Sally and her husband stared at the floor length mirror in the bathroom.
“Jeez Sally this thing kind of tugs on my pubes.”
“Stop fidgeting Phil.”
The chance to have an equity stake in a company was too good to pass up for the woman. It would checkmate her husband flip-flopping the power in the marriage if things went according to Evelyn and Sally’s plan. It was one of the reasons Sally made sure production wouldn’t start until the 3 month time window passed.
As often the case when estrogen starts impacting the endocrine network he’d taken on a much more docile frame of mind the past few months. True to her word Sally had effortlessly put her husband Phil on the smoothie mixes laden with female hormones. The way she figured it he had a chance to know what was in them yet hadn’t taken it.
Evelyn had told her quite often once a man has tasted the smoothies they find the effect quite appealing. Being put in the ‘Rose of Thorns’ chastity cage helped adding to his developing sense of submissiveness.
“Honey keep quiet… that last one was too big…this chastity cage is a better fit and the one we’ll use for the commercial shoot…now just hold still.”
Kept smooth and near hairless a few months in Sally saw his chest taking on the new softer look. Her efforts at indoctrinating Phil as her submissive had begun the morning after the dinner meet.
Using ‘neuro-linguistic program tactics the women had set herself up as the loving female authority figure. Over time the way she spoke began to slowly breakdown the use of his own critical thinking abilities when it was just the two of them.
As the indoctrination to a female led relationship continued he gradually began losing his grip on who he thought he had always been in the marriage.
Progressing steadily Sally saw she was creating a ‘new’ self for him that was much more compliant and obedient to her. Locked in a chastity cage along with the effect of the female hormones reinforced the indoctrination of her dominance allowing Sally to alter his understanding. What was next was challenging his formerly assigned gender role.
Blurring the boundaries in the marriage Phil soon adopted to being the one to do the domestic work around the home. Constantly repeating his new behavior time and again only served to further reinforced Sally’s authority over him into what most considered ‘women’s work’ that house cleaning can be.
The new cage in place his woman looked at Phil
“Darling you’ll be in a commercial…won’t it be exciting?”
On the phone the next morning Sally listened as Evelyn went over the facts she’d sent for the pre-production details.
“So I’m now part owner …I haven’t forgot about you Sally let’s figure out a way your husband’s percentage becomes yours. What I’d like to see is you to run the firm owning 47%….so we’ll start filming on Thursday…say how has your Phil been adjusting to the estrogen?”
“I understand we’ll let it play out just as you want…as for my Phil he’s becoming gentle as a box full of kittens just like you said he would Evelyn.”
“I take it once he started wearing the ‘Rose of Thorns’ chastity cage not to mention the female hormones he’s taken to being quite obedient to you Sally.”
“Yes Evelyn…even his partner Sean has noticed…you’ll see Phil…watch when we do the commercial. I’ve written my own script…I’ll have fun being the one to show him off wearing it on camera.”
Sitting in his office somewhat resigned Sean looked at the statement to let him know the outstanding bills had been paid and Evelyn was now a partner with 33% stake in the firm.
“We really didn’t have any choice Phil….the interest on the debt alone was expensive.”
“So what is the breakdown of the shares Sean?”
"Evelyn has 33% of the company…then there is the 20% spread among the silent angel investors that leaves me with 30% and you with 17%.... Look at it this way you’re still a junior partner.”
“So technically Sean Evelyn has the most but together we have…what are they B-class shares or are they A rated…oh this stock stuff gets me so confused….lately I’m getting so spacie.”
“For now yes Phil…Evelyn has the most…..you’ve thinned out a lot these last few months….you ready for the Ad shoot tomorrow?”
Sean’s business partner’s smile seemed almost effeminate. The way he sounded when he spoke softly helped to affirm it.
“Uh huh…my Sally is looking forward to doing it also. She wrote the script.”
“Truth is Phil since she has gotten involved in the firm Sally has come up with some good ideas that are out of the box.”
Looking at Phil as he walked out of the office Sean couldn’t remember him being so gentle and subdued. He had no idea it was more from the estrogen coursing through his veins along with the effect of being chastised then the stock shift.
Sean looked at his watch reminding himself to call the man that was grooming him. Tucker Johnson had a way of bringing new subs into the fold. It was part of the process ever since the night at the bar the hyper-masculine Tucker developed a dialogue between him and Sean knowing it would build a relationship that he would leverage.
Her legs crossed at the knees Sally looked at the camera. Behind her on the made-up set his full body shot somewhat obscured Phil looked like he was drying dishes as she sat on a stool at the island counter.
The director silently pointed at her to start. Sally smiled as she let the nail file slide through back and forth on the edge of her finger-nail.
“Would you like peace and calm to reign supreme in your home….I know I do.”
Putting the nail file down she spoke directly at the camera.
“Honey are you almost done drying those dishes?”
His hands adjusting the hem of the apron with a baby-blue checkerboard pattern as he turned Phil just smiled and nodded his head.
“Holding my key to his “Rose of Thorns’ chastity cage that is exactly what I have now…it’s called being a loving female authority figure in a female led relationship.”
The set director silently motioned for Phil to stand next to her. As he padded over to her in his bare feet one could see he only had the gingham patterned apron and some underwear on.
“Sweetie time to check your chastity cage.”
He turned letting Sally undo the bow in the back of the ‘little too frilly for a male' apron as she slipped it off. Tilting his head his fingers ran through the lengthening hair.
The woman looked at her husband as Phil blushed wearing the high-waisted panties. Smiling she lowered the lace trimmed panties to his knees. The coffee cup in one hand her other looked to be cupping his balls.
It came out as more statement than question as the screen zoomed in a few seconds after Sally said it
“I haven’t done a lick of housework since I put him in the Rose of Thorns chastity cage and locked it…it's made with a specially designed base that discourages unauthorized removal.”
Sally held up the extra round metal display piece to show it had sharp points all along the base of it.
“See these here…intended to discourage any attempts...the wearer quickly learns it’s best not to even try and take it off….and remember you hold the key….…on top there is a lovely rose piece in the same metal.”
Sally lifted the pendent necklace to show off the fact she was the key-holder. Looking directly into the camera she smiled as she said it.
“Aren’t those cute…the rose colored panties were my idea…..call or logon now and we’ll throw in this attractive woman’s pendent necklace meant to hold the key between the safety of your bosom.“
Sally stood up and slid the stainless-steel piece around his neck snapping it into place.
“…it comes along with a bonus necklace for your chastity pet.”
Most into that kind of thing wouldn’t call it a necklace but rather a BDSM slave collar.
The set director put her finger up to her lips reminding the 2 real life ‘actors’ to remain silent as she counted down 5 seconds.
“Cut…cut…that’s a wrap …we got the take we need…..Very good Sally you’re a natural.”
The mostly female production crew started breaking down the set preparing for the new one. A few chuckled at seeing Phil in panties as hairless as he was the cool air made his nipples harden on the developing breasts that were puffing out.
Sally strutted over towards Sean and Evelyn as Phil trailed behind her holding the wrap-around frilly apron. In just the panties he seemed out of place with the others in their business look of suits and dress shoes.
“Honey I don’t see where my pants and shirt are?...Sally do you know where…”
Giving Phil a stern look silencing him Sally took the apron and turned back to the discussion. Staying quiet he tried to act like he was involved. His woman stopped frowning and instead smiled at him as she put her arms around her husband.
“Shhhh baby don’t talk…this is important….remember to address me properly in front of the others.”
His near nakedness feeling awkward in just the panties Phil accepted the hug as he replied
“Yes Ms. Sally.”
Evelyn was the first to look staring him up and down she let both hands move as her fingers tugged his panties more into place. The woman finished by each index finger slipping inside running around the 2” band of lace trim giving a final adjustment without saying a word.
His eyes lifted pulled in by her hypnotic gaze he looked at Evelyn seeking a sign of her approval. The two women seemed so powerful conveying the feeling it was his task to please both her and Sally.
Sean watched wanting to comment his eyes stared at the business partner sending the silent message ‘act like a man would you’.
Running herd over the group Evelyn heard the set director yell out ‘We’re ready Ms. Evelyn’.
Turning to Phil she spoke.
“OK you ready to do this. Remember this one isn’t going to be on regular television…we will be using it on digital media outlets…Fetlife alone has 10 million users…that’s a lot of friggin chastity cages and products.”
A slight hesitation suit jacket off he nodded his head and began to undo his tie before taking off his shirt and slacks and shoes.
The voice gruff and loud Tucker Johnson the BDSM master Sean had been interacting with hitched up his pants proud to be showing off his barrel-chest with deeply matted hair over near every inch of it on his muscled frame. The well-trimmed beard wrapped around his face concealing the slight chubbiness of it.
“I’m ready for my close-up Mr. DeMille.”
Everyone laughed at the classic line from the 50’s noir movie ‘Sunset Boulevard.’
The set had been made to look like a locker room in a male-exclusive gym. Master Tucker stood at the locker combing his hair when Sean came in view of the camera with a towel around his trim waist.
A display of obedience he took it off to stand naked in front of the man that had been grooming him the past few months. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the muscled-up man speaking wearing just his leather pants. The two had interacted over the phone yet hadn’t seen each other since the night in the ‘drag queen’ bar. Still and all Sean felt a connection to the man.
“Very good…I see you shaved like you were told to.”
“Yes Sir….from my upper thighs to my stomach…clean as a whistle.”
The way he said boy made the 39 year old Sean cringe while feeling submissive.
“Here boy I’ll put on your new chastity cage….it’s from 'the Rose of Thorns' manly collection…the finest chastity cage on the market.”
Off screen Evelyn whispered to Sally as Phil held still between the two women.
“Where did he find him…I must say he’s perfect …just what we were looking for.”
Phil was about to weigh in but Evelyn slid him over so he was in front of her as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.
“Shhhh honey let your woman tell me.”
Evelyn let the softness of her blouse and breasts rub along his naked skin. Squeezing the muscles in her arms she gave Phil a dose of her strength while her hug warmed his skin.
Sally leaned in.
“He told me he met Tucker in some bar.”
Sally let her hand slide some of her husband’s lengthening hair behind his ear before standing back a touch.
This time it was Evelyn that quietly whispered in Phil’s ear as she ran her hands comfortingly up and down his thin arms.
“Baby your skin feels so soft…”
He could feel an estrogen rush suddenly run through him. Pulling his shoulders in he slid back even more against the woman’s body.
“…You must be using coconut oil and skin softening lotion….only a woman’s body feels so soft…..it feels nice being smooth and hairless doesn’t it sweetie?”
Nodding his head he couldn’t help but agree.
Her hand ran down to briefly touch his thigh before gliding across the panties covering his mound.
“Shhhh let’s listen and see if Sean follows the script.”
Sally smiled and kissed her husband’s cheek as Evelyn looked on holding Phil in her grasp.
“Sally you know your baby looks so nice in these panties I’ll have to send along a few things from ‘The Poetry of Femininity’ collection.”
The set director gave the 3 a menacing stare before looking at the action being filmed.
“Ooops…quiet everyone…here let me tug these panties of yours up….such a pretty butt.”
Phil could feel it….his penis started to get hard inside the chastity cage when Evelyn ran her hand gently along his bottom.
In a booming voice Tucker spoke at Sean as he held the round base towards the camera.
“See these sharp metal points boy…these will keep you inline until released. Now sit on this stool while I secure it on my male pet.”
Sean carefully watched mindful of the sharp metal points as he felt his balls being pulled through the opening. Half flaccid his penis slid into the companion piece as Tucker locked the cage in place. A feeling of dependency fell over Sean when he suddenly realized he’d lost control of his cock.
Holding the key up for the camera Tucker spoke.
“No fuss...no muss...It has an easy to use self-contained locking mechanism.”
He slid the key on to his keychain that had a selection of keys numbering in the 20's with a wide assortment of types. Standing tall he slid his arm on the pair of shoulders as Sean moved his around the man’s waist. His final look Tucker stared into the camera’s eye.
“You may not be a BDSM Master like I am yet you’ll find this is a handy tool to keep your submissive in line…as an added bonus if you call in or log-on we’ll send you this attractive slave collar as a gift.”
Silently the man slid the piece onto Sean’s neck snapping it in place before looking convincingly once more at the camera.
The director yelled out
“Cut...very good fellows…all set….you must have a lot of practice with those things Tucker we got that in the first take.”
Sean looked at Tucker as he leaned down to speak.
“The key stays with me…plan on coming out with us tonight.”
10, 20 30 seconds went by before Sean nodded his head finishing with a quiet voice.
Sally looked at Evelyn hoping she was pleased at the day’s events. The woman spoke.
“This calls for a little celebration…come the three of us will go out.”
Sally slipped the apron on her husband the fullness of it as it wrapped around made it appear almost like he was in a gingham pattern dress. Giving him a quick fanny-spank picking up her outer-wear coat she slipped it on him leaving it unbuttoned. Together the two women kissed each cheek leaving behind a lipstick imprint.
Spotting it Sally stood in front staring at Phil. She ran her thumb along spreading the color out as though he had put some blush on his cheek-line. Her single finger lifted his chin a kiss to his lips left more glimmer behind.
“I am ‘very’ pleased with you honey….you did well today.”
3 months into his training he felt a surge of pride at pleasing his dominant woman. The feeling was soon followed by an estrogen rush. It wasn’t until they rode the elevator down that he realized he wasn’t wearing any shoes.
“Evelyn might you have some hair gel?”
The woman opened her purse and handed the small tube to Sally.
Pitch-forking her fingers in to create more volume Phil’s wife gelled out his hairstyle finishing by saying ‘very nice’. The three stared at the mirror-like reflection as the elevator made its way to the first floor. More feminine than not Phil’s look made it seem like there were 3 women there rather than just the two.
“Would you like a little spritz Sally.”
Seeing Evelyn holding the travel size bottle of perfume she leaned towards the woman. Evelyn made sure to spray the neck of both her and her husband. His nostrils flaring he took in the feminine scent letting out a gentle sigh.
“It’ so enjoyable being a woman Evelyn….we get to do the most feminine things.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more…”
She looked at Phil as she spoke.
“Sweetie this hair of yours has such potential.”
Feeling a light buzz from the wine at dinner Sally left a trail of her clothing making her way into the bedroom. The woman slid her hands in back effortlessly she unhooked her bra letting it tumble to the floor. His apron off Phil just stared at how beautiful Sally was.
“Baby pick that up for me and drop it on the laundry basket.”
Doing as he was told he came out from the closet and looked at her sliding her nightie on a hint of envy in his eyes he held still as she let it settle over her luscious breasts on her feminine frame.
“What?…I can see you’re a little jealous honey.”
Her milky breast jiggling as she moved a few seconds later she emerged from the closet.
“Lift your arms up.”
As it had done on her body the feminine nightie settled over his tiny budding breasts making the nipples firm up on the feel of the material brushing up against his skin.
“Darling these panties don’t go with your nightie…besides I can see you’ve have a few spots…ohhh baby you got your panties wet earlier…do you know how feminine that is?...slip them down.”
Opening her intimate wear drawer Sally pulled out a fresh pair of panties. Standing next to her his limp penis looking harmless in its cage Phil remained quiet.
“I must warn you…delightfully feminine once you try a lace thong you’ll never want to be in anything else.”
‘Damn the torpedoes’ he didn’t care about the warning he needed to have it….he needed to feel it…perhaps it was the estrogen yet he wanted to be going to bed in a nightie and matching pair of thong panties.
“Ok beddy-bye time…I want to cuddle and feel a soft body next to mine as we drift off.”
Phil slid into the bed feeling the gentle movement of his budding breasts. Sally slid in next to him aware it had been a stressful day filled with moments of embarrassment and gender-confusion for her husband.
Lowering her nightie she pulled his lips to her nipple allowing him the joy of nursing as though a little young one. Eyes closed he gently sucked on the nub his cheeks pulling on it with every breath.
“There …there…such a gentle touch…that’s my baby…everything is fine….your woman knows what’s best for you my darling.”
Laying his head on the pillow taking on the role as larger spoon to his smaller one she slid in behind his soft body as they fell asleep.