She made me a slut
I’m a writer and spend most days at home writing or having writer’s block. My wife is a successful executive for a big company. Our sex life had gotten hum-drum and less frequent. I thought she might be having an affair but there was no evidence of it and no tell-tale signs of any other men in her life. I was watching a sex psychologist on televison who said that sexual cooling often occurs after a few years of marriage and that couples should frankly and openly discuss ways to perk up their sex lives, share their fantasies, and be open with desires. I decided to try this with my wife Cathy. Big mistake! This what happened.
We were dining out and I began the conversation during dessert. I suggested we try a few new things to liven up our relations. She asked me what I had in mind and to tell her some suggestions. She was very suspicious about the entire subject and was acting a bit annoyed and aggressive. My first suggestion was, “How about I make love to you from the rear? Her response was quick. “No way. You tried that once and it hurt. Very painful for me. I’m not doing that. What else are you thinking about?” I was taken aback but offered, “Well, a menage a trois might be interesting.” She mockingly replied, “What? You want a guy to join us?
Are you queer or something?” I said, “No honey, I was thinking of a woman.” She didn’t react favorably and became increasingly annoyed. ” If you want another woman just go out and get one. You don’t have to bring me in on it.” I recovered by saying, “No honey, not for me. I was thinking that watching you have girl on girl sex would be a real turn-on.” She nixed that fast. “Forget it. I’m not a lesbian.” At this point I thought I would scale back the suggestions and said, “Well, sexy lingerie would turn me on too.” That met with less fury and she responded, “Well, I guess I could go get some. That’s fine. Any other bright ideas?” Now, thinking I was on a roll, made another suggestion. “How ’bout you being my slave for a day or a weekend?” With that, her eyes flashed and she said, “Slave? To you? Not gonna happen. I’m not going to be bossed around by anyone. I wouldn’t ever be your slave…not unless you first were my slave for a day or a weekend. I replied, “Ok, ok, I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that I wouldn’t be willing to do myself. That’s only fair.” She was dismissive. Listen, I have had enough of this conversation. I’m going to the ladies room. Pay the bill and let’s get out of here.”
I called the waiter and paid. She returned a few minutes later. Still standing, she surprised me with, “So, are you ready to be my slave for the weekend?”
When I said “yes,” she said, “OK, we start right now.” As the restaurant was in the mall, she said while leaving, “Joe, I want to stop in Victoria’s Secret and pick up a few things.” My heart was beating faster and I could feel my cock starting to grow. She’s getting into this, I thought to myself. I watched discretely as she talked to the salesgirl and I caught a glimpse of some of the sexy stuff she was buying. Then, we left and went home.
When we got home Cathy turned on the lights and began, “OK slave, I want you to remove all your clothes, fold them neatly and put them on this chair. Would you like some coffee?” I said, “Sure.” “Good,” she replied, “you can make it and serve it to me upstairs when it’s ready. Right now I am going to change into something more comfortable,” as she walked up the stairs with the Victoria Secret bag in her hand.
When the coffee was ready I brought it, naked, upstairs to her and found her looking very sexy. She had on tight black spandex pants, stiletto heels, a black leather bustier, and her makeup was dramatic–all black eyeliner, mascara, and foxy eyeshadow and her wet lips glistening with red lipstick. As she sipped her coffee we began to talk.
“You know Joe, as my slave, you will be doing a lot of things and I just can’t have you walking around all night bare-assed naked so I bought you this outfit to wear.
Those things on the bed, I want you to put them on. I bought them specially for you at Victoria’s.”
On the bed was woman’s lingerie–bra, pantyhose, high heels, and a dress.
“These are girl’s clothes.” said I.
“Yes, you said that sexy lingerie was a turn-on for you,” Cathy replied.
“I meant YOU wearing sexy lingerie, not me,” I protested.
“Aren’t you the one who said that you wouldn’t ask me to do anything that you wouldn’t be willing to do yourself?
Anyway, you’ll wear those things because you’re my slave now and must obey. C’mon, be a good sport. I always wanted to see what you’d look like as a girl. It will be fun for me too. Come here and I’ll help you put on your bra,” she said laughing.
After a few minutes I was dressed in the new outfit. The pantyhose felt so sexy on my legs but I didn’t want to show her that I liked the way they felt, but it didn’t matter.
“Oh my, Joe, look at your cock standing at attention. This must be a bit exciting for you. Come look at yourself in the mirror.
You look just like a girl. Very convincing. Let me see you walk around in your high heels. Not bad at all.”
Then, she sat down next to me and caressed my nylon-clad thighs, slowly moving her hand onto my cock. She began stroking me and saying things like, “Oh, my sissy is excited in her new nylons. You are such a pretty girl.” A few more strokes and my cock exploded with cum spewing all through the pantyhose.
“Well, young lady, look at the mess you have made. Now, take off those pantyhose. Go to the bathroom sink and wash them out. Rinse them good and hang them up in the bathroom just like we girls do.”
When I finished washing them and returned to the bedroom she told me that slaves don’t sleep with their mistresses and that I could sleep on the couch since it was closer to the kitchen. She told me that in the morning she wanted her coffee and toast at 8am served to her in bed by her new slave and that I should be wearing my new outfit before serving it to her. With that she said “You’re dismissed,” and turned off the light. I slept on the couch.
The next day I woke up at 7:45 and had to rush with making the coffee and toast. Meanwhile I put on my new bra and went into the bathroom to get the panythose but they were still wet. So I put on the dress and high heels without the pantyhose. The coffee was ready and I took the coffee and toast up to Cathy in the bedroom.
As she awoke she said. “Oh, thank you honey. Where are your pantyhose, slave?”
“They’re still wet,” I answered.
“Well I can’t have you walking around bare-legged. That’s not ladylike. I was going to give you this present later but I guess you can have it now.
She handed me a gift-wrapped box and told me to open it.”
When I did, I found a black satin garter belt and sheer black stockings.
“Put them on slave, and be careful with those sheer stockings. If you ruin them I will spank you.”
I followed her directions and soon was sporting a rock hard erection.
“Here, put on these panties,” she said sternly.
Just then the phone rang and I heard her say, “Thank you, I’ll send my husband to come pick it up in a little while.”
“Honey, that was the pharmacy. My prescription is ready. I want you to go there and pick it up for me. You don’t have to undress. Leave on your bra and nylons and just wear your jeans and a sweatshirt over them and nobody will notice. By the way, here’s a list of a few things I need from the pharmacy you can pick them up too while you’re there.”
I left and began walking down the street in my lingerie with a a boner the entire time. At the pharmacy I looked at the list and felt uncomfortable buying lipstick and matching nail polish color fuschia, Ultra lash mascara, and No Nonsense ultrasheer off black pantyhose size C. The cashier looked at me funny when I paid.
When I returned to the house and walked into the living room I was shocked at what I saw.
As I entered I saw my wife Cathy and another woman totally naked in the 69 position licking each other’s pussies, completely oblivious to my return. I was so astounded and dumbfounded that I continued walking right past them into the kitchen to ponder my next move. I stayed there for about 5 minutes making a bit of noise to alert them that they were no longer alone. I could hear their conversation. The woman said, “Cathy, I think your husband has returned. I hear someone in the kitchen.
“Really?” my wife replied, “I didn’t even hear him I was having such fun. But it’s no problem. He told me that girl-on-girl action was exciting for him.”
“You’re so lucky,” said the woman.
Then I heard Cathy.
“Honey, is that you? Won’t you come in here. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
As I entered, I figured that they would both now be decent but they were both sitting there, still naked, with their legs spread wide and enjoying an after-sex smoke.
“Joe this is Lisa. Lisa this is my husband Joe,” Cathy said.
Lisa said hello and then turned to Cathy and said,
“You, know Cathy, you are so lucky to be married to a man that approves of your sexual freedom.”
Cathy answered her with a statement that knocked me off my feet.
“Oh, Joe isn’t a real man. He’s a sissy.”
“What do you mean?” said Lisa.
“He’s a transvestite girly-boy,” Cathy explained.
“No, you’re kidding me!” said Lisa quite surprised.
“No I’m not,” Cathy insisted.
Cathy looked at me and said sternly, “Slave, take off your sweat shirt and jeans, right now.”
When I did, and Lisa got a look at me in my bra, garter belt, panties and nylons, she said,
“Oh my! What pretty underwear he has for a boy!”
Cathy continued,
“That’s not all, you should see him all dolled up in his dress, heels and accessories.”
“I’d love to see that,” said Lisa clearly interested.
“Joe, go upstairs and finish getting dressed now…and be quick about it.”
When I returned, all dressed up Lisa was impressed.
“Oh wow, she really is precious. She looks just like a woman. I bet she could pass anywhere. What do you call her?”
Cathy replied, simply “Slave”
Lisa said that I should have a girl’s name and suggested, since my name is Joe–
“Why don’t you call her Joe-Ann, that’s easy to remember.”
“I like that,” Cathy replied, Joe Ann it is.
“Is she really your slave?” Lisa asked.
“Does she really do everything you tell her?”
“Oh yes or she is punished,” Cathy stated proudly.
Then Lisa whispered something to Cathy and they giggled.
Cathy looked at me and said,
“Lisa would like to see you squirt your sissy cream Joe Ann, why don’t you remove you panties for us and show us how you jerk off?”
As I began this humiliation Lisa said,
“Oh myGod, she has such a big cock for a girl,” Lisa exclaimed.
“Oh yes, Cathy replied, Joe has the biggest cock in town.”
“Well, it’s big but my husband Mike has the biggest cock in town,” said Lisa.
“I’ll bet he doesn’t,” Cathy replied.
Just then Lisa picked up her cell phone and made a call which went like this–
“Mike, this is Lisa. I’m at Cathy’s house but I forgot my house keys on the kitchen table. Would you mind bringing them over to me on your way to the gym? Thanks.”
Lisa turned to Cathy and said, “Mike will be here soon and we can settle this bet.”
When we heard a car pull into the driveway I got up and ran towards the bedroom when Lisa said.
“Don’t run way JoeAnn. My husband will never be able to tell you’re a guy.” Cathy chimed in, “Yes, JoeAnn, don’t you go anywhere. Just try not to talk, smile a lot or your voice may give your away.”
Mike rang the bell and Lisa let him in.
“Mike I’d like to introduce you to JoeAnn, Cathy’s cousin visiting from California. Joe Ann this my husband Mike.”
I smiled demurely.
Lisa continued,
“Mike, I was telling the girls about your you-know-what and Cathy says her husband’s cock is bigger. Would you mind showing her, we have a bet?”
Mike said, “Sure.” and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
My wife Cathy said “Well it’s certainly big but I don’t think it’s bigger.”
Mike, bit annoyed, said “Well, girls it gets a lot bigger when it’s kissed.”
Lisa added, “That’s true, you know, and if you girls want to kiss it it’s all right with me.”
“OK, you’re on,”said Cathy and grabbed me by the hand pulling me down on the floor where we both were now kneeling in front of Mike’s cock.
Cathy began kissing it, and said “C’mon JoeAnn, you too.” Wanting not to argue and give myself away with my voice I had no choice but to begin kissing the guy’s cock, along with my wife, sharing his erection with our tongues touching. I looked down a moment to see my heels and nylons and my mind wandered far away about my situation. Just then Mike grabbed the back of my neck and shoved his cock into my mouth and began pumping, fucking my face. Shortly thereafter his cock exploded a big stream of cum into my mouth. Lisa exclaimed, “Joe Ann, he likes to be swallowed.” So I swallowed.
Mike said “Wow that was great Joe Ann. Thank you.”
Then he turned to Lisa and said, “Your friends are fun but I have to pick up Jim now to go to the gym. Bye girls.”
Lisa said, “Don’t forget to pick me up afterwards.”
When Mike left Lisa and Cathy started talking about how I was a cocksucker now, and a good one and how I swallowed like a cumslut. Cathy said, “I never would have thought he was such a sissy girl.”
“Oh yes,” Lisa said, “and she can entertain Mike anytime you’d like.”
“Oh yes,” Lisa said, “and she can entertain Mike anytime you’d like.”
Cathy said, “Thank you Lisa. I think Joe Ann would take a liking to that.”
“Joe-Ann. One thing a girl needs to know–after you give a man a blowjob, after you have swallowed all the cum he squirted into your cocksucking mouth, you can be sure that your make-up is a mess and that your lipstick is smeared. Go freshen up, princess, while Lisa and I talk.,” said Cathy rather matter-of-factly.When I returned from freshening up both Cathy and Lisa were smiling broadly. “You know, Sweetie, you have been a good girl so far. Lisa is very impressed.” Cathy said. Lisa addressed Cathy, “Oh yes, Cathy, you have done a fantastic job, You turned him into a sissy girlyboy and then made him a cocksucker all in less than a day. I am very impressed.” Cathy replied, “I still can’t get over how he wrapped his hot pink lipsticked lips around Mike’s cock and sucked it like a slut…and when he swallowed…well, that’s an image that stands out.Lisa lowered her tone and looking at Cathy said, “Let’s get Joe-Ann all dolled up. Really make her fabulous.” Cathy agreed and the next 2 hours were spent with hair removal cream, nail polish, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, earrings, lipstick etc…Then some new lingerie and nylons were given me and a sexy little black cocktail dress. I must say that I looked like a real sex kitten.
The doorbell rang. It was Mike and he wasn’t alone. He was with his friend from the gym. “Hi all. This is my friend Jim.” Cathy in mock anger went up to Mike and said privately for all to hear, “I have a boner to pick with you. You forgot my lips and gave your seed to Joe-Ann earlier. You owe me. I want to collect right now.” Mike a bit taken aback said, “Well, what about Jim here? He’ll feel awkward.” Cathy responded, “Oh, Joe Ann can massage his cock with her tongue while he’s waiting. Go ahead Joe Ann, you don’t have to be shy with Jim.” So I knelt down in front of Jim and began to unzip his pants to find a growing rod. “Lick that dick, Joe Ann,” Cathy urged. I heard the unzipping of Mike’s pants and the gurgled moan of Cathy as she devoured Mike’s big cock in her eager mouth. She looked over at me while I was sucking Jim’s cock. “Joe Ann I want you to stop.” I stopped sucking and looked at Cathy who was now naked completely. “Jim why don’t you come over here and fuck me while I suck Mike’s cock.? Joe Ann, you can just sit over there and be quiet and watch.”
As I took my seat Lisa came over and sat next to me to console me. “Joe Ann, I think we should talk. Look at your wife over there being double fucked by two real men while you sit here wearing heels and nylons, lipstick and mascara watching helplessly. You are quite a fairy princess, aren’t you? Not a real man, like them. In fact you have sucked both of their cocks, haven’t you? I’ll just bet you’re gay. I think you would absolutely adore getting fucked up the ass. Wouldn’t you?” I didn’t answer. She reached down under my skirt and caressed my stockinged thigh and soon was fondling my cock. “My but we are hard and excited.” Lisa mocked. “I think it would be nice if you were to come in your panties while you watch your wife being fucked.” Soon after, I came.
When the men had finished with Cathy. They went into the kitchen and opened beers. Cathy looked at me and said, “You know Joe Ann, it’s important for a girl to have experience. Every cock is different and needs to be handled a different way. But, I think you are really getting the hang of it.” Lisa interrupted, “You know Cathy, it’s very important for a sissy to be penetrated. It’s like instant humility, teaches them vulnerability and obedience. Has Joe Ann been dildo-trained or butt plugged yet?” Cathy didn’t have time to answer when Lisa continued, “What a great opportunity she has with Jim and Mike both who happen to be here?” Why don’t you have Joe Ann fucked up the ass? or doubled? ”
Oh yes. Great idea!” said Cathy who got up and went into the kitchen to talk with Mike and Jim.
They came back into the room and proceeded to double fuck me while Cathy and Lisa giggled, laughed, and called me a cocksucking bitch girly-boy faggot–something which I clearly had become. “Tell us what you are, bitch. Tell us you’re a cocksucking fairy.,” Lisa barked. “C’mon girl, what are you?”
“I am a cocksucking fairy,” I obediently replied.
A bit later our guests left. Cathy, before going to the bedroom, looked at me and said, “Well JoeAnn, it’s been quite a busy day for you, young lady. You need to get your beauty sleep now. Before you go to sleep I want you to think about what you told Lisa, you know, “I am a cocksucking fairy.”
Think about that. I know I will. Good night, precious.”
The next morning I woke up in a daze but quickly became alert when I noticed that my nails were still painted red. I had no way of removing the nail polish and soon realized that I was completely dependent on Cathy for that purpose. I heard my new name being called. “Joe Ann.” Again Cathy called, “JoAnn please come here.” Then a bit louder, “Joe Ann, get in here right now you cocksucking fairy.” I scurried. “It’s about time, Missy. I want coffee served to me right now. Put on your bra, pantyhose and pumps and prepare the coffee.” When it was ready I served her.
Cathy looked at me and said, “We have a busy day today. We are going out. I have been giving it some thought and I need to discuss with you where this relationship is headed. Yesterday made me realize that we need to change this marriage. The image of you as a girl is fixed in my mind now. I just can’t erase the sight of you sucking the cocks of men and the vision of you being fucked like a girl. In fact not only can’t I think of you as my husband any more, but I can’t don’t even think of you as a man after what I have seen. Plus, having sex with Jim and Mike reminded me what good sex is like again and frankly, I want more of it. I think we should get a divorce. You know there isn’t a judge or jury in the world that wouldn’t grant me one. Especially when I tell them about the mental cruelty involved with a secret transvestite homo who hid that fact from me. I know it will be messy and extremely embarassing for you when all our friends and acquaintances learn the reason why I am divorcing you, but I don’t see any other alternative.”
I was almost in tears and said, “Please Cathy, don’t do that. We can work this out. We can settle amicably. I’ll give you whatever you want.” Cathy replied, “Well, I’ll have to think about that. Meanwhile, just slip on your jeans and a sweatshirt over your bra and pantyhose, we are going out.”
Cathy left to take a shower and get dressed, leaving me to wash the coffee pot and cup. I slipped on my jeans and a sweatshirt and about ten minutes later Cathy returned. “OK, JoAnn, I won’t divorce you if you agree to certain conditions. One, I am free to have sex with anyone I want. Two, you may remain here living in this house but not as before. From now on you will be my secretary and personal assistant. You will obey me in all things or you will be punished. If you disobey I will file for divorce. Is that understood?” “Yes,” I replied.
“Good then. As my secretary I expect you to dress appropriately at all times. That means nails done, heels and nylons, make up, etc…You’ll need a new wardrobe which is why we are going out shopping. Put on these ear rings and this pink lipstick and flat shoes. I don’t want you attracting too much attention in the mall. I see the way men look at you when you’re all dolled up and I don’t want that today. You will just be shopping with your girlfriend, like all the secretaries do.”
If you enjoyed this please congratulate JoeAnn on her new job and let her know what you would like her to do next. I will give her the message.