Katy drove home from Club Pixie thinking about what she saw she couldn’t help yet feel she had gotten it wrong all the past years she had remained a submissive housewife. Now a fervent feminist with her successful career on tract she remembered what the woman had said.
Moira had turned to her as she spoke.
“Remember Katy if you can dream it you can live it…no reason yours can’t be transformed too…it starts with just one little pill for him and unwavering determination on your part.”
It was the strongest dream she had had in years filled with detail Katy pictured what it would be like to tame and train and break her husband.
Almost a year to the day she had met Moira and Jessica dominant and assertive it was clear Katy had become a different woman to anyone that knew her. No longer to be trifled with she could be both enchanting and off-putting at the same time.
Katy slinked her way down his body dipping her head under his leg she was poised to lick his stick like it was a lollypop. Her hands slowly spread his legs wider as her tongue danced along the sensitive inner-thighs. Her husband James looked so passive lying there as though drained of any former male aggression.
It was one of the many gifts of estrogen.
There had been a time when their roles were reversed when it was her as the one who fulfilled the part of the docile wife. Shaking his head James could feel the long hair move briefly to the side before returning to how it had been seconds before.
At times he had almost seemed abusive yelling at her for this or that he would take out his anger by aggressively fucking her aware there likely would be little complaint.
Katy counted the months off like the hands on a clock. 2, 3, then 4 months went by…He could have said something or maybe even asked. Yet he didn’t every morning she made the smoothie drinks laden with female hormones watching as he drank them down.
7, 8, then 9 months had passed the march of time was taking its toll. At 10 months staring at the floor mirror he could swear he saw a hint of a bosom but dismissed it knowing the housework needed to be started.
He held the position at the company for 14 years let go he never imagined he’d be sacked so unceremoniously a few months before. Try as he might he couldn’t find a job anywhere in his field. Katy demanded he take on the duties of keeping the home clean. She was too busy making a name for herself at a real estate company she planned on taking over one day.
The clock struck 11 months then 12 with the woman ready to rightfully claim her spot as the loving yet dominating female authority figure in their relationship. Her tongue slid along lightly teasing the shaft to hardness. To think that the thighs and legs along the rest of the male body use to have hair on them seemed so foreign now.
Her hands slowly pushed his thighs open wider as his boner stood out. What kind of husband or man was he that he had no hair on his balls not to mention he was about to be mounted like a woman.
It happened with one fluid motion lifting up Katy slid forward on top as her vagina captured his penis. The joy of being inside feeling the inner warmness brought out a muffled weep of a girlish whimper.
Not from Katy but from her husband discovering 12 months of estrogen brings many changes with its impact.
He thought it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was the one who was supposed to be on top. The man was the one that should be dominant the woman was the one that should submit. Seeing her muscled up arms press in to the mattress as she humped him only made him realize his own arms had become so thin so weak unable to resist her physicality.
Taking the smoothie mixes he could have asked yet he didn’t. He didn’t know that female hormone replacement therapy most often had t-blockers exchanging male musculature for feminine beauty. Testosterone driven masculine strength gave way for feminine prettiness at the price of weakness.
Yet part of him like giving in now. A sex or couple’s therapist would call it ‘a gentle yielding nature’ showing itself. He knew he shouldn’t if he moved them like that it would be like finally admitting he was the submissive one between them.
His legs lifted off the mattress with his woman driving the action.
“Baby that feels good…they’re sooo smooth…just wrap them around my hips…yes very nice.”
S.E.X.…some call it synergistic energy exchange but between a married couple while love as its place it’s all about control…all about who dominates and who submits.
The hands of the cellular clock had made its way all around over the months by the time it struck 12 they had started to blossom. As her body moved his slightly behind the caboose to her steam engine the pair of twins delightfully jiggled.
At first there had been a couple of bumps under the breast ducts then he noticed his areolas began to expand. His nipples too took on length not usually seen unless on a feminine body. A roundness developed bringing with a heightened feeling of sensitivity.
Could it really be?….was he truly producing ‘milk’ inside. If such was the case then that meant he could lactate. It also meant he would have a lovely contour taking shape…protruding outward…showing themselves off… a look that came with a wiggle…before returning to the previous form….defining the appearance many a woman takes for granted.
Like a lioness on the Serengeti ecosystem lolling under the shade of a Juniper tree Katy was ready to pounce. They simply were too attractive not to. The nipples lifting high pouted out begging to be kissed and played with. It seemed to happen in slow motion the woman lowered her mouth taking in the sexy looking body part.
A slurpy tug here a playful bite there flicking her tongue at the nub his mouth held open in the hope she wouldn’t stop. Filling out his own lips had developed a pouty plumpness. If things continued on like they were he would have what some would call ‘cock-sucker’ lips.
Often times it’s the way of a submissive feminine being….’take my body, pleasure my body….make me feel at one with you’. How many housewives had felt the same way?
His legs riding the outside of her hips he could feel himself crossing over moving into that place that says ‘please make me get wet…please help me to climax…please take me I’m yours’.
The longer he thought about it the more he realized if they kept growing he would need to wear a bra every day. Could he really be called a husband once that happened?
A few months back when the clock was at 9 months she playfully put him in his first pair of panties. Albeit they were ‘granny-panties’ yet none the less woman’s underwear. Offering no complaint he watched over the two week period as all his own underwear was replaced with even prettier styles of panties. The camisole tops came next their brushed cotton felt so nice on his softening skin.
It came out gentle his voice started to coo.
“Darling yes…that’s it…..express your feelings….it’s so much better living from your emotions.”
Both her hands scooped up his breasts her back more erect possessing the dexterity of a physically fit woman Katy easily kept up the fucking motion rotating her hips keeping the captured penis inside the warm wetness.
“These are gorgeous …Honey I’m afraid we’re just going to have to take you in for a bra fitting one of these days….I’ll tell you right now I’ll only want you in the finest lingerie … something pretty….something with lots of frills and ribbons and bows….you’ll discover there is always magic in a fitting room….perhaps it’s time to call mother.”
The thought ran through his mind…he wanted it too…the gentle pleasure that comes from being in intimate wear. The subtle joy of being pampered by a saleswoman or two as one slips in and out of delightfully feminine lingerie.
“You don’t miss it do you?...having to work outside our home…as your woman takes over the duties of being the breadwinner…..Honey these nipples of yours are such a turn on…..here I’ll rub mine against yours….look at how firm both sets are.”
Katy ran her breasts back and forth mashing hers against his as her husband arched his back. Her mouth moved close to his ear so she could whisper.
“You didn’t answer me…tell me you enjoy being the domesticated one…”
“Oh Katy I feel so different than before…yes, yes I like being the one that cleans our home.”
“I thought so…sweetie your little love stick feels so excited…you do know you’ve just admitted to liking what a housewife does…answer me …say Yes Mistress Katy…I do like doing the things a wife does.”
He looked at the woman as the fucking continued it was a blatant power grab on her part. If he addressed her as Mistress Katy it would be a clear admission that she was the one in charge and he her submissive spouse. Still in all something inside him made him feel excited to have a dominant woman he’d address as Mistress.
“Yes Mistress Katy…I do like doing those things.”
She asserted her authority.
“Define it better…I said wife….doing what a wife does….now say it …admit it.”
He thought about those times she’d be at the kitchen sink. In a manly way he’d come up from behind and slip his hand under her skirt. He played with her ass pushing his fingers past the little protection her panties provided. Sometimes he’d tell Katy he was going to fuck her right there. Other times he snapped her bra straps like he was an immature boy in high-school.
“Yes Mistress Katy I like doing the things a wife does.”
As only a woman can do she gently slinked her body rubbing it up against his. It felt so warm still being in her vagina.
“Very nice…oh baby you’re going to make for a lovely wife…I can see you now doing your makeup in the mornings…picking out your bra and pantie sets….styling this lovely hair of yours…I think a wife should have long and pretty hair…I think I’ll have you tattooed…put my mark on you to remind you…maybe some nice flowers along your lower back.”
Her hands took his by the wrists pushing them into the mattress as she lifted up still fucking him. She caught him staring at her breasts as they swayed.
“You’re going to need a new name…I mean who ever heard of a wife named James…yes something nice …something feminine…I like Tara…..say my name Tara mistress.”
Would he say it?…would he willingly choose to take on a feminine name?
“My name is Tara…mistress Katy.”
“See how nicely that flows out…I’ll have your middle name the same as my mother’s…..Anne…Tara Anne Stewart….so ironic wouldn’t you say since you and your mother in law never got along very well…she’ll be here tomorrow to watch over you the next few weeks or so while I’m gone away on businiess….we’re going to have a busy year these next 12 months…lots of changes ahead for you Tara.”
“But that’s your last name.”
“Yes it is…I think a wife should take the name of her dominant spouse…we’ll have it changed on all out legal documents…why we should have ceremony later next year…renew our wedding vows….only this time I’ll wear the pants and you’ll be the one in a wedding gown.”
He didn’t have to wait to be told…he knew she wanted to hear it. Katy squeezed her pelvic muscles on hearing it.
“My name is Tara Anne Stewart…I am my mistress Katy’s housewife.”
The full implication hit him he would hence forth be looked on as her wife complete with a name that matched his matrimonial duties as a domesticated spouse.
Trying to catch his breath a few minutes after letting out his discharge ‘Tara’ looked at her hoping to be kissed. Instead firm yet not too hard she slapped his face one time.
“Don’t call it coming…next time say I’m climaxing…that’s what us women say.”
The front door opened ready to head to the out of town conference Katy stared at her husband Tara. She put him in a pair of her leggings and an oversized t-shirt with the image of Gloria Steinem raising her fist on it. The nipples of his small breasts turned firm pressing against the fabric.
“Now mother will be here for 3 weeks while I’m gone. I’ll be at the conference for the 1st week than I have clients and investors to meet the following two weeks. I only want to hear good reports about you understood?”
It was more statement than question.
Just then they could hear the car pull up in the driveway. Striding up the walkway feeling like a triumphant Julius Caesar conquering Gaul his mother-in-law Anne Stewart breezed by Tara to kiss the cheek of her daughter Katy. Whispering in her daughters ear she smiled while saying it.
“I always told you he wasn’t much of a man….Tara huh? I like it…now we’ll see what kind of housewife he makes. You go on your business trip and leave everything to me.”
Katy’s mother Anne looked at Tara.
“Give your Domina a kiss…wish her success on her trip….since you’ve lost your job count your blessings that she has taken over the role of breadwinner …let’s remember she is the one making the money now….then go and bring in my luggage, use the handle with wheels…it’s time you learn to be careful with your nails…you don’t want to chip or break any.”
The text let Anne know her daughter was on the airplane ready for take-off.
James always had difficulty getting along with his mother-in-law. The fact is she thought her Katy had married below her station. He washed the breakfast dishes as Anne went over checking the print out of the weekly cleaning schedule she’d made as she sipped coffee sitting at the table.
“Hmmm Tuesdays…sweep and mop, straighten shelves, clean under the couches, vacuum furniture, dust blinds and wash windows…alright now Wednesdays.’.
The woman looked at him as she let a magnet hold the cleaning list on the side of the refrigerator.
“Take off your top and leggings Tara….I want to see what I have to work with.”
The pair of shoes at her side the woman got a certain thrill at barking out the order. The question was would he obey or resist being told what to do. The answer came as she watched him move.
James slowly lowered the ankle-length leggings letting his thong be put on display. As he turned his hair in a ponytail swayed lightly hitting his shoulder. Lifting off his t-shirt of a top he could feel the tell-tale jiggling of his chest.
Anne held her reaction inside as best she could…’oh my…they’re developing…my Katy’s husband has breasts’.
Anne lifted the pair of high heels up from the floor using just two fingers to hold them. A wry smile on her face she held them out for Tara to put on.
“Top off my coffee dear…I will say many a spouse finds seeing their wife in just panties and heels a turn on early in the morning.”
He could feel his dick firming up behind the panties as he slipped the high heels on. Together the two watched as it filled out along the length of the lacy thong. Anne let her hand run across the material seeing a small droplet of precum staining the fabric.
“Ohhhh…that feels nice Ms. Anne.”
“Hmmm damp panties…so feminine….I’m sure it does…enjoy it for now later we’ll have it locked away as it should be.”
In the bathroom Tara gave a tug to his wrists with both secured to the shower curtain rail he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
Smiling as she did it Anne ran the portable epilator move back and forth over his mound.
“Ma’am that feels warm.”
“Yes sweetie…just think it eliminates the hair follicles…pretty in its appearance from now on you’ll always have a smooth hairless mound.”
The full implication hit him James would never have a mass of unkempt pubic hair like most other males. It was another step closer to living a life in the Lady pond.
Anne let her hand slowly slip across the smoothness heightening his feeling. His penis grew stiff as Tara looked at his mother-in-law Anne.
“It’s the world of the feminine Tara…so much of it is about the combination of emotions and the tactile feel of sensations often dismissed by males…I wonder what they would say if you went to the men’s locker room looking how you do….do you think they’d treat you like one of the guys?”
She cupped his balls and gently stroked his penis touching it as lightly as she could.
“I want you to remember what it was like when this was free an unencumbered ….when you could spurt out any time you wanted absent guilt and remorse.”
Tara could feel himself getting close to creaming when suddenly she stopped. Coolly and calmly she picked up a damp wash cloth running it around his ball-sac. Together they watched his hard-on retreat to softness.
Disappointed he held still while Anne slid the chastity cage in place. A look of befuddlement on his face it dawned on him he had just lost control of his dick. He started to squirm bringing a bemused look to Anne’s face.
“Yes what is it honey.”
“Ma’am I need to pee….I’m mean like right now.”
Untied he tried to stand and urinate yet realized it would cause a mess mostly on himself. Seconds later sitting on the toilet seat Tara looked up at the woman as she spoke.
“Welcome to our world sweetie…now let’s talk about nighties…my talented daughter being the breadwinner I think your woman would like to see her submissive in something that has a hint of allurement when she comes to bed.”
He was so nervous his first time out dressed 'enfemme' Tara quickly scampered to the car as best he could wearing the shoes with cork heels. At 2" in height they were just high enough not to be seen as masculine.
Inside the salon he thought they were both going to get their nails done. Katy’s mother directed him to sit on one side of the small table. Seeing her walk away from it he figured she was going to the Ladies room as he looked at Jasmine the owner of the salon.
“I like that top sweetie…is that Donna Karen?…ok now pay attention…”
“Excuse me Ma’am …I don’t see Ms. Anne.”
“No Honey you shouldn’t your mother-in-law has things to do today…she’ll come by and pick you up after your shift.”
“Yes your shift…you’re starting out as a nail girl…everyone does…once you pick that up then I’ll move you to the wash-basin so you can learn how to properly wash and dry hair…after that comes styling but that’s a few months away I suspect.”
“You mean I’m working here ma’am?
“Don’t worry …you’ll fit right in …were a LGBTQ friendly establishment…so we have no discrimination against t-girls.”
Out of the cocoon of their home Tara now realized his mother in law Anne had gotten him a job at the beauty salon.
End of part 2 …