FM She Takes Charge 1 (bisexual/authoritarian)

FM She Takes Charge 1 (bisexual/authoritarian)

Hell, I am a guy, a mans man, and I always tended to take charge of everything. When I met my bride to be (Gwen) she appeared to have no opinion about anything. Where to eat, what movie to watch, what to do in bed, or anything else. It was all on me to take command and it fit my persona of the man in control.
After our wedding and a few months of married bliss I thought that some things needed to change. I complained that she never would tell me what she wanted. She expected me to just know I guess. Drove me a bit crazy especially in the sack. Did she like me to suck her tits, pinch her nipples, hard, soft? Fingering light and fast or hard and slow or not at all. She often seemed to be non involved until the time that my eating her pussy or pumping her cunt brought the final result. It was kind of boring.
So I told her that. Oops. Maybe not the response I expected but I came to enjoy it.
Outside the bedroom my wife informed me that maybe I was getting a little bossy. I always appeared to control the day to day. I had my preferences as to how she dressed and I even told her what kind of underwear she needed to have on. I likes the lacy sex stuff to be under her clothes. It got me going when she got undressed to reveal her great body in a hot bra and panties. I insisted on nylon or satin panties too. I hated feeling her up in nasty plain cotton briefs. To be truthful I did not really like them on me either so I had moved to silk boxers even though I so disliked the free swinging nature of my equipment in them. Rather enjoyed the more confined feeling in briefs. Having a conversation about these things brought some swift changes.
One Friday evening as my wife slid out of her blouse and skirt I kind of frowned at her as she was standing there in a basic wire free beige bra and white cotton briefs. "God, do you know how boring that looks?" I said. "Why don't you ever wear the sexy underwire bra and hot lacy panties I bought you for your birthday? You know it excited me. Are you trying to not turn me on?"
"Honey. The hot stuff is not all that comfortable to wear all day and besides it is a pain to hand wash the pricey dainty stuff you seem to like."
I jumped right in with a solution. "If washing is the issue, I'll wash any lingerie you need if you'll just wear it for me now and then. And if it's not comfy for work, just change into the hot stuff for lounging around the house or going to bed or just for sex. I crave the visual stimulation of you in panties and sexy bras."
"I will think about that." she told me while she unhooked the boring bra and put on a very cute satin chemise nightgown for bed. At least It was sexy and I was going to so enjoy pawing her parts thru that silky material. We had a good but typical night. Her passive and me questioningly aggressive at meeting both of our needs. The next morning we had a little tiff about the disagreement the night before. I asked her if she didn't think she felt sexier in her satin nightgown than in her crappy pajamas. We didn't reach any agreements and the day went on.
After dinner Gwen went upstairs and returned shortly in a plush ankle-length robe, wearing a funny grin on her face as I watched TV.
"Well what do you think?" she asked while modeling the robe.
"It's fine. You look cute all fluffy."
Turning away I heard the telltale sound of the long zipper being undone. Curious I stared at her as she came back around to reveal a white lace push up bra that nicely mounded her breasts over the cup edges and below were nylon and lace panties to match. I had an instant hard on.
"How about now?" she queried.
"Holy shit. You look amazing. There was not an ounce of resistance within me. With a stiff dick raging in my pants I stood and literally threw her down on the couch, pulled her sexy panties to one side and ate her twat voraciously until we were both kind of drenched in her juices and I was ready to cum. I was some kind of a****l then. I extracted myself from between her legs, stood beside the couch dropping my pants and releasing my aching boner. Gwens eyes were locked on me stroking my cock until I released my pent up load of hot cum over her face and her tits. What a mess! Felt so fucking good being that kinky with my wife and I was kind of worried how she would react.
As the last dribbles of spooge remained dangling on the tip of my cock Gwen reached up for my neck and drew me to her asking me to kiss her. It was not until I was close enough to smell the telltale aroma of cum that i realized I was about to kiss her face with it covered in my own gloppy goop.
She locked her hands behind my head forcefully making me kiss her tummy lips. "You like spraying your goo on my face? How about you kiss it all away and clean up the mess you made!"
Without much choice our faces smeared together with sperm for lubricant and she demanded that I lick it all off if i ever wanted to see her dressed like this again. Oh Shit! Yes Ma'am! I licked.
I was not even comprehending the taste of the cum, just the passionate make out session that had ensued. With her face all taken care of from the cum on her lips and cheek to a bit on her neck I figured I was done.
"What about these tits you seem to like so much? Does my hubby bitch boy expect to get away with not cleaning up all of his little messes? Lick that cum off my tits and you better do a really good job!"
I was aghast at her actually making demands but dove right in and found it completely thrilling to gobble my own goo from the bulging breasts pushed high by the bra. Feeling my own hot breath warming my face while I explored and cleansed her deep cleavage had me all hard again and ready for more.
Gwen pushed me away when all the cum was consumed and told me to go and shower and then wait for her upstairs. She was taking charge and I was enjoying it.
Enjoying the warm spray in the walk in shower I could see thru the textured glass door when Gwen entered. I could make out the she was getting out of the bra and panties and gathering some things from the drawers by the sink. The door swung open and in she came, naked, with a razor and the bottle of shave gel she used all the time on her legs.
"I need to get you ready for some new experiences I have planned for you, darling." she said in a sarcastic tone. "I am going to remove most of this nasty hair from your chest, your upper legs and, yes my love, even your crotch and balls. If you are so intent on experiencing the pleasures of me wearing hot sexy underwear you need to understand what girls go thru to look so good. We shave, you shave."
Using the cream liberally slathering my chest Gwen shaved away all the hair from my chest and my belly. I never was very hairy anyway so it was not a big deal and I kind of enjoyed the new more sensitive nature of my skin feeling the pulsing spray from the shower head wand as she rinsed me off. She did my back and even my ass as she worked her way down to my knees being so careful to leave no follicles untouched. Her hands felt better than ever slipping over my newly denuded ass and thighs.
"I don't want to slip up and injure you baby so I want you to shave your `parts'." Taking a large palm full of the cream my rather pushy now wife worked it over my pubes and my ball sack giving me some hints about being safe with sharp objects and tender nuts. She told me as I worked to meet her demand that I had to get proficient at doing this as it was to be my new normal if I had a continuing interest in sex. I did a good job and she tested it. While she juggled my baby soft balls in her palm and used her other hand to slide over and carefully check my shaft and pubic mound she commented. "You have no idea how good these will feel in your new underwear and the nightgown I bought you today."
I had questions!
Exiting the shower we toweled each other off throughly. Gwen open my underwear drawer and withdrew something. She was close at my feet so it was not until she instructed me to "step in" that I saw she was holding up a pair of rather skimpy pink satin panties answering my "what new underwear" question.
Holy shit. They felt so amazingly good with the cool material sliding over my calves and then my hairless thighs before nestling my balls into the silky crotch. She held the waist band stretched out and told me to put my dick away. I manhandled it into their new cool to the tough enclosure. What the fuck was going on? You wanted her to tell you what she wanted. You got it now.
Standing in a bit of a trance like state with my cock fighting to escape the gripping hip hugger cut of the panties, Gwen, naked, slipped a pale blue satin baby doll nighty over her head. Watching it flutter down over her breasts and belly made matters worse as i was beginning to leak in my own new undies.
Back onto her drawer she reached and in her reappearing hand was another baby doll nightgown.
Pink to match the panties my parts were currently captured within. "Hands up, Bitch" That was all new talk and I was thinking that when she commanded "Now! Get your arms in these straps!"
Yes dear, my mind said as my extended arms found the required place and Gwen released the little slip of satin to cascade over my now-oh-so-sensitive chest and tickle my belly before barely covering my pink panty clad crotch. "So how does it feel to be girly? Was it worth all of the trouble? Do you understand what us gals go thru daily so you guys can ogle our bodies and our lingerie? Do You!"
"Yes babe."
"That will be Yes Mistress from now on. Tonight you are my lesbian husband lover. I have met your request for dressing sexy and you will meet all of my demands going forward. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" Then I quickly added "Mistress".
Had my wish become a nightmare? Time would tell. Wait and see.
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There we are standing in the bathroom both of us in satin baby doll attire. Me with a raging hard on crammed up in my new pink satin panties. My wife took me by the hand an guided me to the bed.
We both got on the bed and Gwen reached out and took my shoulder pulling me to her side. I tried to make an adjustment to the situation, now getting a bit sticky, in my panties but she smacked my hand away. "You will not need that tonight lover boy. I told you that you are my lesbian lover and you will be pleasuring me as I demand using only your hands , tongue, fingers and mouth. Got it?"
"Yes Mistress."
She pushed me lower and her satin clad breast rubbed over my face before she stopped any further descent. "Nibble my nipples! Both sides. Do it!" I began, excited to be told what to do for once. "Bite them with you lips, bitch!" I did squeezing those extended nubs and rolling them with my mouth muscles.
"Massage my big tits with your face. You love the feeling the shiny clothe don't you? Like a baby with his blankie. Harder! really push your face in there." Her hand worked my face into her pits then rotating more to her side and instructing my to get the other side.

"That's good. Now suck my tits. All over, every inch." I started to lift her nighty. "Did I tell you to do that? You will service my breasts thru the satin you seem to so love seeing and feeling."

I went after it with passion and after mouth massaging and tongue stabbing every swelling inch of her flesh her gown was kind of soaked.

She sat up and yanked it off herself. "Look bitch, you got it all wet. Now back to my tits!" I began again."Under the arms slut. Do the sides, get underneath, up and over the mounds. Bite my nipples till I scream. Oh my , You are good at that!" Glad that I could please her while she firmly pressed my face into the cleavage channel while demanding that I lick harder. Near drowning in my own saliva she took advantage of that like lube dragging my face over and around and around her drenched breasts and her hips began the thrust from the pleasures I was applying up top.

One massive orgasm done for her and a lot of leaking for me soaking my panties with my cramped up cock wishing for escape. Her hands took my shoulders and forced me lower to her belly button and I was told to drill my face and tongue in there to be sure it was sparking clean. I had created a monster in the sack. Little did I know it was only the beginning.

Gwens hips raised as I was shoved even lower. "Eat my pussy. Eat it. Oh God eat me you slut!" I had no choice as her grip was so intense forcing my face into her freshly waxed pussy lips. Another revelation. I loved it and worked energetically gliding my face up and down the slit using my nose and tongue to stimulate her even more. My hardened tongue found her stiff clit and frolicked flicking it over and over until her pressure upon my head made me relent. Her wild moans and almost screams ebbed to a soft purr while I gently rotated my face in there and her clit slid gently and repeatedly over my spit soaked lips.

My wife sighed some regaining her breath and energy. We were far from done I discovered. "Get that tongue up my cunt. Tongue fuck your wife. Deeper. More. Again." The muscles in my face were actually cramping from the strenuous activity of violent muff diving. But I loved it and I did not plan stopping until she screamed thru another head bursting orgasm from her lesbian lover husband. Something about being trapped in the panties rubbing against the sheets and the cool slippery satin shimmering over my back as I serviced Gwens needs had me leaking, no actually flowing, streams of precum into the pink softness of my assigned underwear.

Gwen released my head and grabbed under her knees pulling them to her chest, still spread, drawing my target area ever lower. "Ok you cunt lapping slut. Eat your wife's ass. Tongue fuck my asshole sissy bitch!" Where the hell did she find this new vocabulary. I wanted it to continue if only in the bedroom. I never would have imagined when we married that my wife would have me in girl garb and making me ream her puckered asshole with my tongue. Her command was my instruction and follow it I did. As deeply as I could.

Her legs soon locked over my back as I traversed pink pucker to taint to pussy once more and resumed assaulting her swollen clit until I though her legs pressing much harder against her might break my neck. Sure glad no close neighbors as I caused her to scream and thrust and writhe thru another shattering girl cum. I could barely breathe for all of our blend of fluids drenching her crotch while I brought her down slowly using only firm flat tongue pressure against the sensitive part until the leg lock on my neck relaxed and we both breathed again.

"Was it good?" I enquired quietly.

"Oh honey. Excuse my language but it was so fucking amazing. You might be the best lesbian ever."

She added. "Did you have fun? I think this little change of roles excited you. Or maybe it was just the panties and soft gown rubbing over your hairless bod?"

"I think it was all of that. I need to go clean up. While you were trying to rip my head off with your screaming orgasm leg lock I came like a banshee. Oh so much cum The panties are totally soaked."

"Really? I want to see. Stand up right here by the bed and show me."

Positioned beside Gwens head she could see how drenched the pink satin was being that the entire front half was dark. There was even seepage thru the satin to the outside and she reached out and let her fingers glide thru the goo.

"Take them off baby. You need to get them cleaned off right away. We don't want your new undies to be all stained up do we?"

"No" then she gave me a questioning eye look. "No, mistress" I corrected myself. She smiled.

I was instructed to slip the cum soaked panties off and hand them to my wife. "Kneel lover."

I did right there at the bed as the saturated garment hung from her
middle finger. She took a whiff and then bunched them a bit while telling
me to open my mouth. What now? Seconds later that cum drenched gooey
slimy sexy pink panty was stuffed into my mouth and I was being told to
extract every molecule of my gonad gravy from them before rinsing them
out in the sink. Her words were more like,"You made a big mess in your
panties now clean it up. Eat every bit of your own cum. Do a good job and
I might allow you to do this again."

It was kind of disgusting to think of it but the reality was not all that
bad. The reward would be worth it.

Cum was not all that bad. Heck I had asked her to eat it enough times why
not me. I recalled Gwen had said I needed to see what girls went thru.

Following the consumption of my clumps of baby batter goodness from them
I entered the bathroom and rinsed them out well in the sink. From the
bedroom Gwen told me to blot them off in the folds of a towel, stretch
them over the ends off a hanger and put them in the closet to dry. "Get
used to it babe. It is how you will be washing all of our frilly things
for the future."

Mission accomplished I returned to my drawer for some dry underwear. What
the heck? Where were all my boxers. Not even my cotton briefs were in
there. No. Now my underwear drawer was filled with women's panties.
Nylon, satin, plain lacy and even bowed. A dazzling sissy array met my
eyes. From the other room. "Try the sheer black ones in the front left
corner and get back in here. My tits need more attention before you make
the bed up fresh and vacuum the room." A pause then "sissy slut"
followed. Okay. It was just bedroom playtime talk. I really was not a
sissy. Sure?
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The short slip of satin material and panties became my regular nighttime
garb. Since Gwen had removed all of my normal undershorts panties of
various designs took over as everyday wear. Our sex life was going really
well although my cock got little attention or service as my mouth and
tongue had become Gwens sex toys. I felt a bit odd at work walking or
even sitting at my desk knowing what silky treasures lay just behind my
fly. I could close the door and have a few minutes to stroke one out as
they say. Had to keep it neat though. Dried cum on the floor or the edge
of my desk would not go over well so when I had forgotten tissues I would
cum in my hand and just lap it all up when I was done. Heck I was already
under orders to eat my cum from Gwens face or tits or even her ass
whenever I jerked off on her. Girls have to do it therefore so do you, I
was told.

After dinner and some tv I was instructed to clean up and get ready for
bed. That meant to shower, shave all hair, powder my body and slip into
whatever panties she had laid out for me as well as the sissy slut
nightgown. When I went in the shower nothing was on the counter. When I
came out I saw satin panties with lace and bows and a small shopping bag,
No nightgown.

"Wait for me baby. I'll be right in."

Gwen entered wearing a white satin nighty with black lace sides and
matching panties. Damn she looked hot. "Sit" she said. "And open your
little present."

Handing me the bag I worked thru the tissue which surrounded my gift.
First I pulled out a pair of stockings. They were white and the thigh
high type with lace stay up bands.

"That's enough. You need to put those on before checking into the rest
of your present. I had no idea of how to put on hose so my wife walked me
thru the process and in no time their gripping silken goodness was
enclosing my calves and thighs. They came up almost to my balls and my
fresh shaved legs felt amazing being clad in them. Jeez. I was getting so
femmed up about it.

"Stand up babe. Reach in the bag for the other item."

I did. My fingers discovered something of lacy strappy construction in
the sack and withdrawing my hand revealed a white lacy underwire bra. She
had no bra on under her gown so I figured I was supposed to help her into
it. Holding it out for her she informs me."It's your size honey. You
wasn't to see sexy, you have to wear sexy. It is time you felt what it
is like to be strapped into a push up bra all day. Now put your arms
out!"

I was not wearing a bra and I told her that. "Do you want some pussy?
How about my tits. You want to suck them? Then we put you in a bra and
you accept it my little bitch."

My arms went out into the straps she held aloft and she circled around
behind bringing the garment to my chest and giving the band a good tug
before hooking things together in back. Gwen playfully gave it a bit of a
snap before being sure that the shoulder straps were perfectly in place
and moving the front parts from behind me until the wires were exactly
where they belonged to give my pecs a push.

She turned me around and I was looking right into the floor mirror at my
hair free male body d****d in panties, stockings and a bra. I did not
hate the look. I should have I guess. Strangely the tension of the band
around my chest plus the lacy straps tugging at my shoulders produced a
feeling of comfort, like a tight hug.

It was not terrible and I really wanted to dive into my wifes sweet cunt
and maybe jerk off on her so this was the price to pay.

Still agog at the new me image in the mirror Gwen said she was going to
bed and i should come in in a minute after she was settled. I was good
with that so I gave her a few moments.

I approached the bed and she was on her side facing away from me. Her body d****d in the shiny white gown was extremely exciting. I cuddled up behind her hoping to get a bit of rubbing-my-pantied-cock action going on her gorgeous bottom. Starting to hold her she told me to hang on.

"I need something from my husband lesbian lover babe." Gwen started to roll towards me an onto her back.

Stunned to see her gown up like a satin tent in the front as she lay there I can't take my eyes off of her.

"What i need darling is for you to Suck My Cock! Yes I need you to suck your wife's big dick. Wrap your sissy lips around my new tool and you better make it sloppy. The wetter you get it the easier it will be when I fuck your face until I am satisfied."

Holy crap! I had never sucked a cock real or otherwise but there it stood. 7 or 8 inches long and thick as a silver dollar with a big molded bag of balls at the base, all held to her groin with a harness.

"Stop staring and start sucking, slut. If it gets you too excited and you need to cum you will squirt that load on my cock. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress" Then I was given step by step instructions.

"Start at the tip dear. Kiss it. Again. Again. Now wet it good with your tongue. Round and round and round. More spit bitch. You are dressed like a girl but you need to suck like a fag as I hear they are much better at giving head than us ladies." Her hand came atop my head with the first two inches or so between my lips and just past my teeth. "More! Take it deeper! That's it. Ease it in there cock sucker. Nod if you like my big dick."

I did and she pushed me lower. "You don't need to get it in your throat tonight lover but you will learn to do that with enough practice. Bob up and down. Faster. More spit!"

I was spewing gobs of mucus all over the thick shaft and a huge accumulation of salivary slop was building up at the base. Gwen made sure that she ground all of that into my face each time I approached the bottom of the rubber wonder that filled my mouth.

"Do my tits slut. Both hands. You suck with your mouth and feel my tits with your hands. Got it?"

I got it. I did it. The longer I was at it the more difficult it got to
decide what I liked better, feeling Gwen's beautiful firm breasts or
getting my mouth fucked with a plastic phallus. She was writhing
furiously from whatever I was doing on either end. I found out later that
inside the harness was a knob stub that was inside her and against her
clit as I sucked. My actions worked to get her off.

As vigorous as i was going at it my wife asked if I was going to cum in
my panties. I pulled off the cock long enough to say I was close to it.
With the big silicone wand back in my mouth she reminded me about where I
was supposed to put my load if I came. I jerked away, thrust my hips
forward while pushing the panties under my swollen nuts, and launched
some massive streams of sticky steamy spooge along the length of her cock
and adding more glop to the accumulation at the base. Gazing at that was
like looking at an area hit by a sperm hurricane and I know that I was
supposed to be like FEMA and perform the clean up mission before leaving
the area. So much fucking cum. Clumpy gobs and slimy streams all were
vacuumed away via her repeated demands to get that shit off of her and
make it sparkle.

Sleep soon overtook us both after me putting my still hard dick back in
my panties and Gwen removed the harness and put her big cock away. If
felt different going to sleep while wearing a bra but I fond myself
feeling myself up and pinching my nipples thru the sheer cup fabric
often. Was not sure how long i actually slept before Gwen cuddled up to
me and asked if I could handle some more. AT this point I was game for
anything.

Gwen snatched away the sheets and straddled my belly. Her hands were soon
very busy playing with my chest in the bra. "How does that feel baby.
Does my sissy lover like his wifey to massage his tits. Do they feel good
in the bra?" She pinched my nipples with both hands and gave a twist
causing a pang of pain and pleasure all at once. They were very hard and
surprisingly extended. Her hand dropped to her side and in a moment I was
staring at the big rubber dick again. Wagging it in front of my face she
had questions.

"Did you like my cock? How did that feel stuffing your pretty mouth? Answer me!"
"Yes I like it. There I said it."

"Good because here it comes again." then she shoved it between my lips
and demand that I suck her cock some more. It was a little rough. My wife
really wanted me to understand how girls felt when guys demanded a deep
throat performance. Gagging and spewing fountains of mucus I got the idea
real good.

I wasn't gay. I was a man. So what, I liked wearing panties. Even caving
in to her demands that I now dress in stockings, panties and a bra around
the house full time did not make me queer, did it? Just a loving husband
catering to his wife's demands. Well a kind of sissified, crossdressed,
lesbian lover sissy husband but who cared. I felt so good.

Would Gwen demand more of Jack or of Jacquie?
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It was Monday and I was getting ready to go to the office. Gwen stepped
into the bathroom just as I was slithering into the panties she had
chosen for me to wear that day.

"Cute baby, but it needs something else. You have gotten comfy wearing
panties to work so it is time to up your training somewhat."

My wife brought forth from the drawer a new bra that I had not seen
before. It was bright red, scarlet with a bright blue ribbon laced thru
the top edge of the cups. Very hot and I expected her to put it on. She
did. On me! "Today we begin the next level of your acceptance of your
feminine side. You will wear this lovely bra to work today and you will
have one on each day that I deem your attitudes and actions require it."

Needless to say I was stunned and very resistant. Panties and stockings
very hidden. Not much chance anyone would get a clue to my now required
underwear. But a bra? A bright red one? Wouldn't it show thru?

She could tell I wanted to object but she was in charge and automatically
my arms went out to accept entry into the lace trimmed straps. Her usual
procedure followed pulling the band taut around my chest from the rear
and fastening together the three hooks. I was ready to turn and look at
myself in the mirror but she stopped me and took something from the
counter. I felt her kind of fumbling around with the band.

"What are you doing? I want to see how bad this is."

"You will get to. Right now I am throwing a few stitches in the back
here just in case you get uncomfortable and think you can sneak in the
restroom and take this lovely addition to your wardrobe off until after
work and then put it back on before you come home. No way that will
happen now unless your other personality is Houdini. There, All stitched
up. Put your shirt on before you check yourself out."

Gwen gave me my standard white oxford and assisted in buttoning it all
up. In my stockings, panties, shirt and new bra I turned to look. The
profile revealed just a slight amount of boobage from the lifting effect
of the underwire and straight on, if I looked hard enough, I could tell
something was under there. The dark shade of the scarlet lace bra showed
thru a little. The lace displayed a faint pattern on the cloth as well.
Looking across the sink at the mirror behind me showed a bit more. With
the shirt tight across my back the band and shoulder straps were rather
obvious. Guess I would be keeping my sport coat on all day.

Into my pants and shoes and some breakfast. We had a conversation across
the table.

"You understand that I am in charge now, correct? You wear what I say
when I say it without complaining or my body will become off limits very
quickly. Got it?"

"Yes, dear. I mean Yes mistress Gwen."

"Good. Have a nice day."

I was nervous walking into work. Even with my suit jacket on I was edgy
that someone would notice patterning from the bra in the back or shadow
shapes thru the front. I was the dude, the stud, mister macho of the
office. It would humiliate me to be discovered garbed in the sexy
lingerie I had asked for. Of course I ask for Gwen to wear it but now it
was a part of my daily routine if I knew what was good for me.

I stopped in the restroom. I could not resist popping a few buttons and
taking a quick peek at the delicious item of female attire my wife had
strapped me into for work. It was a very sexy bra but kept the reveal
short.

To the office. As usual, my secretary Cassie, was at her desk early and
gave me an especially nice smile as we exchanged good mornings. Cassie
was maybe 10 years older than Gwen and I but she was a very beautiful
girl and had a body that any man would crave. I told myself how lucky her
husband, Charlie, was to be tapping that all the time.

A day would begin with Cassie bringing in coffee and the stack of mail
plus whatever papers might need my signature first thing. Today was no
different at the start. Cassie trotted in, closing the door behind
herself, and with her fine hips all asway, delivered the mail and the
java. Often she would watch over my shoulder, pointing out where the
signatures were needed. Today was the same except that as I went thru the
papers and she leaned over pointing, her chest was pressing against my
back. That never happened before.

Into scratching my initials on the first form her hands came to rest on
my shoulders giving a little squeeze like a sit down massage. "It's too
warm in here Jack. You need to lose this jacket." Reaching around she
gripped the lapels and pulled the coat away. I shifted forward and she
took the coat off and folding it neatly over the back of the side chair.
She returned to the massage. I was very tense. Would she see the band
thru my shirt? How about feeling the straps while rubbing my shoulders?
She was right behind me and could look down the front of my shirt, if it
gapped at all, to reveal to her my lacy red bra.

Then, with all those thoughts brewing Cassie says. "So, Gwen tells me it is red."

My head came around to inquire. "What are you talking about?"

"Your bra Jack. Gwen told me that she was putting you in the red lacy
bra today. How does it feel? Does it add to the pleasure of wearing the
panties and stockings you have had on in here for weeks?"

I was aghast and turning as red in the face as the bra was. "She told
you? What is going on here. I did not know that she even talked to you?"

"We talk a lot. We have a lot in common. Both of us married very macho
and manly husbands which was great until you guys started making certain
demands. Sooner or later gals have to take charge and stifle that
behavior. I told her about bra discipline and feminization training. It
took me a few months to get Charlie fully adjusted to his new wardrobe
and my requirements taking priority over his. Gwen found that interesting
so she has had you on the same plan. Thus the panty test, then the
stockings and now the bras and maybe she slipped you some hormones. We
will see how you develop. Literally."

Hormones? That might explain why my pecs seemed to be swelling and my
nipples had become very sensitive. I had to ask. "Why hormones Cassie?"


"Well because it is tough to be macho when you are sporting a pair of
tits! You will come to appreciate them."


While all of the insane talk went on Cassie continued her shoulder and
back massage even tugging at my straps now and then to tease me. Her
hands came over the top and began exploring the front of my shirt.
Gripping and pawing my chest while whispering that I was going to have
nice tits in a few months.


"I need to see them." she said while undoing button after button to
reveal the full splendor of my newly required garb. "Wow! What a
beautiful bra Gwen bought for you. The lace, the blue accents, the square
scoop chest plus the lace trimmed wide set straps and the screaming
scarlet color make you look very hot. In a girl like way." She pinched
both nipples hard at the same time with her hands stuffed inside the
open front of my shirt. I winced but liked it.


"Button up boss. We have to get back to work." Taking all of the papers
with her Cassie sashayed sexily across my office opening the door. As she
pulled it shut she added. "I'll give you a bit of privacy to work out
that problem in your panties unless it has drained itself already."

Oh my! What a way to start a week. I sat in stunned silence looking down at the dark shapes under my shirt and thinking again about how they felt different. Now I had a reason. Not sure wether to kiss my wife or kill her.

______

That week was interesting to say the least. When I got home I confronted Gwen about all the things she has confided to Cassie about and why I thought they should be kept private. She told me not to worry my pretty little panty-wearing body about that. "You realize that she got me into this training idea. Maybe you should thank her or give her a raise since wearing the sissy undies seems to give you a rise. A raise for a rise. Why not?"

"But her husband knows too."

"Well he does not know anything yet. I know and you know now that Charlie enjoys slipping into something silky and frilly every day just as you do. Cassie did not tell him that her boss was undergoing bra discipline and female control just as he had. Maybe we should get you two together. That might be fun for us girls to watch."

"And what about hormones? Cassie said you were giving me hormones to make my chest grow. What the fuck?"

"Babe. Who is in charge here? I want you to have big rounded tits that anyone wearing a bra should have. Besides hormones also suppress hair growth. We both like when you're all baby-butt smooth. Right? On top of that soon you will know exactly how it feels when you bite my nipples. You'll probably love it like I do. Who knows where it all can lead? Possibly you will want to try sucking a cock. You love our toy, right? Think what it will be like with a real dick in your mouth. Even blowing a big load of cum in there for your talented tongue to savor before you gulp it down. You have said it- Girls should always swallow."

I was flabbergasted hearing all of this. Suck cock. No way! I was not a fag, Next thing she might suggest is that I take it up the ass. None of that would ever happen. I was so wrong!

Gwen told me to calm down or I might be cut off the whole week. "You know how achy your balls can get without relief. Consider them brewing up a load all week. I should have told you about the d**gs but you seem to enjoy having on a bra and you really need a nice set of tits to fill it up. It is a birthday gift for me. By then your boobs will be all ready for me to play with while you service mine."

I was not as upset but still reeling from where all of this was taking me.

"How about you get on the floor bitch and take off my shoes, massage my
feet, rub my legs and eat this horny pussy under my skirt. If you do it
real good I might let you relieve your nuts on my tits and eat your cum
for an appetizer. Yum yum, slut. This cunt is not going to lick
itself."


I performed as required, loving every kiss to her legs, each flick to her
clit and all the long laps to her dampening slit, bringing her to a
roaring writhing orgasm and soaking my face before she allowed me to
plaster those momentous mounds with my sperm. Would mine be that nice by
her birthday?


My contemplation of that thought was broken by Gwen shouting "FEMA. Now
slut! Make it happen!"


There was something about cleanup duty that made me feel totally
submissive. I was fully into smearing my face in the puddles of my own
discharge wherever they occupied my wife body.


"Ok bitch. Enough with the slime party! Make like Dyson and suck it all
away!"


I was excused to go get my nightgown on while she wiped herself nice and
dry with her panties. We were both asleep quickly being drained of energy
and a lot of fluid and awoke all fresh. As was the usual now, all of our
recently worn lingerie filled the wicker "dainties" basket in the
bathroom ready for my laundering expertise which I had volunteered for
just a few months ago. I looked forward to getting that chore done before
getting dressed for work.


Still in my satin shorty gown and sheer nylon panties, Gwen slipped in
behind me and assisted me in getting my gown off as well as the panties.
Why not get them all at the same time she asked. So staring now naked
into the mirror over the sink I evaluated my titty growth. Maybe my wife
was correct that I would be cute with a nice rack.


All sorted washed and rinsed, I hung each item in the closet and slid
into the panties Gwen had put out for me. She grabbed another new bra for
me. Same style as the red one but in pale blue. After getting hooked in
and her going to her side of the bathroom to get herself ready, I asked
if she was going to sew me in.


"Not needed Honey. You seem to have done fine yesterday wearing the
sissy top all day and from what Cassie tells me you even enjoyed it
catching peeks in every mirror you passed. Plus, if you cheat, she will
report you and you will not be happy about that I assure you."


Another dressed day at the office had begun.


__________

The week at work was fine. Cassie still did her job like normal but added
the little shoulder massages and now required peeks she wanted to our
routine. It was kinky that another woman was getting a thrill from me
wearing female sexy underwear and she was the only one that knew it. I
hoped it would stay that way.


Cassie had comments each day as to my wife selections of a bra for me.
She thought that I needed some thinner shirts for a bit of see thru
effect. "You would get a kick out of risking it and wondering if anyone
could tell what was going on under there." I agreed with the concept but
disagreed with actually trying that.


Upon my arrival at home friday, Gwen was cleaning up and vacuuming the
living room. As she usually assigned her "female trained, lingerie
wearing, sissy husband (her words)" to do that, I asked what was going
on and I was told that Cassie and her husband Charlie were coming over
for dinner. She even had meatloaf in the oven for them.


My reaction to the news was not the best and I was soon put in my place
that we were going to be good hosts to my secretary and her hubby and
that I would do what I was told when I was told. The first thing was to
go change into clean clothes and that they were all set out for me
upstairs.


Up in the bedroom all arrayed on the spread was, would you believe it,
another new bra. Underwire, sheer cups decorated with embroidered vines
and topped with lace edges along the cups and straps. White matching
panties i could see right thru plus thigh high white stockings also with
vines coursing down the legs. I was so nervous but excited about having
this stuff on with a stranger, Charlie, Cassie's husband.

Taking a few very deep breaths I realized not to fear. There was a shirt
and pants to cover it all up and Cassie had said Charlie liked wearing
the `finer things' too.


Getting dressed meant fighting a few things. My dick was rock hard just
looking at the wardrobe and hard to get into the tight panties plus my
nipples were tender and achy while tucking them into the bra. Mission
accomplished though. Back to the kitchen for Gwens approval.

"Let me see it." My wife said upon presenting myself in the doorway. I
undid a few buttons and spread the front of the shirt so she could ogle
my tits in their new attire.

"Perfect. Now button up. They will be here soon."

All done just as the doorbell rang and I was told to go and answer it.

"Welcome. Come on in and get comfortable if you wish. I hear there might
be some appetizers coming our way soon. Drinks?"

Charlie seemed pretty reserved for a former marine as Cassie had once shared before all of these new things had happened. He was ok with a beer and Cassie opted for a glass of wine.

The three of us were still standing when Gwen made her appearance and
joined us with the requested beer and wine. "So glad that you both could
come tonight." Gwen addressed Cassie followed by complimenting her on
her dress and how nice it fit her body. It seemed odd that my wife was
checking out my secretary's bod and it got weirder when she leaned in a
gave Cassie a kiss on the lips while placing her hands on her breasts.

"Oh, these fill out your dress so nicely." Oh shit! My cock was
starting to fill out my panties nicely as well. Something very hot about
two sexy ladies kissing and feeling each other up a bit. Charlie was
taken aback as well and we stared at each other while the bit of feely
smooching went on.

Gwen moved away and offered Cassie a seat on the sofa before she sat
beside her. Both of then had hiked up their skirts as they sat so lacy top
stockings were the fashion of the day for both the gals. "Lets get this
party started." Cassie said and my wife agreed. Looking at us guys still
standing there with bottles in hand she says. "Strip! Bitches! We want
you down to your undies right now."

We were both stunned by the instruction and the tone with which it was
delivered but realizing who were our bosses we began unbuttoning our
tops.

"Stop! We want you to undress each other! Undo her blouse Charlene. Let
us see Jackies tits and her sexy bra. Jackie, unzip Charlenes pants and
help her out of them. I hear that she has really pretty panties to
control her sissy dick."

Cassie added, "Hurry up bitches. We want to see you enjoy the appetizers
before dinner."

A brief time later the two of us femme led husbands stood clad in just
the hot and lacy female attire we had been directed to wear. It was very
odd with both of use blushing bright red, Four very hard nipples denting
ou the surface of our bras and both of our dicks swiftly firming up and
tenting somewhat the tight panties we were confined in.


Gwen took my hand and had me sit on the edge of the sofa right between
the both of them. Cassie took Charlenes hand and brought her husbands
satin wrapped crotch close to my face. I sensed vanilla. Perfume? Body
wash? Well it smelled nice.


My wife asked if it smelled good. I nodded. "So slut it smells good. Now
see what it tastes like. Suck her cock! Pull those sissy panties down and
wrap your not-so-manly lips around this former marines oozing cock!


I pulled back in resistance. " I am not sucking cock. I am not a fag.
You can't make be do that!"


"We can and we will. Not a fag but a sissy. A cross dressed sissy and
soon a cross dressed sissy cock sucker with cum dripping from her chin.
Just like you fantasize about us girls. Right Cassie?"


My secretary stood and clung to her husbands back pushing his hips
forward. Gwen used her hand to press my face to the surface of the satin
shorts that contained Charlene. My lips could feel the warmth of his
erect tool diagonal across the front and between my lips. Cassie swayed
her hubbies hips back and forth over my lips as I tried to resist. Gwen
fumbled to pull Charlenes panty down so my lips could experience true
contact with real flesh. "No more dildo fun slut. It's real cock
tonight."


As I tried to fight it she went on. "You don't like the appetizer we
selected for you? It comes with special dressing that I think you like
but you need to work it out of the container yourself." she slapped my
face and shouted Suck it bitch when she did that. My loud "Ouch!"
brought my lips to a perfect "O" shape and Cassie manhandled Charlenes
dick into my mouth like it or not I was told.


With the battle lost I found that even though that hard thick cock was
buried halfway into my throat, I kind of liked it. It was warm and had a
taste and while hard as stone the surface was velvety. After a few gags
and an inch or so of withdrawal my tongue went to autopilot mode swirling
round and round and savoring the oozing slime exiting the tip. No dildo
ever did that and I loved it. I devoured every little surge of the precum
swiftly and with gusto.


Gwen looked up at Cassie commenting "I think she likes it. My sissy is
really getting into sucking cock." She nodded and thrust her hips
against her husbands ass forcing the whole dick into my throat again
producing another gag. She repeated it a few times.


"I bet he has said 'suck it bitch. Take my cock!' more than once in
his life. Now it is our turn. The throat fucking continued. My wife held
my face firm to receive the pounding. "Keep this up and you will be
getting your appetizer soon."


Cassie added. "I put him in no-jerk-off mode all week so he is going to
serve up a big batch. Gee I hope Jackie here is ready for this."


I was certainly NOT ready for that. While I was finding the act of
sucking cock to be a turn on especially dressed like a girl as I was, the
concept of some guy unloading a weeks worth of gonad gravy directly into
my mouth was not. Charlies nuts tightened and his tool lurched. It was
on the way! His tube almost rumbled as the first fierce fiery warm shaft
of damn near solid spooge exited his prick and fully filled my mouth. So
much and then another and another pulse of hot gloppy slime splashed in
until the build up forced geysers of cum from the corners of my now
chapped lips. I had to pull off or drown. When I did it was like taking
the cap of an overheated radiator and the entire massive accumulation of
ball batter erupted forth covering my servers entire crotch and upper
thighs in the deluge. There were huge globules dangling from my chin and
soaking his panties which had come to rest just under is now empty, I
hoped, nuts.


I stared at the disgusting mess that resulted and Gwen had one word to
whisper in my ear. "FEMA!"


Cassie. "What the fuck is FEMA?"


"You know, they do the clean up after big disasters and hurricanes. This
looks like a fucking cum hurricane to me so he needs to clean up his
mess. Right?"


"Yeah, I like that FEMA. I tell Charlie when he sucks cock to be a like
marine. You know- No man left behind-only it has changed to -No Manseed
Left Behind." Then she peered around her husband, watching me do as I
was told, cleaning up every drop of my appetizer. "Yes, suck it all up
bitch. You like that shit I bet." If she wasn't such a great secretary
I would have threatened to fire her ass right then. I was not her sissy
bitch I was my wife's cock sucking, cum eating, pussy lapping,
crossdressed sissy bitch.


Thinking this was over having had that huge appetizer stuffed in my face
and made to swallow what had to be a wine glass full of warm cum, I sat
back a bit now that Gwens hand was not pushing me into a crotch any more.
Again I guessed wrong as Cassie told me that Charlene needed her
appetizer as well.


Addressing her husband she ordered." Lay on the carpet bitch. It is time
to amuse your spouse before dinner." As he lay there with his panties
soaking wet and still under his balls, I was told to straddle the slut
and jerk off all over his face and chest. It took little encouragement to
start that process and not too many strokes later I was voluminously
spraying her slut hubby down as directed. All over his bra first and then
his upper chest and neck before approaching his face. At that moment
charlie opened his mouth as wide as can be to accept whatever dosing he
could as my dick spewed it third, forth and fifth pillars of penile puke
over his smiling facade.

"Nice work" Both ladies complimented me. "He sure loves that cum shit
all over him. You have heard of leather neck marines? This one is a
lathered neck one. Lathered face, eyes and nose one too. Not to mention
his tits and bra plastered in it as well."

"Go wash up for dinner. Cassie, Handle charlie. Dinner in 10 minutes.
Well our dinner. I think our husbands already ate!"

Comments? So concludes the final initiation the feminine led relationship
of these two sissy bitches. I hope that you have "enjoyed" the ride.