Big gurls don't cry. pt 3
Looking out the den window Elise spotted the old timer of a neighbor who seemingly had been there since Noah had the last of his passengers disembark dry as a bone. The 86 year old had a yappin’ Yorki on a leash. The tiny beast looked to have a heart of a lion and it knew it. Nike comfort covered feet barely lifting off the ground the pet owner kept slip sliding taking strides of 5 maybe 6” at most. His memory a challenge the dog walker wasn’t sure who was walking who.
Banging the cigarette against the Zippo lighter Elise commented ‘is that what I have to look forward to?’.
The woman sat at the desk with the last set of documents out and prepared with small post-it notes near each line. A lit cigarette in her hand she watched as her husband Thad signed away any an all attachment to their financial documents. Much like a married woman treated as chattel at the turn of the 19th century he was now dependent on his spouse in matters of money, finance and other things of import.
The question came out in a soft hesitant voice Thad had been acquiring.
“But Maam….what hum….what will I do if I need Money?”
After the long drag Elise blew the smoke out pointed at the ceiling. Her hand ran along his smooth face.
“I guess you could do what my mother had to learn to do…You’ll just have to ask…she found it best to put on a smile and do it nicely.”
The cuckold experience she’d put her husband Thad through proved to be better then she had thought it would be. It was as though he had finally let go of any claim to being an influence in their marriage. A wave of submissiveness fell over him that brought with it expanded obedience. Motivation may get one started yet habit keeps it going.
Preparing after ‘the incident’ she had readied for the next step in his evolution. Being up front about it she let him know his new room would be the guest bedroom down at the end of the hall.
“You’ll be close enough should I need you and you’ll find it best to develop your ear to listen for the sound of the bell I’ll ring when I want you.”
Playfully she lifted the chime and gave a few rings as an example.
The master bedroom was now Elise’s private quarters entry would be by invitation only requiring a knock on the door first.
Pruning his remaining clothing like it was musical chairs she supervised as he moved his things out over a few of days. He soon found he had less choices of masculine clothing until none was left at all.
As with any one who seeks power the more Elise’s grew the more she wanted. The vanity table in her bedroom was mission control. Providing structure to his domestication every morning had him sitting at her feet to go over the daily print out list of household chores as she readied for her day.
Intended to be both demeaning and emasculating if not effeminate sounding many a day she addressed him as ‘Muffin’.
By Friday of the 2nd week ‘Muffin’ saw what his new sleepwear was to be. With her overseeing it he arranged his closet with an assortment of selected clothing from Elise.
“You’re going to love how they feel sleeping in them Muffin.”
She lightly slapped the hairbrush in her hand after declaring it confident she would win any stare-down.
As he turned he could feel the 2” hoop earrings and ponytail glance along the side of his smooth hairless face. A simple trip 2 days previous to the Galleria for new linens and draperies for his room found him at a kiosk having his ears pierced.
Holding still afterwards Elise slid the shoulder strap purse on well aware it acted as ‘kryptonite’ for most any male. Paralyzing in its effect on males many women enjoyed the overt feminization of the act. It was one of numerous examples of how today’s women were changing the landscape leading to a more feminine-centric culture in the post me-too environment.
Just saying her name brought a feeling of docile obedience with a hint of sexual undercurrent to show itself.
“Let us see how your hair looks when its not tied back….come closer Muffy I’ll slip off the hair band and give you a brush out.”
Holding still while she brushed away his eyes took in the sight of the colorful tops and blouses and sweaters on the hangers. A few gaps remained likely to be filled in later yet on at the end he noticed a half dozen new items.
“Baby hold still for a moment I need to try something.”
Thad couldn’t explain why but he now enjoyed when she called him affectionate names like that or darling or honey. Looking in the wall floor mirror that separated the closet Elise saw his eyes glance to see them.
“We’ll try one on for you tomorrow….the skirts you’re looking at…..like your new nighties they too can feel like such a delight….the way they flow…the feeling of the hem tickling on your knees or thighs….I will say their loose flowing nature makes one feel a sort of openness….but you will discover there is a level of…..oh how do the French put it… risqué vulnerabilite …if you think about it a simple lift of the hem and ones intimate wear is put on display.”
Elise held him by the shoulder and had him turn to look at her to assess her brushing efforts.
“Darling you have such lovely volume…it just seems to bounce and sway at your shoulder tips.”
Elise leaned in and kissed him letting some of the creamy cotton-candy colored lipstick stay behind on his lips. It was a rare recent display of emotion and gave him a charge on feeling it. She couldn’t help but notice he had closed his eyes like many a submissive girl does on accepting the kiss. As the two left the room Thad once more through a quick glance at the 6 skirts wondering which one she’d put him in.
Saturday morning had them in the shower together Elise wanted him nice and loose and feeling comfortable before giving him a full makeover. Truth was he had wanted it after spending so much time at her feet watching as she sat her vanity table creating a piece of art out of her face and hair.
Holding two different earrings up at his ears on finishing the makeover she smiled when he selected the 3” hoops over the plain silver studs.
“Very good Muffy…I was hoping you picked these. I can see from your expression you’re learning it’s kind of fun preparing.”
Muffin had gotten used to having the towel lifted holding at his chest level creating a shelf for something he suspected was getting larger. His eyes soft and alluring next took in the sight of the red polish on his toes. Lifting one hand while the other held the towel for safe keeping he wondered if Domina Elise would have his finger nails matching the color once dressed.
As the towel fell away revealing his smooth haired nakedness he was surprised she hadn’t put his chastity cage back on. A cock ring held around its base his penis gave no indication it would take to swelling in arousal.
The choice was really no choice at all. One outfit was a pair of frumpy black sweats way past their shelf life with a ‘raggedy Ann’ looking top in faded-out purple. Lying next to it was a lovely Ann Taylor crepe bow neck blouse in soft canary yellow with white hearts and billowing sleeves that would sit past his wrists once all 8 decorative buttons were fastened. A patterned skirt with an above the knee length had tiny speckles picking up the yellow and white against a pale blue background.
“Shall I help with your bra Muffy? Let’s here you ask nicely.”
A regular guy doesn’t ask if he can be put in a brassiere being part of the firewall that separates the two sexes, no it was something distinctly feminine. Like the Rubicon Caesar once crossed things would never be the same once the words came out.
“Ms. Elise would you please help me put on my bra.”
They may have been small yet they were there and both knew it.
“Now this is padded for comfort and lift and appearance. You’ll enjoy how it teases letting the lace embroidering show itself beneath the semi-sheer blouse.’
Elise let her hand glide along his smooth hairless waist pleased to see the subtle curvature the female hormones were creating.
“Now in the future slip the ends this way to hook them….. then you simply give a spin and lift the cups up and slip your thin arms through the strap openings…lets have you give a scoop on them and hold your breasts while I adjust.”
Easing her body against his naked back it came out in a whisper.
“No matter what else is going on a pretty bra always makes a housewife feel good about being feminine.”
The cat was out of the bag she had said it…’his breasts’.
“Muffy honey bend at the waist a touch, dip down gently releasing your pretties into the soft cups.”
Elise let her two fingers run under the band moving them towards the front then back again finishing with a comforting tug at the straps. Standing in the 3” heels he enjoyed the feeling of the stockings and garterbelt with straps.
Elise held the thong panties as though an after thought.
“Slip you skirt on Muffy for a moment lets see if it hangs at the waist properly……now tuck in your blouse loosely…..why any housewife would love to be wearing your look.”
The panties in her hand she let her arms hold at her waist to see his appearance before quietly slipping the lace thong into her pants pocket.
“Oh dear me we need to check the oven …come lets see if they’re ready….we can chat downstairs.”
In the kitchen Thad pulled out the tray of blueberry muffins while Elise slid her finger across her I-phone checking her emails. Twenty minutes later the basket lay on the middle of the table along with two placemats that had silverware wrapped in napkins with a tied Kelly-green cloth ribbon keeping them that way.
Secretly thrilled to be wearing heels Muffy turned on seeing Alice stride through the kitchen door. Startled at first he felt a feminine feeling of being objectified over taking him the more she stared. Nervously he held still with legs kept together as though wanting to be judged for his pretty appearance.
The woman’s eyes ran up and down his thin shapely body. He didn’t know how to react as though instinctual his head tilted slightly letting his finger come up and give a touch to his hairdo before both hands ran along in back smoothing his skirt as it rested on his pretty bottom.
A superior looking smile came on Alice‘s face now she knew just how domesticated the former husband truly was.
“There you are…I thought I heard you drive up…..Muffy darling we’ll have that coffee now….just stay close tidying things up in your kitchen while the women talk.”
No formal introduction just a dominant giving orders to her obedient domesticated spouse.
Thad smiled and gave a slight bow to his head as though fully understanding.
As women will do the two first chatted about business before moving on to other things.
“Sorry I didn’t find the ankle bracelet right away…it seems my Brad spotted it while cleaning his kitchen and put it in a small bowl near the window sill where we keep loose change and the like.”
Alice took a sip of her coffee before continuing.
“He’s been at home after losing his job a few weeks back or so….the truth is I decided he is of more use to me doing the housework…you know how demanding I can be…a house must have order to it…..these muffins are delicious.”
Elise smiled back lifting her arm to draw him near.
“I feel the same way…Muffy come here mind your manners…..say thank you when hearing a compliment.”
In a soft gentle voice Muffy said ’thank you Ms. Alice’. Elise let her hand slide up the silky slickness of his stockings keeping him in place as she did it. As Alice spoke to her Elise let her hand move up under his skirt giving his pretty butt a gentle caress. He could feel it quietly hoping it wasn’t going to happen. His penis started to lift swelling at the arousal.
Elise slid her fingers between his legs caressing his hanging balls before moving to hold his leg still tickling the nylon stockings. The short skirt began to tent out lifting the hem well off from his body. The blood captured by the cock ring keeping him stiff ‘Muffy’ was as hard as he ever had been. Pulsating at the prospect a further throb had the head of the penis peeking out from the soft material highlighting the frilly garter tabs.
Muffy was both excited and humiliated experiencing what many a woman had when an errant gust of wind ruined their decorum.
Elise leaned in and lifted the skirt to put his ‘clitty’ as she called it on full display before looking at a bemused Alice.
“We have had such growth in our relationship these past many months.’
A look at Muffy had Elise continuing.
“….and to think it started with a pair of these being used as a source of pleasure.”
Dangling from her index finger the matching panties to his bra lightly swayed back and forth.
“Go ahead Muffy they’re just harmless panties …take them and give us a little show…wasn’t it you that enjoyed being at a strip club watching females diddle themselves…and you thought I wouldn’t know what a credit card statement that has the name ‘Solid Gold Enterprises’ on it was for.”
“Would you mind?’
Alice held up the I-phone. Elise slipped off the skirt and blouse of Muffy as she whispered ‘sway your hips… make it a good one slide those panties along your clitty…. it’s likely the last your hands will be touching it in some time’.
Smiling at Alice she spoke
“Be my guest …..please send me the link to the video later.”
Wrapping his hand more up by the tips the long fingernails had Muffy developing a previously unseen style to his masturbation. Stroking along the shaft with the panties he soon took to laboring his breath the more excited he became.
Alice pulled her coffee cup closer to her putting a smile on her face.
“I like cream in my coffee….just not that kind.”
Back and forth his hand roamed as he swayed his hips…he felt so girlish in heels and stockings….he felt so excited to have two women watching him.
“Ohhh Maam……ohhhh Ms. Alice…ohhh, ohhh, ohhh I can’t stop it…ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh here it comes.’
Calmly Elise simply lifted up an empty tea-cup in time to collect what was oozing out. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in the lap of his woman’s slacks as his tears started to flow out.
The cuckolding, the locked chastity cage, the blow job to another male, his domestication, his feminization and the female hormones carrying a cute little puff of hair on his mound looking like any woman would have….it all boiled over ….Her hand came out to comfort him knowing she had successfully taken him past the breaking point.
There was no other way to say it…..Muffy was hers to do with as she wanted.
Alice saw it too she now knew her friend's old husband Thad was gone and Muffy would have an unobstructed path to the Lady Pond. The woman also realized what she needed to do with her husband Brad.
Elise slid the odd looking metal piece on the table before pushing it towards Alice.
“You ever heard of a chastity cage?”
Alice’s hand flew up behind her ear it came out as one word.
“A chastity cage…it locks on their little plaything. Why this isn’t the most popular tool a married woman owns I’ll never know.”
“Speaking for my own relationship it would seem to put an end to those chronic bouts of unsupervised wanking that occur when I’m not around.”
Bending down in sort of a hug Elise spoke to her budding t-gurl blubbering in her lap.
“There there my Muffy…..honey if you’re not careful your mascara is going to run…..oh poor baby….Lets have you stand…Alice would you do the honors?”
The lifeless and spent the penis slid easily back into hits cage as Alice locked the chastity piece before smiling. Reaching out she padded his pretty bottom.
“Everything is alright dear…you’ll learn one day…. big gurls don’t cry.”
End of part 3 ….