'It’s just a game.' by DLC’s alyssa
Elegant in its look expensive in its price the La Perla nightgown fell to mid-way between his knees and upper thigh. The rain battering the roof of their 2nd home was loud enough it woke the feminized lover up just before the dawn. Free of children the married couple called it a cabin yet it was much more than that in both square footage and living space appointment.
Deep in the northern woods the home had all the conveniences of a modern house. Rachel as he was now called slid out of bed trying not to disturb the woman that has changed his life for the better.
The 44 year old t-girl of a wife let his hands roam gently lower along her hips smoothing out the nightie as she moved down the stairs headed to the kitchen. Rachel did it so often these days he took it for granted passing the hall mirror to give a quick glance at his look. His hairstyle was a layered cut that highlighted the full volume as it made its way to his shoulders. So different in his feminine appearance one never could have imagined when they first were married Bill Horner wore it moderately short.
He’d come to enjoy the round fullness of his pretty butt combining with the HRT his bodies DNA dictated that each cheek with a thin layer of body-fat now gave off a separate movement of a slight jiggle on each footfall the t-girl took.
The coffee machine turned on in preparation Rachel bent slightly to look out the back window of the kitchen. Led by an 8 point buck he stood watch over the two fawns of the family of 4 deer nibbling at the low hanging fruit of the berry tree growing on the back edge of the yards manicured lawn. It took him back to his days as a kid watching the 3 stooges with Moe in the lead…”does the deer have any Doe?”…”yea” replied Curly “…about 3 bucks yuc-yuc-yuc.”
Lifting up the attractive pair of c-cup breasts gently swayed underneath the nightgown. The luscious pair crowned with areolas and nipples that often appeared to be begging to be played with pressed against the soft fabric.
‘It’s just a game’ were the words his spouse had used that Saturday morning the couple were searching for something to spice up their sex life with. His toe pointed out slipping into the pair of panties he had no idea at the time just how much things would change because of it.
The urge to use the powder room off from the kitchen overcame Rachel. Scurrying he lifted the nightgown twisting its edges he tied a quick knot on the side and lowered to sit on the toilet seat. Getting there just in time he could hear the tinkling of the urine coming through despite the impediment of the locked metal chastity cage.
For years he stood tall when ‘taking a piss’ as he called it back then. No longer the case a gentle patting with a collection of tissue was followed by another a few seconds later to collect lingering drops. He couldn’t accurately remember the last time he stood with both feet separated caring little if he hit the seat or not.
Turning on the small lamp resting on the stand that held a box of Kleenex next to it also had and an aroma candle in an attractive frosted glass container. The words ‘Siberian Fir’ on the front let one know the fragrance was a combination of oakmoss, fir needles and the healing powers of eucalyptus leaves.
No one but Rachel was there yet he gave a look out the doorway of the loo before deciding a quick dab of eyeliner and mascara would enhance his feminine appearance before his alpha spouse of a female dominant would come down expecting her breakfast ready.
His mind remembered just the night before when Marcia his woman slipped under the covers expecting some quick sex before closing her eyes to sleep. How many times back when he could be called a husband and not ‘her wife’ had he done the same?
A few minutes of foreplay had Rachel lifting his nightie enjoying the feeling of her breasts being briefly played with before Marcia moved between his legs preparing to mount. At the time he closed his eyes feeling the squirt of lube enter after the anal plug was pulled out. Much like any submissive feminine the feeling of the stiff phallus entering reminded him it was Rachel's duty as the wife to provide sexual relief for Marcia his dominant.
Truth was he enjoyed the sensations of being penetrated by the cock like piece of flexible latex. It could be expertly manipulated by the woman enough that he would have a few levels of climaxing.
Doing it missionary style Marcia’s muscled up arms easily held his hands pressed to the mattress as she pumped away. Like a little bird in its cage his small penis locked away in chastity rarely needed to be touched to allow him feminine feelings of sexual pleasure.
“Oh my baby likes it when I make love to her….yes she’s become such a good housewife…..my darling Rachel I do love you so.”
With more than enough estrogen flowing in him to produce them Rachel would be awash if feminine emotions on hearing the loving words. The sexual aggression on Marcia’s part was met with a gentleness on his. His lifted legs spread wide would glide down resting alongside her hips hoping the fucking would never end. Skilled at the use of a strap-on Marcia would coax the sweet sounds of a submissive being taken to come out.
“Eeewwww, eeewwww oh Marcia that feels so nice….ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh yes…..ohhhh, ohhhhh….please make me climax.”
Looking in the mirror Rachel blushed on thinking about the late night shagging he’d received before once more using the mascara wand to lift his eyelashes into a longer curl for his early morning look. A playful bite of his lower lip he held still while next running the lipstick across both lips.
He could hear Marcia stirring before he heard her speak yelling lightly down from the top of the stairs. Walking out to let the woman see his look he hoped she’d like Rachel listened.
“Hey babe put the sandwiches you made near my tackle box…thanks hon…I don’t want to forget them.”
The alpha female rolled up the sleeves of her red and black checkerboard flannel shirt as she spoke. Her tomboyish appearance gave her a rugged butch-lesbian look that had its appeal in a certain feminine way.
“That’s my girl, you’ve turned into such a good housewife….being domesticated really suits you quite well.”
Marcia had always been the outdoor type perhaps it was having been raised with older brothers on their parent’s large dairy farm that taught her to stick up for herself. She learned at an early age she too could have a muscled frame much like them. In high-school she had even bested a few males on the wrestling mat before acquiring a 4 year scholarship in diving.
Responding to orders from the woman had become a given for Rachel as he went to the kitchen his mind gave him an idea. The lunch box had the image of walleye lifting out of the water with a fishing line in its mouth. Unclasping the metal lock of sorts he opened it up to check the grouping of sandwiches.
Rachel took out a blank ‘thank you’ note card and wrote the word ‘enjoy’. Carefully he kissed it leaving behind a lipstick imprint of his colored lips below the word. Leaving the note inside he closed the clasp shut and left the metal lunch box any school child might use to bring to lunch by her tackle box and fishing gear.
45 minutes later the back door open he looked at the 3 other women waiting in the dodge Ram pick-up truck with extender. Marcia laid her tackle box and fishing rods in the open flat bed in back. Walking back towards the kitchen door she turned her head to speak to the driver Sally.
“Be right there just want to kiss my wife good-bye.”
Rachel clutched at it pulling the open neckline of his nightie closed with his fingers. Marcia’s arm held him in a brief hug letting her one hand cop a feel of his butt cheek through the nightie.
“Baby you have a great ass…be back later this afternoon…hopefully with dinner from a big catch.”
The former husband smiled it wasn’t a bad life he was living in fact he had grown to enjoy it. Rachel had just taken awhile to adjust to the truth that a male can be made to welcome female hormones and adopt as many women had in the past to the role of a domesticated housewife under the direction of an alpha spouse.
“Yes Maam thank you for the compliment…I’ve learned you rarely disappoint so I’ll clean some fresh vegetables as though they were from our summer garden and have them ready for dinner.”
“Hey sweetie give us a little tease.”
Sally’s voice shouting out from the truck window was enough for both Marcia and Rachel to turn and look.
Giving a brief look at her Domina smiling Rachel lifted the nightie off and shook his naked pair of c-cup boobies.
By the afternoon Rachel had the house looking spotless. Washing the fresh picked green beans, cherry-tomatoes and basil Marcia’s wife lifted one basil leaf up to take in the scent of the herb. Just then the I-phone’s alerts chirped out on every text pic sent. 6 different pictures showed an image of a few of Marcia’s fish she’d caught.
It was enough that Rachel thought it best to take his warm bath he had planned on. Lounging in the water, an aroma candle filling the air with its fragrance his mind drifted back to that day. It seemingly all began with Marcia saying the simple yet challenging words ‘it’s just a game’.
A city slicker of a male the 35 year old had met Marcia at a rooftop industry cocktail party after work one evening. The two seemed mismatched with her having been brought up on a dairy farm from the North country and Bill born and raised in the larger metropolis of a city near the southern border of the state.
At 5’ 11” there was something about her larger size than his 5’ 8” that turned him on. The moment she shook his hand being introduced he could feel her strength.
Far from being an unsophisticated rural ’hick’ Marcia had a talent for creating algorithms used in grey and black box institutional bank computer trading.
The decade together being married had a shift in the category of who was top breadwinner. Like selling buggy whips for horse drawn carriages the printing industry he’d once done so well in experienced a deep profit margin rupture as the ten-year stretch was nearing an end.
Now driving up to the north he wondered if he would still be employed for much longer.
T.S. Eliot using a type of poetic foot made up of an unstressed and stressed syllables declared it so in near perfect iambic meter …’April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire…’.
For Bill and Marcia April was only cruel for one reason the days of inclement weather were still present. The long ride up to their cabin on Friday made them aware a heavy snow was coming the last 20 miles had them slowing down to under 30 mph to be on the safe side. They spent Friday evening getting the cabin ready for the long weekend.
Suffering from ED had become an issue for Bill it was enough that Marci decided it best to dissolve the Cialis tab into his tea that Saturday morning. When a male can’t consistently perform as he had showed once again in bed Friday night it continues to lower his self-esteem. Bill’s had been plummeting for months what with the fear of losing his job and the angst of being asked to have sex knowing he couldn’t get hard.
Pretending she was asleep Marcia heard him masturbating just an hour before earlier in bed. By her way of thinking taking a shower together would allow the 'Cialis' to kick in and have the woman continue asserting herself as she had been for months since his selling of printing products was in jeopardy.
Out of the shower she playfully put the towel turban style on his longish hair like she did with hers. The two naked but for the 3” mules Marcia wore she led him by the hand to the bedroom saying ‘I have an idea to spice things up’.
Marcia had made sure to pick a size that would fit him when she bought the new pair of panties hoping to use the other items she’d kept hidden as well.
Laid out on the bed he saw two pairs of panties one pretty as the next. A Beethoven sonata on in the back ground she held the panties waistband open.
“It’s just a game.”
Without adding more words Marcia watched as he stepped into his first pair of women's underwear. Towering over him in her heels Marcia stood behind and gave a tug to adjust the pantywaist as they looked into the mirror.
“Oh baby….look at that....someone special likes being put in ‘her’ panties.”
His penis swelled while lifting to hardness. Pressing her back letting her milky breasts touch his skin she hugged him.
“Marcia…they feel so smooooth…they feel sooooo soft.”
“Hold still honey, we’re going to explore this more deeply.”
Among other male friends one won’t admit yet most males are afraid of femininity. In some ways it’s like a forbidden fruit yet nearly always a male reacts like he has been given kryptonite paralyzing him from showing any aggression or assertiveness on his part.
Capitalizing on him being stunned her hand came around picking up the tube of lipstick she slathered it on evenly letting the dark red color set in. Using her thumbs she cleaned up the edge of his lips on both sides. Moments later she lifted them and use the thumbs to smudge out the lippy acting as a rouge to color his cheeks. The pair of clip-on earrings at the ready on her dresser Marcia soon had them dangling down affixed to his ears just under the cotton of the towel turban covering his hair.
“Turn this way…be a good girl and hold still.”
Pre-cum eased out darkening the panty’s fabric. Her mouth neared his ear.
“That is so fucking sexy darling. First close your eyelids and keep them closed.”
A quick as a hiccup 4 minutes later his face had been given a swift feminine makeover appearance. Looking in the mirror once more his hand drifted lower to rub his hard cock.
Marcia slapped it away.
“Don’t you do that from now on you touch only when I say so…is that clear?”
Another band of precum slipped out hearing her command.
“Marcia won’t do either I want a title put in front of it…call me Domina Marcia.”
“Yes Marcia…I mean Maam….I mean yes Domina Marcia.”
"As for you your old name…that too doesn’t seem right….no …let me see….yes I think I’ll call you Rachel…I think it’s a pretty name…for a girl that is…”
This time her hand palmed out and pressed against his hard-on. Drifting her mouth lower she kissed him.
“Let me hear you….your name ….say it.”
It was a moment of truth and they both were aware of it.
If he said Rachel would it still be ‘just a game’? Or would it be more primal…more sexual in nature….could it open a pandora’s box leading him to dip his toe in the world of the feminine…maybe even further….or would it be even more powerful like releasing a genie from her bottle granting the wishes of his domina to wade him deeper into the Lady pond.
Her eyes held his waiting for him to blink and concede wanting him to show he had a repressed submissive side waiting to be nurtured.
Marcia didn’t rush him…not wanting to break the spell she’d put him in her hand gently caressed his skin coaxing his response out.
“My name is Rachel.”
Marcia reacted immediately catching him off guard.
“Would my lovely Rachel like to have her nails done?
Bill didn’t expect it yet replied softly
The woman must have taken a dozen quick selfies of the two now floating in cyber space how long would it be before they made their way to the internet….was it just a matter of time?’
Marcia guided him down to his knees he looked over to see the other pair of 3” mules holding a band of pink ruffles along the top. Shaking the bottle of nail polish she spread her legs.
“Pussy worship time…..lay your hands on my thighs while you lick and I varnish."
Beautiful to look at his eyes glossed over as he stared at the open lips of her vulva. ‘A-ooog-aaaaahhh dive dive'…his lips pressed against her vagina.
Taking her time 40 minutes and two orgasms later he had his nails shaped and color red and his lips glistening with pussy juice. Marcia wanted a third one she lifted up jutting out her hips like a gypsy belly dancer she rotated them quickly letting her feminine treasure grind along his mouth.
Feeling superior the woman made a space for him to sit between her legs a quick bend down and the 3” girly-girl mules were in front of him.
“Slip into them Rachel….We’ll do you toes later….after we shower and make you smooth all over.”
Bill’s panties were soaking with more precum anticipating coming he spread his legs. Marcia pointed her toes hooking them inside his ankles she gradually kept spreading his legs wider.
“Look at how wet you are Rachel.”
“Please domina…please make me come.”
“Yes sure….but I’ll show you a trick…you’ll climax watch…”
As her hands touched his chest she started playing with it like he had breasts. Kissing his neck and caressing she caught him splaying his fingers to look at the colorful polish….a tilt by with his head he gave off his first truly girlish smile.
Marci kept kissing his skin in between moments of her feminine chatter.
“Yes baby were going to have a very interesting weekend all snowed in….nobody around but us….so free to explore…sensations and feelings…you’re going to like having smooth hairless legs…and maybe I’ll give you a smooth soft body all over….why you’ll even take to wearing your bra…”
A look of panic briefly showed on his face. Seconds later she reached back and pulled the lace strapless bra out from under the pillow.
Bringing it forward she cooed out.
“Yes they can feel so sexy to wear going about your day…”
Padded out the strapless bra was moved in front of him only to have him watch Marcia put it on him.
She yanked off the towel turban certain his hair was dry yet wild….her fingers spiked in creating some volume and style to it while he stared at himself in the mirror wearing the bra and makeup.
"Rachel baby wearing heels means you can arch your foot…it’ll make your climax feel even better. His back fell against her relishing the feel of her luscious d-cup boobs pointing his toe he arched back sticking out the padded strapless bra.
That was it.
Without his stiff penis not being touched once he started to cream out wetting the lace thong with band after band of warm jizz.
“Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhhh…my panties….ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh “
Marcia guided the two of them back a touch his hands fell to his thighs still amazed at how pretty they looked with deep red varnish on his nails.
“Yes they are your panties Rachel…the whole weekend you’ll be kept in them…and other things too….”
Marcia slipped two fingers in collecting some of the cream that had puddled in the panties. Lifting her hand she watched as he licked the hot cream off her fingers. Pleased at witnessing the submissiveness of it she brought out more.
“Leave two of your fingers in your mouth…that’ll look sexy in a girl kind of way…let’s turn and wave at the I-phone camera that’s videoing this.”
The whole thing had been captured by her I-phone making her Rachel feel vulnerable.
End of part 1...