The woman within...a housewife. pt 3 DLC's alyssa
Fred’s head snapped back and lifted up from the sting of the paddle. He vowed he would never say the words he had spoken just before he was secured to the leather bound chair in the den. His belly rested on the 8” expanse of the top part of the chair with his chest bent down and his wrists tied to the legs. Sharon had felt it was creative considering she thought it up spontaneously. His legs were spread and kicked wider by the woman who took colorful ties he wore to work and secured each ankle to make him completely immobile.
Tying Fred up Sharon had said ‘what are you trying to ruin us you’re cheating on me and stealing money putting us in jeopardy financially’.
Trying to defend his actions he let it slip out ‘ I was just trying to get ahead, cut a few corners and make a few extra bucks, lots of insurance guys do it’.
Sharon had rowed crew and was the team captain her last year in college. It was her upper body strength near the end of competitions that often pushed their boat across the finish line ahead of other teams that had her voted unanimously by her teammates for the honor.
She let fly with a quick 5 spanks.
“When are you going to learn there are no shortcuts in life.”
Stress often has one saying things they’ll regret later it’s why captured spies are immediately put in situations that are stressful. Fred kept digging the hole deeper.
“I was just doing it for us.”
Another 10 swats had the paddle landing hard.
“What part was that…the cheating on me part or the I’m stealing money part.”
“Everything, all of it….you’ll sign off on everything….all papers I bring home, you should just thank your lucky starts I’m not divorcing you and having the state police file charges.”
The words of Lady Valerie swam across her mind ‘it’s not a real spanking until the tears show up’. The athlete she was Sharon started to find her stride letting her arms and hands use all her muscles in coordinated motion to give the beating.
“From now on you’ll remain at home doing all the housework….and I’ll tolerate no shortcuts.”
On and off over the next hour Sharon took out her anger by spanking the daylights out of him. Near out of breath the breakthrough happened Fred started to whimper before full on tears started pouring down. It was as though he finally realized the gravity of what he had done.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I promise I’ll never do it again.”
She used his last statement to further cement his new place in the relationship. In between five more spanks she leaned down and spoke directly into his ear.
“You’ll never do it again because your days of working outside the house are over. As you’ll find out I’m quite capable of being the breadwinner. Your promises are meaningless only action proofs out. We start tomorrow in your new role and I’ll expect obedience at every turn or out you go.”
The king was dead long live the queen. Feeling 'less than' for the first time in a long time Fred’s days of ruling over her had finally been blunted.
The phone call was put on speaker for them both to hear.
“Hi Sharon, this is Sylvia I heard your message and wanted to drop off the puppy cage. You thinking of getting a puppy …they’re so cute once trained.’
“Something like that but not quite.”
“You know Helen and Olivia want a rematch on the tennis courts partner, they’re not used to losing at doubles.”
Sharon just went with it even though she had never played tennis yet with Sylvia.
“We make a good team Sylvia go ahead and reschedule with those two….oh and any time you want to come over to drop it off would be fine.”
“Good I’ll be by shortly by the way remember we talked about it I have those smoothie packets you asked about……they’re great for going on a diet. Are you trying to lose a few pounds?”
“It’s for my spouse….see you when you get here hon. The back door will be unlocked.”
The longer he was kept tied to the couch the more he felt his sense of male pride diminishing. Pride only works when comparing down yet here he was having received a spanking of a lifetime as though he was an errant adolescent. He was learning one of his first lessons from her no one is born with self esteem it has to be acquired and can be easily lost if not maintained.
The noise in the kitchen let Sharon know Sylvia had arrived.
“Hello….You around Sharon?”
“I’m in here.”
“I put the puppy cage in the kitchen, I put a comfy towel inside I have plenty you can keep it and I brought this ….”
The collar and chain dangled from her fingers.
Sylvia stopped mid-sentence prepared to play her role she looked to see Fred still tied to the couch with the sorority paddle on the floor near him.
“I see someone has been a bad boy….I have a leash and collar I used to use before my dog passed….thought you might need it.”
She bent into a squat and lifted Fred’s head up by the chin before dropping it. Wet from perspiring a naked Fred felt a ping of lost pride at being looked at by a stranger.
“Let me take a flyer….the puppy cage is for him?.....well your not the first woman to discipline a spouse in need of atonement.”
Loosening the ties in back to his ankles Sylvia looked at Sharon and saw it……the woman was feeling a band of power surge through that came from feminine dominance over the masculine. Confidently she slid the collar around Fred’s neck without resistance before attaching the metal chain of a leash.
Slinking down onto the carpet on all fours Fred was led to the kitchen and the open door of the waiting puppy cage. His head bowed he slipped inside free of complaint.
Sharon and Sylvia began fixing a packet of smoothie mix with water and a few berries thrown in for good measure.
“You can use yogurt and fruit sometimes or even a number of different kinds of juices….i try to get creative, it’s like life there really are no rules even though we’ve been told there are. Ok now all set….give it a shake and voila one healthy diet drink.’
Sharon took the bottle and slid her hand into the cage. Fred reached out and gladly took it desperate to quench his thirst.
“Here dear, drink this…we’ll talk later…say yes Maam.”
Showing his first sign of submission he softly replied.
“Yes Maam ….thank you…..I am sorry.”
Having made her points Sharon decided not to sound redundant as she slid an empty water bottle in the cage’.
“In case you need to go.”
Sipping on the fruity treat he quietly watched as Sharon closed and locked the puppy cage door. Sylvia smiled at Sharon as they both realized he was taking his first dose of female hormones.
“Sylvia come I want your opinion I’m going to be changing ‘my’ bedroom around and want to know what you think about new curtains.”
A look back had her speaking at the small Bose Soundlink micro Bluetooth wireless speaker.
“Alexis, Beethoven 9th.”
The music filled the kitchen as the two women left confident in their demonstration of female supremacy.
Within seconds of being in the bedroom each began to take off their clothing. On the bed Sylvia spread her legs as she watched Sharon slip out of her panties after unhooking her bra. The woman slid onto her bed and kissed the Sylvia who was fast becoming her best friend. Scissoring their legs between each of the other they mashed their pussies together as they hugged and kissed.
“It’s so much nicer being a woman males don’t know what they’re missing.”
Sharon bent down to nuzzle her mouth on the milky twin globes of Sylvia.
“It’s your job to let Fred experience that as you transform him…..oh that feels good….Sharon honey I need your tongue on the lips of my pussy.”
Slinking her body arching her back Sharon slipped between the woman’s legs spreading her thighs open as she did so. Like a teenage coed discovering how nice her college roommate’s body could feel she planted her mouth onto the wet pussy marrying her lips to those of Sylvia’s vagina.
Back and forth along the slit her tongue slid as she slipped her finger quickly in and out giving Sylvia reason to start moaning. Her body slid up gracefully and her arm went around the leg of Sylvia so it could let her hand pull the skin taut on the woman’s mound. The action had Sylvia’s clit becoming more exposed. A quick smile at her had Sharon lower her mouth as she diddled the pussy while flicking her tongue on the tiny nub of joy every woman loves feeling being touched when done just right.
"Eeeewwww, eeewwwwww, eeewwwwww oh fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes ooohhhhhh damn you're good woman.
After returning the favor the two women cuddled.
“I don’t want you to get overwhelmed with what I say next……you just need to change everything about him from how he acts to how he looks. Starting him on estrogen and t-blockers helps yet it’s his mind you need to take control over you want him to think like a woman......and a submissive female at that.”
“Sure Sylvia though I must tell you its sounds daunting at times.”
“It doesn’t have to be you go piece by piece. Submission leads to devotion so keep up with the spankings. Watch over time he will grow to enjoy being spanked without realizing how much he is becoming your subordinate. Often people can’t see the changes in themselves that others clearly do. Keep photos for yourself of his progress, you know a before and after kind of thing.”
“I get it slowly removed the layers of masculinity and what are you left with….a male that has no choice but to embrace his inner sense of femininity."
Sharon smiled before adding it.
"….the woman within.”
Sylvia smiled back.
"The woman within a housewife.'
“You two are on a path…he is being led by you to the point of no return once past that hurdle his perspective changes even more. I want you to look at him from now on as a trans-gurl in the making. Everything you do should have that focus. In a male mind they think keeping a home clean is women’s work…so every day he does the housework subconsciously he is acting like a woman. You want to reinforce that…..strip away his masculinity and celebrate the femininity he is inwardly feeling that’s made easier the longer he is on female hormones. Stay away from ridiculing his feminine behavior, you know how some women don’t feel comfortable with feminine males so they make fun of them….don’t do that.”
“I’ll have my hands full especially with me taking over his business and making things right there. Truth is I will need him to take over the housecleaning.”
“Look women make up 47% of the workforce…politics, business we’re coming after them, the days of males running the world will end and one day we’ll look up and the numbers will be in our favor. The Dalai Lama himself declared it ......the western woman will save the world."
Sharon smiled at her while letting her finger slowly circle the areola of Sylvia’s breast.
“The old boy network has to be destroyed….it’s like a snake we’ll need to cut its head off….say did I tell you I bought a strap-on cock? Actually it comes with 3 different attachable cocks.”
“Wait until Fred discovers yours never goes soft…..you know you should start thinking about a name so I can make the hypno-file.”
Sharon playfully bit her lip while she turned to look out the window on hearing the rain begin to patter on the treated wood floor of her bedrooms balcony.
“I’ve got a few names in mind….now how about that strap-on?”
Reggie felt like a burglar casing a joint he’d driven around the block twice after driving past the wig store to see if it was busy inside. Lady Valerie had passed on the name of the store after his last session knowing it just may spike his interest. Just as he went by a 3rd time he saw a parking spot open two spaces down from Honest Sally’s House of 1,000 Wigs. More a storefront of a 3 flat building it was neither a house nor was ‘Sally’ honest. If she had been it would have been called Sam’s wig store with maybe 400 wigs in stock.
The small Jewish lady behind the counter took her time slipping of her stool.
“Yes sir may I help you….looking for something to spice up the love life with the Mrs.? My name is Mabel perhaps your girlfriend sent you we get lots of boyfriends in here helping their best gal find a new look.”
Stammering it out his eyes double-checked to swiftly scan to see of they were alone.
“Hummmm…actually I’m thesbian….I mean an actor, well more of a part time actor, huh once in awhile i do summer stock....my theatre group is putting on a production later next month…my mentor says I need to push my boundaries and dressing up as a woman will help expand my reach.”
He had been practicing giving the reason ‘why’ he was in there for over 3 weeks not realizing most brick and mortar stores no longer cared what brought a person in they just wanted the sale.
Mable hit the little bell chime on the counter two times followed by a hesitation before ringing it three more times after that.
In back Sam Jones looked up from the laptop that had a CD bound and gagged lying on a bed in the video.
“Oh good Mable has spotted another….I swear that woman can tell a submissive from a mile away.”
At 5’ 3” the woman had to look up to see Reginald’s eyes. Her hand went to rest on his arm.
“Honey we don’t care why you came in here……now just relax it’s for you and how you look at home in front of the mirror…I’m a woman and a woman can always tell…lets not be nervous now I see you as a blond.”
Reggie let out a sigh.
“Thanks Mabel…..you’re right…….it is for me….I don’t know why I felt like I had to lie, nerves I guess.”
Just in case he gave one more look around the shop to make sure they were alone. Mabel picked up on it and turned the open sign over to see the words ‘Closed…gone fishing’. The front had a cartoonish drawing of a smiling male angler in a boat holding up his catch. Each fish of the drawing had that wide-eyed look they get when being caught. Mabel pressed on the clear round suction hook keeping the sign in place in the middle of the glass door.
“Lets move in back to one of our private rooms so you’ll feel more at ease.”
“Thanks Mabel I don’t know why I’m so nervous it’s just a stupid wig.”
“Look sweetie a wig is important why a good one can take 10 years off your life in the way it makes you appear. You seem fit, nice complexion not much around the tummy…...”
As she spoke she patted her own stomach while they walked.
“We also have a makeover service with some top shelf lingerie intimates for special clients but first your look…I see you shaved close this morning that’s good…. now a sweeping bang gives a girl a bit of a flair while hiding a large forehead…..you’ll need a large size cap, most males never notice how truly smaller a women’s face and head often are”
The woman selected a pair wigs as they neared the back.
“A girl like you would look nice with a whisper lite hand-tied lace front…it will look like its growing from your scalp. You’ll want something with curls since you’re so cute....I shouldn't say this yet you grow your own nice hair out and we'll lose a client but until then lets find you a wig.”
“Thanks for saying a girl like me Mabel.”
“I don’t care for the word crossdresser or CD…..its too pedestrian and doesn’t really express what’s going on inside a mind of male nor touch on their emotions. Sex is a spectrum not binary if only more males realized they too have a feminine side things would be a lot better in the world…..now this other one lets a girl show off her glamour side….lets have you sit at the vanity table…just between us girls what’s your name honey, slip out of your things down to just your lace thong. I think I have a bra that will match them.”
“You could tell i was in panties huh……I like Shannon.”
Mable spotted the outline yet turned away. He did his best to conceal the chastity cage.
“Well then Shannon lets not keep the woman within waiting any longer…..how nice no hair you’re smooth all over and these lovely nipples they look so pretty being pierced with barbells.”
In back Sam had his cock out and was lightly stroking it as he whispered softly to him self.
“Very good Mabel work your magic pull him in, you got a couple of hundreds coming your way…..Lady Valerie was right she’s more then cute too…she’s going to look so nice tied up.”
Mabel smiled at Shannon after her efforts. The woman vigorously pushed the wand in and out before lifting it free. She slowly lathered more mascara on to the curled lashes.
“I think a woman can never have too much mascara, I mean except for Tammy Faye that was always a little too much for my taste…you ever wake up and need to feel feminine put a little eyeliner and mascara on then some lippy.”
Pulling back she looked at how nice the lashes looked lifted and separated.
“Remember make up is easy to get off when done right…..a little soap and warm water…do it twice then what I like…its kind of old fashion yet works….rub on some Noxema face cleanser. It will leave you feeling clean with fresh skin.”
“Can I look Mabel?”
“Not yet keep looking straight ahead we have your breasts to do, you’re a size 9 in shoes right?…..now most males go over the top you should be a c-cup with your thin frame…..so many CD’s go right for the d-cups or even double d’s not realizing a pair of pretty c-cups would be best.”
The woman layered the adhesive spray on the two pieces and let it dry a little before adding some more along the edges.
“Close your eyes and hold these until I tell you to let go. They are going to make your pierced nipples come alive, they’ll feel like they are being tugged at every time your breasts move or are touched.”
“Oh I like that a courteous girl, you must have a submissive side to your personality. Sometimes that makes a pretty girl like you even more appealing especially to one who is dominant… I guess you’ll find out won’t you?”
“Thank you Maam I never used to feel submissive but I met a woman. Actually she is more then just a woman she is a ….hummm, never mind…..it’s just these days I do feel submissive a lot more then I used to but I try to hide it.”
“When a gurl like you has had a taste of submission it's likely she needs more of it…… it’s like they say ‘one’s mind when stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimension……Ok be a good gurl and wait without peeking…I’ll be right back.”
Outside the room Mabel smiled as she saw Sam waiting with her ‘bird-dog’ money and a cigarette waiting to be lit down the hallway.
“Nice work Mabel you sure know how to separate the wheat from the chaff, she’s gorgeous.”
“I’ve seen a lot of them and this one is a keeper. Thanks for the money you know you don’t have do that. I like helping a male discover his inner gurl…..he tried to hide it….I mean any guy that comes in here and is wearing a chastity cage surely must want to be a gurl.”
“I know I don’t have to give you anything yet you living on social security I figure every little bit helps.”
Exchanging thoughts she went back in after finishing the smoke as Sam looked at his phone. He sent out a text. ‘Thanks Lady Valerie that one you mention came by and dipped her toe into the pond’.
The reply came back within a minute.
‘She has marvelous potential to be a BDSM sub it’s up to you to sweep her out to sea and keep her there’.
Another ten minutes went by before Mabel declared Shannon to be ready. Taking his hands that had been made pretty with colored long faux nail attachments she help lift her creation up.
“Careful in your high heels dear have a look.”
Reginald stared at the floor mirror and confirmed the axiom ’when binding to an illusion the attachment comes in the sensation’.
“Oh my goodness….You’ve found her Maam….the woman within.”
The lightweight demi-cup bra let Shannon’s breasts give off a wiggle on each step in the strappy 3" heels.
“I think you look stunning dear…see what I mean the word cross-dresser doesn’t even come close to defining you. I could swear you were always meant to be a woman…….why you have the look that says please deflower me so I can be a woman and not just a gurl.”
Reggie contemplated the full implication of what she’d said.
“I’m so pretty.”
“Shannon honey you’re more then just cute….more then just pretty…. you’re beautiful.”
The tiny Jewish woman who'd been raised in the rough and tumble competitive world of the New York garment district oozed sincerity, she grew serious lifting her finger as though that would help her make her point she gave out the words of wisdom.
“Beauty comes in many forms and don’t you ever forget it gurl…now feel your femininity blossom….see how your masculinity pales in comparison ……arms weak and dangling at your sides, walk up and back for me, head on a swivel, chin up don’t let it drop…. show off your assets….put a little sway to your hips, short strides…..on those heels you’re not running away….. walk like you see an imaginary straight line on the floor that you are following…….every step you take you move further away from your claim of masculinity….every step forward brings you closer to living in the Lady Pond.”
Just then Mabel’s phone buzzed. Picking it up she looked at Shannon.
“Oh this sounds serious I need to take it.”
Stepping outside she closed the door and gave a wave to Sam as she headed to lunch at her favorite Jewish deli a few blocks away.
Sam looked at the monitor to see Shannon primping and posing in the pretty intimate wear. It made him think of all the times in his life he purged his collection of women’s clothing and lingerie. If he still had everything it could have damn near taken up half a floor in the women's wear section at Macy’s department store’s.
Alone in the dressing room the former straight male Reggie smiled looking at himself in the mirror. His inner voice chattered away.
“She’s taking over again…I can feel her…..that woman within…she’s coming out…what’s going to happen to me? What would my girlfriend say if she saw me like this?”
The door flung open with Shannon turning to look on hearing it. A tall male stood there looking back.
“Mabel did you get that call its your…..”
Unlike anything he ever felt before Shannon had a powerful wave of femininity sweep through him. He felt it that change that happens to an alpha male turned beta by a Mistress. There had been a time when he never considered dressing, never thought of him self as anything but a straight male. Lady Valerie changed that soon his BDSM training and spankings had led him to dabble in lingerie.
“Your name …what is it?…you look gorgeous honey.”
It was a moment of truth would he say ‘It’s Reginald and I’m straight and just a curious novice CD’? or would he say ‘It’s Shannon and I need to be deflowered by the cock of an alpha male’?
He didn’t know why he did it then again maybe he did.
Shannon shook his chest letting his breasts be put on display in their pretty bra.
“My name is Shannon….”
The interesting thing about being trained under a mistress is the effect repetition can have when used by a skilled Domina like Lady Valerie.
Out it came after he said his new name.
“….I’m out and I’m proud….I’m gay and I love it.’
The male strode up to Shannon taking the novice CD in his arms he lifted her chin and kissed the budding t-gurl.
“Down on your knees gurl…look into the mirror she what a beautiful gurl you are…..and I know how to make a woman of you…..but first discipline.”
Sam walked over an opened the cabinet.
“A friend of mine from the UK sent me these…you’d love to see how lovely she looks.”
He took out the posture collar and padded cuffs that could be locked on.
“Natalie J is her name…quite a gurl…she knows the value of being in latex and high heels especially 4” steel-heeled stiletto’s…that gurl just adores bondage...along with a nice stiffy shagging her from time to time.”
Shannon looked at him while standing up on her knees. A soft whimper came out as the gurl felt the posture collar move around his neck. He closed his eyes when he felt the lock snap shut knowing he just lost a little more of his sense of masculine assertiveness.
Sam dangled the pair of pink padded cuffs while smiling at Shannon in the mirror. The gurl quietly slid her arms back with the male bending to lock them on each wrist. Shannon once more closed his eyes relishing the feeling of submitting to a power greater then him self.
His inner voice stepped up its noise ‘you’re no real male…no, your just a gurl now…and a submissive gurl at that…..you know what happens to subby gurls…..they get spanked…..they give blow jobs……they want to take cocks to show how feminine they really are….. it makes them even more girlish….soon you’ll want your own real breasts ….just like that gurl Tiffany……you’ll have nice tits just like your girl friend Janice…..what would she say if you have to wear a bra and panties every day’…..will she laugh at you or will she take you lingerie shopping then dump you…your just a gurl in her gurl world now’.
He opened his eyes to see the pants of the male down around his hips as he stroked his cock to hardness. Shannon couldn’t take his eyes off it. Unconsciously his tongue slid out and seductively went round his lips to make them shimmer even more with the glimmering lipstick.
“That’s a good gurl…uuugggggg.”
There was nothing quite like getting head by a fresh meat new gurl to make Sam feel dominant.
“Sometimes I like when a gurl can’t use her hands…it makes her work even harder…yes just like that baby.”
Ever since he’d taken Tiffany’s gurlie cock he’d been fantasizing about what it would feel like to do a real male. His tongue slurped along just the head before sliding half way down for the first time. He took to bobbing back and forth letting his tongue catch parts of the underside of the stiff dick. Sam took it out and held it.
“Do that again…the thing with your tongue…yea like that…ohhhh that’s nice…..why you’re a natural cocksucker…..I like to reward my gurls……well look at that you’ve gotten your panties damp….you’re leaking pre-cum from behind your chastity cage…..up with you gurl that’s enough for now I have a surprise for you.”
Off from the back elevator was a long and wide hallway spaced out every 30 feet or so was a naked male secured to the wall. Each in chastity with ballgags in place Shannon counted 5 in all tied to St. Andrew’s crosses as they moved down the hallway. Every one let his eye’s move to look at Shannon and Sam as they passed.
“Part of my collection, you’d be surprised how many straight males like being in the BDSM world once they have had a taste of it. Every one of them volunteered after a little persuasion….of course they no longer can make the claim of being straight.”
The two stopped at the last one, a body thin and lithe Shannon could see the hint of femininity on his face. Sam dropped his hands down low to gently cup the balls.
“Now this one here….like you…. is really going to be a pretty one…..The poor thing use to be a beefy muscled up rugby player if you can believe it….it took him a while to realize he was on female hormones….males can be so dense sometimes…..yes a gurl world awaits for this honey.”
One hand caressing the balls Sam let his other hand move across the smooth cheeks made so from laser treatments.
“Bambi gurl one of these days you’ll ask me to have these little robins eggs be removed ….the female hormones will work even quicker then as your former stocky teammate found out……more appropriate Florence sounds so much better then that rugged name Hank he use to answer to.”
Moving on Shannon in tow Sam looked into the living room.
“Speaking of which where is that maid of mine I swear good help is hard to find some times…..Maid Florence… in here now.”
Moments later hips a swaying the cutest t-gurl maid you ever did see came sashaying into the room balancing a tray with a bottle of champagne and two flutes on it. The skirt of the French maid uniform on the 5’ 7” t-gurl lightly bounced from the multi layered petticoats on every step.
“Yes Sir how may I be of service to you.”
End of part 3 ….