turned her wet red lips up and smiled at me.

"Be a good girl, Kandi.  I think Cindy likes you, so be very nice and don't
give her any trouble."

I nodded meekly, tried to smile back, and used the tips she'd given me on
speaking right.  "Have fun shopping."

As soon as she was out of sight, Cindy started acting different.

"Okay, Kandi, we're going to have a lot of fun today.  You're not going to
believe how hot you're going to look before I'm through with you."

She added wavy extensions that had highlights in them so that my red hair
had a Strawberry Blonde look that now went down to the middle of my back in
lightening waves.

"Now look in the mirror, Kandi!"

It was a command at least as intense as any Janet gave me.  I obeyed,
fearing the consequences, and was astonished by what I saw.

It wasn't a man sitting there, but a lovely, delicately featured young
woman with a long flowing mane of gorgeous hair!  I tried as hard as I
could to see myself under the clothes and cosmetics and couldn't!  The
dangling earrings, arched eyebrows and bowed, trembling red lips weren't
mine!  The heaving double swell of my chest looked like it belonged there!
The shapely hose covered legs and towering high heels were someone else's!
I had vanished as thoroughly as if I'd never existed!

"Now I'm going to take these straps off and get you out of that corset long
enough to make sure there's not a single bit of stubble anywhere on you.
Give me any shit, and I'll invite every woman in the shop to come back and
laugh at your naked body!"

Taking all my clothes off was even worse than wearing them. I felt like I
wasn't a man anymore, and she destroyed the illusion that I was a woman,
too.  She laughed at the plug closing my ass as she used a compact laser to
remove the slightest hair all over me, even on my face, cock and balls, and
made me endure the torture of being completely naked far longer than was
necessary.  She pushed me into a shower and made me rinse it all off and
use a heavily perfumed soap and then fragrant body powder.  I noticed how
smooth and soft I was all over.  I guessed the hormones were working, like
Janet had said.  She then had me lay down and ended up piercing my belly
button!

She then laced me back into the red corset even tighter than my wife had
but had added some padding to the hip area while I showered.  The pain of
the piercing against the corset was intense but I knew if I ruined the
make-over she did again, it was hell to pay from both ladies.  When she
stepped back to admire her work, I had even more of an hourglass figure
than before.  She made me sit in the chair, with nothing to cover my
dangling, shriveled genitals, while the other girl, Debbie, redid all my
nails, not just the one I'd cracked, and made them even longer.  The way
she smirked from time to time at my groin made me wish my sex organs would
crawl up inside me.

Cindy, meanwhile, was styling my new hair and redoing my face, using a
different colored foundation, lots of bright blush, and making my eyes and
lips look as slutty as Janet's did.  I really and truly looked like a cheap
whore with useless male organs where a wet pussy should have been.  That's
the way my wife found me on her return.  Her eyes widened with surprise,
then her lush lips smiled.

"Good lord, Cindy!  You're a genius!"

"You've got one hot little slut here!" the stylist laughed. "Thirty-seven,
twenty-two, thirty-five unless I'm blind.  That little white dress is going
to be stretched even tighter over her mean little ass.  Too bad she's got
such a pot belly under that corset.  Get her to lose fifteen pounds and
she'd be a real knockout - if she didn't have that ugly thing between her
legs."

"Twenty pounds is more like it," my wife said as she patted my wrist.  "I
know she can do it.  She may not show it, but she loves what you've done
for her, don't you darling?"  When I meekly nodded, her hand tightened on
my arm.  Before she could reprimand me for not answering aloud, I did.

"Yes. It's lovely.  Thank you, Cindy."

They both laughed at my spinelessness.  Cindy added, a little hesitantly,

"I, uh, came across something else I think she might like.  If you don't
mind, Janet, I'd like to give her a present.  Oh, and by the way, as a
surprise, I pierced her belly button for you."

Janet looked touched.

"Cindy!  That's so sweet!  Of course, you may!  Thanks for the extra
piercing also!"  I was instantly filled with fear. The stylist opened a
drawer in her cabinet and brought out a gaily wrapped package with "To
Kandi," written on the tag and handed it to me.  The paper read "Happy
Birthday," all over.  I blushed furiously.

"Well open it, silly girl!" my wife urged.

I did, fumbling, unable to use my hands as I always had due to the absurd
1.5-inch length of my nails.  I discovered I could use them as tools,
sliding them along, slitting the paper like a letter opener.  Inside the
box was a bizarre flesh toned elastic device something like both a G-string
and a pouch-less jock strap.  When I figured out its function, my blush
went even deeper.

"A retainer!" Janet said appreciatively.  "Oh, Kandi, put it on for us!"
She ripped off the Velcro bands, freeing my arms.

I bent forward as far as I could, exhaled every bit of air in my lungs, but
the corset wouldn't let come close to reaching my ankles, even when I
lifted one foot.

"Will you help me?"

"Of course, darling!  Here!" she responded.

I delicately lifted each foot as she slipped it over my ankles, but she
stopped when she'd lifted it to a height I'd shown I could reach.  I had to
do the rest.  It was humiliating to have to detach my hose from the
garters, elevate my hips, and work the thing into place.  Worst of all, was
reaching inside it and arranging my penis and balls so that they flattened
into absolute invisibility.  Janet again helped me with my tiny bikini
panties.  When all was done, I had a perfectly smooth middle.  Even the
retainer's tough elastic string dug so deeply into my flesh that it left no
line.

For all visible purposes, I had been turned into a complete woman, even if
they peeked up my dress.  No one who saw me would ever doubt my femininity
now.  The leather collar covered the lump of my larynx.  My legs were long
and shapely.  I felt positive that I would "pass" wherever I went.  But
that was only part of it.  My own senses reported no masculinity left in
me.  My shimmering strawberry hair - the only hair I had other than my
carefully shaped eyebrows - had tickled my cleavage as I bent forward,
swung with my every move.  Dangling from my ears were long gold earrings
that chimed softly when I moved my head.  I had learned to look out at the
world through long black lashes thick with mascara, day and night.  When I
looked at my chest, even without breast forms, I saw how much the corset
lifted and shaped my very own flesh into small pink bosoms - and Janet
assured me that, due to the hormones, they were growing.  Now even my
panties were flat and smooth.  My every word was shaped by lips that
dripped with deep red color.  My fluttering hands were branded, changed by
long scarlet commas.  My ass was perpetually violated by a fake penis I'd
gotten used to feeling rub my insides as I walked. Even without high heels,
my hips rolled and swayed. My emotions weren't even my own.  Maybe it was
the hormones, maybe it was something else, but the bottom line was that I
cried every time I became afraid.  I felt that EVERY emotion I felt was
visible.

Janet had easily seen through my sly efforts to try to escape from her
control.  And, while I hate admitting it, she'd also read, without even
trying, how pleased I was by what Cindy had done to me.  I DID like it.  I
WAS grateful.  And the clearly visible rush of joy that made them laugh was
making me sick.  While they chatted about this and that, I paid no
attention. I was trying to name a new emotion growing in me.  I hated
myself for what I was feeling.  It made me feel like maybe I was exactly
what Cindy had called me - a pussy, a wimpy little fag.  That was the only
kind of man I could think of who'd be so proud of his completely feminized
appearance as I was.

Janet paid the bill and led us out of the boutique father into the mall
towards the club and bar they had at the far end of the mall that catered
to singles as a 'pick up' spot.

"Come on.  I need a drink." she commanded.

As much as I knew how we would look to anyone else, two women dressed to
attract a man, I knew I was not ready for this but as I paused, her
low-grade anger still made me hold back a step and then almost skip to keep
up.  I was desperate to please her, to make amends for whatever I'd done
wrong.  I reminded myself to stand tall, act proud, do everything she'd
told me to do.  It didn't fully register that we were going to the bar
until she crossed the threshold with a blast of cool air up our skirts and
led me into a dim, hushed space that smelled of smoke and liquor.  It was
barely three in the afternoon, and the place was anything but crowded.  My
wife occupied one half of an isolated booth.  I took the other side.

She silently stared at me until I dropped my eyes.  The tension was so
thick I could taste its bitterness on my tongue.  Urgency built within me
to end it, but my jaw seemed locked closed.  My mind spun madly, looking
for the right thing to do, to say.  A waitress appeared.  Janet ordered a
couple margaritas in somber tones.

"What if I told you I started oh, say, six months ago to see other men?
What if I said that, since you weren't paying any attention to me, I bought
this dress and started going out?"

My mouth hung open foolishly.

"You did?  Oh, God, Janet!"  Pictures flickered through my mind.  Janet,
painted and needy, sitting in places like this looking for men.

"I didn't say that's what happened.  I said, 'what if.'  How would that
make you feel?"

"Sick, I guess.  And sorry I was so blind.  Is there anything I can do -"

Her laugh was harsh.  "You keep assuming that's what happened, you stupid
bitch.  If you knew I'd been fucking other men - excuse me, men period -
would you feel betrayed?  Jealous?"

"Of course!  I love you, Janet.  I'd do anything to -"

The waitress delivered the drinks, reducing us to silence again.  It was
even worse than before.  It was like she'd fed me a slow poison.  I felt it
eating at my guts.  Doubt assailed me.  Surely, I'd have known.  I'd have
been able to tell if another cock had been inside her, if her lips had been
passionately locked to another mouth.

"'Anything,'" she mocked me.  "There's that word again, Kandi.  Every time
you use it, you make me want to test you, to push you, to see if you really
mean it."

I squirmed.

"Drink up," she ordered, not touching hers, but waiting for me to sip from
my glass.  Neither of us were big fans of too much liquor.  Instantly, I
felt the taste and warmth as it hit my belly.  Its warmth expanding outward
from my empty stomach.  It'd been two days since I'd had a decent meal, and
I knew the drink was going to hit me like an avalanche.  I wanted to ask
her for a sandwich of something.  I held my tongue.

"You still don't get it, do you?"

"I . . . I think so.  You're saying that what I . . . what happened with me
getting you to sleep with Anthony made you feel . . . uh, betrayed."

She leaned back.  Her blood red smile was sharp as a knife.

"Did it never occur to you that I loved you, was frustrated about our work
and sex life too, and maybe needed someone to confide in instead of just
hopping into the sack and being your 'fuck buddy'?  When you brought up the
threesome, I knew things had to change and that it might mean a divorce or
just my cheating on you.  I did not want that as I loved you, but you
seemed determined to push me into another man's arms, so I decided to at
least enjoy it and when Anthony's big cock made me explode, it opened my
eyes, to what I had been missing.  Especially after you had no issue
sucking his come out of me, or even straight from his cock and that's when
I decided to change you to Kandi.  I get to be fucked by a real man, you
get to watch like you wanted, and I get a girlfriend to confide in and
cuddle with on the nights I am not with Anthony.  She leaned forward.  Her
breasts touched the table.  I could almost see down to her nipples.

"What do you call someone who gives sex away for their own gratification?"

"A whore," I barely whispered.

"I didn't hear you."

I repeated it for her.  "A whore.  I made you act like one and then when I
enjoyed sucking on him and you, I acted like the whore."

"Is that what you are, Kandi?"

"No!  I'm sorry, Janet.  I was wrong.  I did a terrible thing.  It'll never
happen again.  I promise."

"Un huh.  And I'm supposed to forgive you.  Just like that?  You won't
'make' me fuck another man?  You aren't in charge anymore so if I do, it
will be for me!"

I swallowed.  "I, uh . . . I guess I should be punished."

"Are you asking me to punish you?"

I finally managed to meet her steely gaze.  "I want you to do whatever you
need to do.  I need you, Janet.  I love you more than anything.  If you
have to hurt me to forgive me, I'll take it."

I was whining, begging.  I meant it with my entire being.

"I can't stand the thought of ever being without you.  I think I'd die
without you.  You've . . . I'm different now.  I'm scared all the time.
The only time I feel good is when I'm doing what you want."

I watched her anger evaporate, saw the real love in her eyes.

"Do you really mean that, honey?"

I was thrilled!  "Oh, god, yes!"

"And you'll willingly prove it to me?"

I hesitated before I said the next word.  I needed to be sure I meant it,
and then said.  "Anything."

Her smile was a ray of brilliance.  Her hand covered mine, squeezed.

"You are a treasure, my love.  I adore you.  I realized myself how much I
need you, too.  Now finish your drink."

I swallowed it with unladylike gulps, then gasped for breath.  We both
laughed. I shook my head at the instantaneous blast of dizziness, felt my
hair tickle my shoulders.  "Whoo!  That's more than I've had to drink in
years."

"Since our wedding," she grinned, then pushed the second glass toward me.

"You want me to drink this one, too?"

"Un huh.  In time.  But first let's go freshen up.  I love what Cindy's
done to your face, don't you?"

I babbled affirmatives to her questions as we wound our way to the ladies'
room.  It was weird going in there, but the thrill of illicitness was back.
I'd always wondered what those forbidden doors hid.  I whispered how much
fun it was to fool everyone, to take little risks like this and almost dare
people to challenge me.

"I know exactly what you mean," she laughed gaily, but softly.

"I feel the same way wearing these clothes and using so much makeup.  It's
part of the disguise."

We kept up our quiet chatter while we touched up our faces, trading
cosmetics, giving one another giggled advice.  We were mirror images, I
thought.  She dark, me light; she real, me false.  For the first time,
being wrapped in feminine clothes, my face coated with color, my body
changed - all of it felt utterly right.  Maybe it was the hammer-like
impact of the alcohol, but I wouldn't have changed a thing, and told her
so.  "I never expected to hear you say that, love." Her eyes filled with
tears.

My smile in the mirror was bright.  My lips were perfect.  "I don't know -
or even care - why you wanted to do this to me. Thank you, Janet."



                		 	STEPPING OUT

"You're making me hot again," Janet told me.  She deliberately weighed her
heavy breasts.  "See?"

Her nipples were indeed denting the shimmering black lycra dress.

"I noticed," I giggled, the alcohol making me reckless. "Would you like me
to do something about it?"

"You'd do me right here in the bathroom?" she purred.

"I'd do you anywhere you want.  You make me hot, too, you know. Especially
when you dress so provocatively."  My lips were suddenly hungry.  I wanted
the aftertaste of Janet's sexy pungent flavor.

"Not yet.  Let's get out of here before it gets any worse."

"Worse?" I simpered teasingly, bending over to straighten my hose, placing
my face near her middle.  The cascading silvery red mane felt wonderful.  I
could almost taste the dew certain to be collecting on the inner surfaces
of her labia.  With a sudden rush, I remembered that my wife was wearing no
panties beneath that tiny dress, that her sleek, shaved pussy was naked,
mere inches from my saliva filling mouth.  I felt my face flush.

"I want to lick you, Janet."

"You're drunk, you shameless hussy.  I'd better get some food in you.  Come
on."  Arm in arm, we re-entered the bar.  My pulse was still hammering.
I'd eaten her pussy twice that day, had two marvelous orgasms, and was
feeling horny all over again.  And rash.

The bar was filling.  Our return drew eyes.  I was already aware of how
beautiful I looked, how sexy in the shape-fitting white minidress.
Thirty-seven, twenty-two, thirty-five, Cindy had declared with confidence
born of expertise.  At five feet two inches, sans the heels, that made me a
knockout.  The male eyes touching me didn't feel quite so invasive.  The
potent drink had numbed my fear, warmed my libido.  It was almost a
disappointment to reach our booth and hide ourselves behind a table.  Janet
leaned forward over it.  The under half of her fine breasts again pressed
the smooth surface, and her deep cleavage opened to me.  Her eyes were
hooded, the way they got when she was aroused.  Her nipples were still
erect, must be visible to all our admirers.  A stab of envy pierced me.  My
latex breast forms, full as they were, felt inadequate.

"Would you like me to order you a snack, darling?  Would you like to stay
for a while longer?"

I mechanically sipped the drink she'd pushed to my side of the table.  I
was ashamed of my budding, twisted desire.

"If you want to."

Her face changed to the look that demanded a real answer.  "Yes.  I'd like
that. But you know what I really want, and I think you want it too."

"Now was that so hard?"

"I guess not."

She suddenly relented, when we stood, she hugged me, petted my strawberry
mane.  It felt good to be comforted.  I nestled into her arms, lowered my
head to her shoulder.  Her voice was soothing.

"This's happening too fast for you, isn't it?  All these new sensations,
these new feelings.  It must be very confusing."

I nodded meekly, sighed from the pit of my soul.  The smell of smoke
mingled with her perfume to form an earthy scent.

"And," she chuckled, "I guess I did forget to order you something to eat.
Tell you what.  Let's get out of here.  Okay?"

"Thank you, Janet!"

All I remember about the long trip back to the car is the way my body
moved.  The plug buried in my ass caressed me with every short stride.  My
hips felt loose, and I knew they swayed sexily.  I didn't care.  I felt my
breast forms bounce every time my high heels jarred against the terrazzo
floor.  I felt the breeze of my movement lick my sleek thighs, my long hair
tickles my shoulders, the faint weight of the heavy earrings.  The corset's
tightness was reassuring.  My stone hard little cock, aimed toward my warm
ass cheeks, rubbed slightly between my thighs.  I was as drunk on sensation
as I was on liquor.

I remember more about the drive home.  I vividly recall burying my face
between Janet's wantonly spread thighs as she sat behind the wheel.  I knew
the windows were tinted and that my act would be unseen, but I'd have done
it anyway.  I sucked and nibbled her through two restrained orgasms and was
working toward a third by the time we achieved the garage.  She drags me
away from her gaping cunt long enough to slide the seat back, then fucked
my face with crazed abandon, beating my chin with her hips.  I don't think
she was even aware she was speaking.

"Oh, fuck me with that slutty tongue, baby.  Stick it deep in me.  It makes
you feel like a tramp, doesn't it?  You loved every minute of the whole
fucking day, didn't you, baby?"  There was more.  It was like each
accusation; each question drove me deeper into her slick slit.  It was all
true, every word of it.  And I wasn't ashamed.  I felt no guilt.  She was
proud of me.  This was what she wanted.  Atop my lust was an overlay of
gratitude.  I trusted her.  She knew what I wanted, what I needed.  When
she finally exploded, she did so with violence.  She twisted my head,
crushed my skull, jerked madly on my hair.  I felt my own orgasm trying to
fill my panties, and somehow managed to deny it.  She hadn't given me
permission.

The instant she threw me away from her, I pitifully begged her to let me
finish myself.  I was writhing with need, had to make fists of my hands to
keep them from my silky center.

Janet sprawled obscenely against the driver's door, her dress around her
waist, her heavy tits exposed.  Her nipples were immense.  Her cunt lips
still pulsed.  Her makeup was intact, although she'd gotten lipstick on her
teeth from biting her lower lip.

"Put your feet on the dashboard," she growled.  "Open your legs as far as
you can."  I scrambled to do what she wanted.

"Reach down and show me your clit."

I jerked the panties away, loosed my purpled member from the restrainer,
displayed it, gasping, trying not to blow at the wonderful thrills created
by my touches.

"Bend forward as far as you can, slut.  Try to suck it.  Jack yourself off.
Shoot straight into your mouth."

I couldn't force the corset to bend much more and I whined in frustration.
She helped me, grabbing my ankles, forcing my knees higher.  It felt like I
was being cut in half.  "Open those sexy lips, whore, and do it."

Two seconds later, I erupted.  A gout of sperm splatted against my
forehead.  A second struck my lower lip.  The third landed on my heaving
chest.  The rest simply drooled over my pumping fist.  The instant she
released me, I started scooping up the fragrant, warm cum, eating it like
it was my favorite candy, wishing there was more.

"Good, baby," she cooed, "but not good enough.  Let's get you inside.  I've
got something I need to show you."



					HOME SWEET HOME



Later - much later, emotionally, if not by the clock - Janet helped me to
bed.  I needed every bit of assistance I could get.  I'd been tied in a
position similar to, though more relaxed than the torturous bent forward
stance she'd employed the night before, and she'd taught me two very
important lessons.  I was more accustomed to the squeeze of the corset and
the angle of the high heels, so that part of it wasn't nearly as agonizing.
The rest of the punishment, though, was much more vicious than merely being
spanked.

Janet's first exercise was designed to illustrate how to suck cock.  She
employed a black strap-on dildo, one end of which was buried in the denuded
cunt still bearing my lipstick and demanded that I perform fellatio on her
until my jaws ached and the back of my mouth was raw.  The irony of it
being black like Anthony's was not lost on me.  Begging her not to abuse my
throat had proven worse than useless.  As she tapped her false cock against
my sealed red lips, she reminded me of my vow to do anything to earn her
forgiveness.  Would I prefer it if she went to some bar and picked up a
stranger equipped with the real thing and brought him home for me?  She'd
be happy to drop to her knees in front of me and lick its length, kiss its
swollen head, and demonstrate firsthand how it should be done, if I wanted
that.

My answer was to part my lips and ask her to tell me what to do.  The
second lesson was how to take the same device, thickly greased, up my
stretched asshole.  Relax, she'd urged as she pushed into me, and enjoy it.
The physical pain was much less than I expected.  The butt plug must have
opened me up quite well, and the alcohol had deadened me.  The emotional
trauma was much more severe.

My wife fucked my virgin ass - my cunt, she called it, her throat clogged
with lust - until the pressure of the dildo against her clit made her cum.
By then I was so delirious that I could almost feel the rubber dong pulse
and ripple in my gut as if it was expelling a huge load of sperm deep into
me.

Both were punishment for my slutty behavior at the beauty salon,
fulfillment of her earlier vow to treat me like a whore if I acted like
one.  After her orgasm had eased, she gently withdrew her cock from me and
wiped it clean.  As she used the warm, damp cloth to remove the messy
lubricant from my fiery red lower cheeks, she reached beneath me and
fondled my engorged cock, murmuring that I'd earned a reward.  My hips
resumed the thrust they'd learned while she'd fucked me, and I watched
enthralled from between my spread, chained, hose clad legs, as her hand
glided over my turgid flesh, massaging it against the latex prick, heated
by my bowels and still strapped to her.  I shrieked as I came, shooting my
jism all over her hand and the dildo.

When she moved back to my head, she didn't need to order me to lick the
shaft and her hand clean.  That I was hungrily licking real cum from a cock
shaped toy was also an irony that wasn't wasted on me.  Again, I slept on
the floor, chained to the bed frame, dressed in the loosened corset and a
different teddy.  Janet had coaxed my stunned brain through the laborious
process of removing all my makeup, explaining that it wasn't good for my
complexion to sleep in it, and showing me exactly how I needed to care for
my skin.  I voided my violated bowels and easily returned the ass plug to
its home.  In my exhaustion, even my color-stripped face looked wholly
female.  I still felt drunk, or drugged.  I wondered why I hadn't seen how
feminine my features were before, how I had truly been a woman awaiting her
rebirth all my life.

I silently cried myself to sleep, not because I was pain wracked from her
violation of me, not due to the cruelty of having every possible trace of
my masculinity erased -- but because I'd loved almost everything that'd
happened to me, the whole day long.  My thoughts weren't about how I could
restore myself back into maleness after my two-week surprise vacation
ended, but rather to pray that I could somehow extend it forever.  It'd
taken Janet just over thirty-six hours to reveal, to myself and the world
at large, a side of myself I'd barely dared to even fantasize about.  While
I'd sneakily worn her panties and slacks after trying to get her in a
threesome with a black man, this was what I'd truly wanted all along I
realized.  It'd been too horrifying, too perverse to admit, even in the
darkest recesses of my mind.  Even as I was wracked by silent sobs, I was
wondering what my wife had in mind for the next day.  I knew that, no
matter what I said, no matter how strenuously I objected, I'd welcome
whatever she made me do, no matter how degrading.  My eagerness had passed
by morning.  The pain that hadn't been there the night before throbbed in
my ass, burned in the back of my mouth.  My calves, feet, and the small of
my back were incredibly sore from wearing the tall heels all day.  I had a
hangover that felt like some insane blacksmith was at work at an anvil
between my ears.  My stomach growled with both hunger and nausea.

When Janet released me, she didn't bother with shackles.  I staggered into
the bathroom barefoot to take care of essential business.  Unlike the
morning before, I couldn't bring myself to stand to urinate.  I told myself
that was because I was so sick, and knew it was a lie.  I sat on the toilet
ring because it would've been too shameful to act like I was still a man.
My penis and testicles were the only part of me that looked male, and I
couldn't bear the thought of peeing the old way.  It would've been
shamefully hypocritical, a senseless denial of what had already become my
reality.

A long hot soak in a fragrant tub eased my physical woes, and a real, if
low-fat, breakfast lessened my psychic ones.  Janet weighed me.  I was
astonished to see that I'd already lost five pounds.  Her warning that the
next fifteen would be harder wasn't lost on me.  I swallowed my big
"vitamin" with mixed feelings.  I'd become aware how the large dose of
hormones had already affected my body.  Part of me wished I could swallow
the entire bottle and accelerate the changes taking place.  The other part
was ashamed to tears of that perverse desire.

She had me dress in the black corset, but left it moderately loose, and had
me cover it with the first casual clothes I'd worn in what seemed forever.
The new designer jeans were satisfyingly tight, and the three-inch heels
were as easy to move in as tennis shoes had been in my old life.  I thought
the green cotton blouse was flattering with the gold choker in place of the
leather collar I'd been wearing for the last two days.  The only makeup she
allowed me was lipstick and mascara, which I had to do myself.  I was still
a pretty young woman, but one more suited to keeping house than teasing
cock at the mall.  With rubber gloves protecting my too-long nails, I set
about cleaning the house with more gusto than I'd ever felt before.  It was
a purely domestic day, as were most of the two which followed.  There were
no outrageous outside adventures.  No shopping.  No drinks at bars.

Janet over the next few days developed a routine for me.  There were
exercises designed to limber me as well as work off pounds, without
building ugly muscles.  There were daily lessons in feminine behavior and
voice sessions every afternoon.  I gave myself an enema every day.  While
grocery shopping - our only trip out of the house during those three quiet
days - my wife bought me a videotape on cosmetics and demanded I memorize
it, as well as read every magazine article I could find on the same topic.

My feminine lifestyle quickly became second nature.  I got so used to my
long strawberry blonde hair that I couldn't imagine having ever been
without it.  I found I could do everything with my long, painted nails that
I'd done before.  The aches in my leg and back muscles eased and being
without high heels didn't feel normal.  During rare moments without breast
forms and a butt plug, I felt like I'd been stripped of vital parts of
myself.  That was one of the most effective ways Janet punished me during
the remainder of that week.

				ANTHONY IN CHARGE


In just one short week, I had been forcefully and totally transformed from
a man into a woman under my wife's total control.  As Friday approached,
she announced that Anthony would be coming over for dinner and some fun and
that I should cook and serve as her maid.

Janet wore a sexy red leather miniskirt, a red teddy and tan thigh highs
with red high heels, a beige top that showcased her wonderful breasts and
long dangling earrings.  Her make-up was superb and flawless with smoky
eyes and ruby lips.

My outfit was just what you would expect of a maid.  I wore a black thong
over my retainer with a black corset to bring my breast forms up and out
and black back-seamed hose with 5-inch black patent heels.  My short maids
outfit came with a little apron, cap and wrist cuffs, but with the tight
micro miniskirt and very low neckline, my legs were on full display just
like my heaving chest was.  I looked like a sex starved teenaged boys
sexual wet dream fantasy in the outfit that screamed sexual fuck toy.

Now beyond complaining or even resistance at all, I capitulated with it and
made a nice dinner, served them their food and cleaned the dishes when they
were done.  When I came back out to the living room, I saw Janet straddling
Anthony while they were kissing like horny teens at a movie and had to
interrupt to bring them their after-dinner drink.

"Ahh, Kandi, just in time, honey.  I want you to get Anthony ready for me
and suck his cock so it is good and wet and hard so he can fuck me with
it." Janet dictated to me.

"Yes, ma'am."

I set the drinks down and as she lifted herself up, I knelt behind her and
in between his legs so that I could free his manhood from his pants and
when it popped out, promptly took it into my mouth and started to suck it.
I felt it push against the back of my throat, and I now used to a big cock
there, I relaxed and felt it pass my choke point and as I spit reflexively,
it continued to press down my throat until I had his pubic hair tickling my
nose and heard Janet and Anthony both say,

"Damn.  She took it balls deep right away to show how much she likes
sucking cock!"  I fluffed him till Janet pushed me off and impaled herself
onto his big black cock and rode him through her first orgasm and then he
changed position by putting me under her, and her under him and telling me
to suck her pussy while he fucked her.  I could hear her moaning and crying
out about how big his cock was, how she loved being fucked by such a big
cock.  She even told me to suck her clit harder like the slutty whore I was
and then came again, filling my mouth with her come and pushing Anthony's
cock out of her pussy and into my mouth for a quick suck.  Anthony then
pulled it out and plunged it into her rosebud while pushing her head down
onto the couch and muffling her cry with the couch pillow.  Janet was
quickly pushing back on his cock while I tongue fucked her and again she
came hard squirting her juice into my wanton and hungry mouth.

Anthony then pulled out of her and again changed positions by standing me
to the side to watch him pound his cock into her with her legs wrapped over
his shoulders and legs spread wide while he jackhammered his big black cock
into her without mercy making her cry out and moan in sexual fervor until
she came a fourth time and made his shoot his load inside her.  When he
pulled his shrinking shaft out of her, she commanded,

"Suck him clean slut!  Then clean out my pussy with that hot mouth of
yours!"

I did as commanded and took him into my mouth to suck his last drops of
come from his hanging balls and tasted the combined essence of him and
Janet until he pushed me off and guided my mouth to Janet's leaking pussy,
so I could lap up his cream pie and clean out her pussy of his spunk.
While sucking on her pussy, he actually lifted my skirt and played with my
ass and inserted a finger. As Janet orgasmed a fifth time, I did the same
when his finger brushed my prostrate and felt my semi hard clittie cock
gush into my retainer.

The next Wednesday was more of the same and then a trip to work was made
where Janet met with HR to tell them I was transitioning and would be
coming back to work as Kandi.  I had to sign a bunch of paperwork and when
that Monday came, I went to work as Kandi.

One month later, I now could not get hard at all, but had lost another 10
pounds and gained maybe a cup size on my chest so that I now had a "D" cup
when using the breast forms.  Mistress Janet and Master Anthony were seeing
each other two to three times a week and I was doing my duty as their oral
stimulation prior and post coitus.

For my birthday, I was given augmentation surgery to a "D" cup so that I
would no longer use the breast forms and was to then be taken on a date by
Master Anthony so that he could finally make me the woman I longed to be!
In all this time, only Mistress Janet had ever penetrated me using her
double ended dildoe.  She felt it was time I learn what a real woman would
feel like while being fucked by a real man.  I am sure that my constant
begging to be made a woman and let him fuck my ass pussy had nothing to do
with it and that it was more likely his request to pound his massive black
cock into my white sissy ass before I fell into the arms of some hot stud
at work with so many guys now coming into the IT office to 'chat' with me.

That Friday, I took the day off and excitedly prepared myself for my 'date'
with Anthony by insuring my pubic strip was trimmed, my skin smelled nicely
and then stepped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with tennis shoes and
drove to the mall to meet with Cindy to get a full makeover.

"High Cindy.  I need this makeover to exude sexy for my date tonight!
Janet is having Anthony take me out and I want to look good for him!"

"Well Kandi, I can make you look breathtaking and unforgettable for your
date and you just need to make sure you keep Janet's stud calm, so you
aren't stealing your wife's man now!" she admonished me.

Three hours later, my hair was a cascading main of strawberry blonde down
to my mid back, my makeup was a sultry, smoky look with my nails now
sporting long French Tips, but I kept the toes still painted in a bubblegum
pink as I loved how that color made me feel sexily feminine.  Walking
through the mall now was not even a concern like it was at the beginning.
While I was still aware of the men checking me out and lustfully staring at
me, I now did not worry about discovery so much as if they were turned on
and it for some reason gave me a sense of pride they found me sexy.

I had been begging both Mistress Janet and Master Anthony to allow a date
with Master Anthony who could take me out and then finally make me a woman
by being the first 'man' to take me.  All this time the only thing in my
ass pussy had been Mistress Janet with her strap on and I was willing to
endure anything from Mistress Janet to have Master Anthony be my first real
cock.

My outfit for the night was meant to both tease and attract him while not
angering Mistress Janet for 'trying to take her man' as Cindy had
mentioned.  So I chose my outfit with some care.  It started with a red
spandex thong panty that held my now much smaller and perpetually limp
clittie cock well hidden.  Next was the red lace corset that started my
forced transformation, tan stockings attached to the garter, a short black
skirt that was about 6 inches above my knee and the silk peach colored top
now unbuttoned to show serious cleavage and a pair of 5-inch black Dor'say
heels Mistress Janet had purchased for me to wear on this date.  I had no
bra on so that my nipples would poke slightly through the breast pockets
ono the blouse and tease Master Anthony throughout the date.  Mistress
Janet saw it as she came home with Master Anthony and stated,

"Slutty little sissy dressing like a whore wants to get fucked Anthony
baby!  Make sure you bang the shit out of her after dinner.  I can film it
and post it to the website we started with the pictures and other videos we
have!  Remember Kandi darling, when I said dress like a slut and you will
be treated like one?  Anthony will most likely bang that sexy ass of yours
in the bathroom or the cars back seat, not some luxury hotel!"

I blushed in embarrassment all while Master Anthony gave me a 'once over'
and told me I looked sexy as hell and not to worry about where he popped my
cherry, just to enjoy myself.  In gratitude I stood on tip toe and kissed
him with a little foot pop and told him he looked handsome as well.

We ended up going to a quaint little Thai place and as he got the car door
for me, I made sure to give him an upskirt and then when I went to hold his
hand as we walked to the restaurant, he wrapped his arm around me and
placed his hand on my ass, squeezing it, and saying,

"Damn Kandi, you look hot as fuck and I am already straining from your tits
rubbing across my arm and your hot little ass under my hand!"

"Thanks Master.  I try to be pleasing, and I need your big black cock to
take my cherry and make me your woman.  You've been feeding me your come
for months now and now I want you to seed me like the sissy slut I am."

We ate and then Master Anthony took me home and it seemed like a scene from
some porn movie.  We entered the house and were kissing passionately and
loudly when I realized that Mistress Janet was there filming us as she said
she would.  I could not help but to smile at the camera and lift a leg
wrapping it around his while my arms wrapped around his neck and our
tongues danced.  Master Anthony's hands were on my ass and squeezing them
while I pressed my breasts against his chest and moaned into his mouth.  In
short order, my top was off and his dark hands were all over my white
breasts, pinching the nipples, cupping the full breast mound or squeezing
it like a ripe fruit and making my knees go weak as I felt a surge go from
my breast straight to my clittie cock.  His shirt and then his pants were
off, and I held his engorged shaft in my hand and stroked it back and forth
marveling at his girth and then dropped my skirt and squatted before him to
take his cockhead between my lips as I looked up at him and moaned against
it as I tasted his precome.

"Yeah you are one hot little slut Kandi.  Now suck his cock and get him
ready and wet for your deflowering."  Mistress Janet dictated.

I bobbed up and down on his big black cock and quickly had strings of
saliva hanging from his cock to my lips and then dripping down onto my
chest while I stroked his shaft or deepthroated his length.  I could hear
me making those 'slurping' and 'sucking' noises that showcased a good and
satisfying blowjob.  After several minutes of this, he pulled me up and
pushed me against the wall and pressed against me while cupping my breasts,
kissing my neck and teasing me with pressing his cock between my ass cheeks
but not penetrating me so that I arched back against him and begged him,

"Oh god, put that big cock inside me Master!  I need it.  Make me a woman
and fuck me with that wonderful cock.  Please Master, fuck me, use me, come
inside me, come on my face.....just fuck me with that big cock!"  I begged
almost wantonly hysterical I was so horny from the flirting and kissing and
making out earlier that I would do anything to get relief.

He took me to the bedroom and I watched as Mistress Janet lay at the head
of the bed and spread her legs revealing her wet snatch and ordered me,

"Come here and suck on my pussy and look at me while you do it bitch.
Anthony can then fuck you like the whore you so obviously are."

I lay down in front of her and lifted my ass while I started to lick and
suck on Mistress Janet's wet pussy.  I felt Master Anthony move in behind
me and as the head of his large cock pressed against my rosebud, my eyes
rounded in surprise and excitement.

"Keep looking at me whore!  If you look away, he stops!" Janet commanded.

My ass relaxed and allowed his head to pass into me and Master Anthony
paused for a short moment prior to pushing in slowly and I could not help
but to sigh in satisfaction as I lapped at Mistress Janet's dripping
snatch.  Master Anthony pushed all the way in and I moaned into Mistress
Janet's snatch all the while looking up into her eyes.

Master Anthony started to push in and out, spanking my butt and telling me,

"Yeah, you got a nice ass that is just built to be fucked by black men
bitch!  It's still nice and tight and I can tell you love it already
pushing back against me like that!"

It was true.  After just a handful of thrusts in and out, I was actively
pushing my ass back against him to feel him go as deep into me as possible
and fill my ass pussy with his huge cock. Shortly, he was pounding into me
and his forward thrusts were pushing my face hard into Mistress Janet's
hungry snatch and making her come while she filmed me eating her as I was
being bred by the alpha male of the house.  Slapping and grunting noises
from Master Anthony fucking my now well lubed ass pussy had me hot and
quivering at what must have been a short time but felt like a blissful
eternity of sexual thrill and stimulation, had me oozing my orgasm from my
still limp clittie.  Strangely my whole body convulsed in wave after wave
of orgasm and I felt myself floating in a dreamy haze of release and
euphoric satisfaction as his big black cock continued to pound in and out
of my slutty sissy ass pussy for his pleasure.

Master Anthony grabbed my hair and pulled me away from Mistress Janet's
soaking pussy which arched my back so he could push his black man meat into
me harder and deeper and made me cry out in passion,

"Master!  Fuck me!  Seed me!  It's so big and filling, I love it!  Oh,
god.....your cock is gonna make me come again!"

I did come again.  Shuddering against him as he clasped my body and cupped
my breasts while I squirted again onto the sheets in front of me and then
he let me collapse onto the bed and rolled me over onto my back and lifted
my legs over his shoulders while he mounted me again and continued the
assault on my willing ass.  It was then that Mistress Janet straddled my
face and ground her pussy into me and started to kiss Master Anthony while
he stuffed me full of his cock for another 10 minutes and two orgasms from
Janet.  His expert handling of me during this fuckfest removed any possible
residual thoughts I may have had at being a man.  I was now a devoted sissy
slut for his cock and her pussy just so I could continue to have this
blissful, orgasmic euphoria again and again.

When he finally pushed into me hard and I felt his seed spurting inside my
bowels and painting my love canal with his man seed, I screamed in orgasm
one more time and fell forward in a dazed gasping delirium.  My brain was
unable to comprehend all the overwhelming stimulus I had gone through in
the time Master Anthony had used to fuck me and make me a full-blown slut
for his big black cock and as I sat there drooling with my eyes rolled back
I dimly heard Mistress Janet say,

"Wake up, you worthless slut, and clean his cock and the mess you made on
the sheets or you spend the night in chains!"  She then slapped me and that
seemed to pull me back to the here and now.

Now that I was aware, I turned about and using my mouth and tongue, licked
up his spent seed and cleaned away any traces of my scat and deflowering.
Then I lapped up the cooling come I had squirted onto the sheets so that
they could sleep.  Master Anthony told Mistress Janet to allow me to sleep
with them as a reward for such good behavior and in the morning, we would
take her out and complete her transition as discussed.

That comment made me giddy and nervous all at the same time as I wondered
what other changes would be made now that I had been bred and submitted to
being their sex toy.

The next morning, I was commanded to shower and dress in what was laid out
for me and then to get breakfast done.

After I showered, I did my face up in light makeup and put on the clothes
set out that consisted of just a thong, no bra, some very tight yoga pants
in black and a low-cut crop top in white with some white and pink tennis
shoes and socks.  I dutifully put them on and make breakfast and coffee for
my Master and Mistress and after they ate, was allowed to eat some of my
own breakfast and was hustled out to the car where Master and Mistress took
me to a Tattoo parlor and had them give me several tattoos.  an ankle band
that said 'Sissy Slut Kandi' in fancy script.  I was also given a lower
back tattoo of two hearts ( with their initials in them ) and then a spade
between them and added tribal markings on both sides of the hearts so that
anyone could see I was a kept slut slave.

Being 'branded' as theirs made me so happy I cried tears of joy until
Mistress Janet told me I needed to 'thank' the artist and take him into the
back and show him how happy I was.  Sucking his cock and swallowing his
come was a small happy price to pay for being marked as his and hers.