BDSM by the Book

I was rather slow when it came to dating. My love life moved at glacial speed until I met my wife. In high school I was skinny and too short to be any good at sports. At school and in the town I grew up in outside Sioux City, I got pushed around a lot by other boys, all of which translated into a lack of confidence. Particularly around women.

When I got to college I felt like the only virgin on campus. I heard other guys brag about their conquests, but really didn't get it. I guess I must be old-fashioned. I always thought you met the right girl, married her, and settled down.

Another reason I got picked up on is that I am a Sioux Indian. I have always been proud of my heritage, and have always kept my beautiful black hair long, down to my shoulder blades. Over the years people have always mistaken me for a guitar player. Or a girl.

To get away from my crappy childhood, I went to college in the east, to State University. I lived in the dorms, in a quad, with three other roommates. One of roommates was a poor black kid named Doug from Newark, New Jersey. He was 6'4" and on a basketball scholarship. He was a good looking man, with loads of personality. Even though he was a year younger than me, he had more sex with girls in a weekend than I had experienced my entire life. He was everything that I was not. I could not help but look up to him.

For some reason Doug took pity on me, and actually hung out with me on occasion. He laughed the first time we were in line at the dorm cafeteria and the cashier called me "Miss."

"Doesn't that piss you off?" he asked. "That would make me nuts."

I just shrugged and blushed. "I'm not a big, macho guy like you."

"Maybe you should cut your hair off dude," Doug said. "You're such a small fry, and with that long doo, it's no wonder half the campus thinks you're a chick."

"I don't want to cut my hair," I said. "It's an Indian thing."

Doug and I took our cafeteria trays to a table and sat down. "I don't know Denny. You need to get out of the Indian game and into the dating game. You dig?"

"Girls don't like me."

"Dude, you're in college away from home and you spend all day in our dorm room, playing Sony Playstation," Doug said as he munched on a rock hard piece of pizza. "You come out with me to the Delta Tau House this Saturday night. I'm going to get you F'd up. And I'm going to get you laid. A'ight?"

I gulped nervously. "Sure!" I said.

That Saturday night, at the Delta Tau frat party, I only pretended to drink all the plastic cups of beer Doug kept feeding me. When he wasn't looking, I poured them in a plant.

Toward the end of the night, Doug put his strong arm around the neck of a wobbly, drunken junior named Nancy O'Hara.

"Yo my man Dennis. This is Nancy. She is digging you man. Ain't you Nancy? You like my roommate Denny here, now, don't ya?"

The girl's eyes tried to focus on me. She could have been cute if her long brown hair didn't look so wild and she didn't smell so much like beer. She looked like a drunken Janis Joplin. I'd actually seen Nancy around before. She'd been in my English Comp I class freshman year. In class she'd spoke with intelligence and confidence. I think she was even Pre Med and a sorority girl.

"Oh yeah," the girl slurred. "You want to walk me home? I've got a TV. You want to watch some Seinfeld reruns?"

Using a very slick dance move, Doug spun Nancy around, so that she landed at my side. He gave me a thumbs up, and mouthed the words, Go for it dude!

So I walked Nancy the two blocks down Allen Street to her place at Highland Towers. Holding her up, and keeping her from falling (too much) turned out to be quite a challenge.

Once we were inside her two-room efficiency apartment, she staggered toward the bathroom. "Turn on the TV," she said. "I need to puke."

I hadn't had a Seinfeld fix in six months – so the lure of Nancy's 19" Sony, was a great incentive to stay. Waiting on the couch in the dark, I played with the remote. Just when I thought maybe Nancy had passed out, and I was thinking about leaving, she reappeared. Her brown hair was wet from a shower, and she wore a red and black checkered flannel robe. She seemed revived, and smelled of clean soap.

To get my complete attention, she stood in front of the TV. With a grin, she let her robe drop to the floor. Nor was she wearing a stitch of clothes, not even panties!

"You look like a rock star," she said, eyes narrowing as she strutted naked right up to me. "And you're wearing too much clothes."

I nearly fell backwards off the couch. Cleaned up, Nancy wasn't half bad looking, in a hard sort of way. She had a pleasant round Irish face, pale freckled skin, square hips, and a tattoo of a black heart over her milky left breast.

"Come on cutie pie," she said, "let's see what you're packin' for momma." Her eyes drilled through my clothes, like she was trying to use her eyes like x-ray vision to see beneath my pants.

Nancy joined me on the couch in a swirl of shampoo, squeaky clean skin, and wet hair. Grabbing my shirt, she pulled it off. She tugged on my belt, unwrapping me like a birthday present. I watched frozen on the couch as she unzipped my fly, and peeled down my jeans like the skin from a banana.

In just my jockey shirts, jeans bunched up around my ankles, Nancy pushed me back on the sofa and climbed on top of me. She began kissing me, with full, thick, saliva drenched lips. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, invading me, exploring my tonsils.

As I fought to get my breath, her body thrashed and danced against me like she was a stripper working a pole. Nancy was my height, but twenty pounds heavier, and rather than turning me on, she was knocking the wind out of me. Her fingers fumbled inside my shorts, trying to find my penis – which was trying to escape by crawling back up inside my body.

"Jesus, where it is?" Nancy said, breaking free of my lips. "Do you even have one?" she giggled. "Maybe you really are a girl."

"What are you talking about. I'm a man!"

The brown-eyed co-ed laughed as she found my member. "Not by much!" She began squeezing my frightened flesh like she was milking a cow. "God, I never felt one this small before. And it's not even hard."

Mortified, I wiggled and squirmed beneath her, trying to catch my breath.

She yanked down my undershorts. "Damn! You don't even have any hair on your body. I'm not going to get into trouble for molesting a minor, am I? What are you ... like twelve or something?"

"I'm twenty-one!" I said.

"God, you're tinier than my little brother," she laughed. "I'm sorry, but I've just never seen one this small before." She tried pulling at it, trying to masturbate me. "Why can't you get hard? Are you gay or something? Don't you like me? Aren't I attractive to you? Do you want to touch my breasts? Come on. I want to see if it gets any bigger."

Wiggling out from under her, I pushed her hand away and tugged up my underwear. "Please! Stop!"

Nancy chuckled, and let me slide out from under her. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I'm just a little disappointed, that's all. I was hoping to get laid tonight. But if you can't get it up..."

Feeling about ready to cry, I pulled up my pants and quickly drew my shirt over my head, and jumped from the couch. I wanted to run away.

Nancy picked up her robe, pulling it on, closing it over her nude form. "Don't worry," she smiled. "Tonight won't be a total loss. My girlfriends at the sorority are going to laugh their asses off when I tell them this story."

Nancy's laughter ringing in my ears, I stumbled out the door.

She leaned out in the hall and watched me run from her. "Good night... Casanova!"

I practically fell down the stairwell in my hurry to escape.

Great. Just great. My one opportunity to have sex, and I blew it, completely and utterly. And to make matters worse Nancy must have told the story to ever girl on campus, because I spent the rest of senior year on my own.

Things got worse. After what happened with Nancy, I refused to go to any more parties with Doug. While Doug went out and met all kinds of beautiful girls, all I did at night was stay in our dorm room. Alone, I could not help but think about Nancy dropping her robe in front of me... her full breasts... her hand inside my pants. Whenever I thought about this – I got immediately aroused!

A bit too late to do any good, but I could not help but touch myself and masturbate. One night, while I was sitting at my desk chair, looking at some porno on the internet of naked co-eds, one of my other roommates, a freshman named Hank from Altoona, returned home earlier than usual and caught me with my dick in my hand.

When he turned on the light and saw what I was doing, he burst out laughing. He turned the light back out, and said, "I'll let you finish your business and be back later dude."

Mortified, unable to even finish what I was doing, I turned off the computer, and shoved my penis back into my pants. Oh my God!

The rest of my senior year could not go by fast enough. Hank obviously told Doug and the rest of the guys in the dorm, so that I basically spent the rest of the year trying to be invisible.

After college I got a job at an engineering firm, where I met my future wife, Jody. Thank God. I was so thankful that no one at the office knew of my college experience. It was like starting a whole new life, with a clean slate on dating. A second chance at romance!

Jody was older than me by seven years, and was the marketing manager at the firm. She was already well established, had her M.B.A., her own home, a good income, and a lot of respect and friends within the company and community.

Admittedly, Jody was a little overweight. By about 30 pounds. And she dressed like an old school marm and wore her dirty blond hair in a conservative style. But Jody had an incredibly beautiful, angelic face. Her features reminded me of Jody Foster. Plain to some, but beautiful to me. She sung in the local church choir, and was involved in a half dozen professional organizations, which she admitted to me, she only did them to fill her time, because she didn't have a husband.

We met, and although I was only a junior graphic designer in the advertising department, we quickly realized there was a unique chemistry between us. We found ourselves drawn to one another in a most magical way.

We began eating lunch together every day, going out to movies, bowling, and going to the beach together. Within a few month's time were inseparable. By a year's time I considered Jody my best friend. And after two years, after much begging on my part, Jody agreed to marry me.

For thirteen years Jody and I lived an extremely normal, routine life. We decided against children, and raised a cat instead. I though our sex life was fantastic. To me, Jody was just incredible, and I loved every minute with her. Of course, like with most married couples, I suppose our sex life became pretty routine. We did it once a week, every Saturday night, in the same missionary position, with no real variations.

During those 13 years, I thought everything was perfectly fine with our love life. At times it seemed to me that Jody went through the motions of our weekly couplings as if it were a routine she did like making dinner, but she never said anything, so I thought everything was just perfect.

Then suddenly Jody hit 40 and her sexual appetite noticeably increased. I'd always been the one to initiate our weekly bouts, and I'd always traditionally been on top. After her 40th birthday, I noticed Jody was constantly trying to get me to go down on her... something I'd done only rarely, but I'd never realized she enjoyed it so much. And if I was tired and said I had a headache or wasn't in the mood, Jody got pissy with me!

Jody had always been beautiful to me, but after 13 years she'd put on even more weight, till she was tipping the scale at 180 pounds. Which had never bothered me, skinny or with a little extra meat on her shapely butt, I loved my wife with all my heart and soul.

But now suddenly at 40, Jody seemed to go through a Renaissance. She went on a diet, and for once she stuck to it. She became incredibly driven and started going to the gym three times a week, working out, swimming, and taking aerobics and yoga classes.

In nine months time, she looked like an entirely different woman. She'd dropped 50 pounds, and at 5'8", 130 pounds, she'd never looked better in her life.

For the first time since I'd known my wife, she began taking a sudden interest in fashion, and clothes, makeup and shoes. She got her hair and nails done every week. She even started wearing sexy dresses, hip-hugger jean flares and sexy heels that strapped up her calves.

Here Jody was 40, but looked 28, and pulled it off magnificently. There was a bounce in her step and a confidence in her eyes that made me feel incredibly proud of her. Admittedly, married to Jody for 20 years, I couldn't have been happier or more in love. It felt like the perfect life.

The next thing I know Jody announced she was having a Sex Toy party at our house. I really didn't think too much of it, till the night of the party arrived, and my wife told me, "I think you'd better go out to the movies or something darling. I don't think you're going to want to stick around for this. The women are going to get pretty wild." She laughed. "I doubt you would be safe."

Just then the doorbell rang. "Your guests must be arriving," I said. "I'll just go down to the Regal and catch a flick."

"It's probably Nancy, the hostess," Jody said opening the door.

It was Nancy all right. Nancy O'Hara.

The past 13 years had been good to Nancy. She was decked out like a Dominatrix, all in black leather, with 4" heels on her knee high boots. She was in great shape, and dressed as she was, she reminded me of Bette Paige. Later I would find out from Jody, she'd met Nancy in her yoga class.

"Good to see you again," she grinned, shaking my hand vigorously. "I wondered if you might be the same Denny Crowe I knew in college."

Jody pushed me out the door. "I talk to you later darling," she said giving me a peck on the cheek.

I stood outside on my front step, speechless. I just stood there for a few minutes as if paralyzed. Nancy O'Hara was a sex toy hostess? And she was talking to my beloved wife! Oh my God. I thought I'd escaped my embarrassing college years. If Nancy dredged them up and tried to ruin my marriage... I'd... I'd...

I sat in the movie theater not even watching the picture. It was a comedy but I didn't feel much like laughing. It could have been in French, I wouldn't have known. I sat there staring at the screen, replaying over and over in my mind the train wreck of an evening I'd spent with Nancy in her apartment...

After the party and the ladies had cleared out I came home to find Jody cleaning up from the party. Cocktail glasses and empty beer bottles littered the den. My heart dropped. There was Nancy sitting in my chair, legs crossed, grinning at me.

"Ah, she's home," Nancy said. "Stop Jody. Get your little hubby to do it."

Jody blushed at me. "Would you mind helping me darling?" Jody asked.

"Sit down, and let him do it," Nancy commanded. "He's been out sitting down at a movie, while you've been running ragged serving your guests. Take a break. Denny, will you please finish cleaning up. Wash the dishes. And empty the trash."

I looked at my wife, who could only shrug. My face reddened at being ordered around like this in my own house. Fuming, I picked up a martini glass, and empty bowl of chips and carried them into the kitchen.

Behind me, I heard Nancy say, "See. Was that so hard? He was born to serve. And you my princess, were born to rule."

Quietly, I cleaned up the den and kitchen while the two women chatted in the other room. Unfortunately they whispered, so I couldn't hear much. Finally, Nancy left. I heard her say, "Just read the book. It's all in the book."

Afterwards we retired to our bedroom, where we both began getting undressed and ready for bed. As I stepped out of my shoes, I noticed a new hardback on Jody's night stand.

As Jody went back and forth in and out of the bathroom, getting washed up and changed, I picked up the book. "Female Supremacy by Edith Scarsdale," I read. "Honey? What's this all about?"

"What do you think," Jody said undressing and pulling on her shortie nightgown. "Look what else I bought." She lay seven pairs of women's panties on our bed... each with a day of the week written across the front... all of them appeared to be standard women's bikini underwear, except for Saturday's which was made of see-through black nylon mesh.

"Very sexy," I said. "Can't wait to see you in the black one's."

"No silly, they're not for me, I bought them for you. From Nancy. She suggested them."

"What!?"

"Oh come on Denny, let's have a little fun. Our sex life has been so vanilla for years. Let's put a little spice into our life. We don't have any kids. We can do whatever we want for a change. Remember how we used to make love outside in the pool? We haven't done anything romantic like that in years."

"And you think me wearing women's underwear is romantic?"

Jody grinned at me devilishly. "Nancy said she thought you would look quite sexy in them, and I agree. I can't wait to see you in them."

"What else did you and Nancy talk about?" I asked nervously.

Evasively, not looking me in the eyes, Jody pulled back the sheets on our bed. "I don't want to talk about that right now. Let's just say that she's given me a couple of very good ideas on how we can spice up our love life."

"Our love life is fine! It doesn't need spicing!"

Jody looked at me incredulously, like I had to be joking. "Honey, come on, you have to admit, our sex life is pretty boring. We've been doing it in the missionary position for the last 13 years! You have absolutely no interest anymore. You just go through the motions. I feel like I have to practically beg you to go down on me."

"That's not true!" I said defensively. "I look forward to it the nights we make love! Jody, you know how much I love you. I'd do anything for you."

"You would?"

"You know I would. I'd walk though fire for you."

Jody chuckled. "Alrighty then. That means you won't have any trouble throwing away your nasty old skidmark underwear, and wearing these panties for me. Right?"

Shaking my head, I sighed and agreed. "Okay dear." If it made Jody happy, it made me happy. "But that's as far as I'm going!" I cried. "I don't want to get into any of this weird, kinky sex stuff."

"Of course darling. Oh, and something else," Jody added. "We're going to read that book. Female Supremacy by Edith Scarsdale. Nancy told me she and her husband Doug read it together, and it totally saved their marriage."

"Doug?" I asked. No, it couldn't be. Not my old college roommate? "Nancy didn't say whether her husband was black or not, did she?"

"No, she didn't," Jody replied. "Why, do you know him? Do you want me to ask?"

I shook my head no, and shuddered. I looked at the book in my hands. Beneath the title was the subhead, which I read out loud: "Female Supremacy. A look at female dominate and male submissive relationships."

I opened the cover to the table of contents and read through the headings. "Chapter one, The Submissive Male Sissy... Chapter two, Female Domination Through Discipline... honey, are you sure you know what you're getting into?"

Jody's eyes narrowed. "Of course. I know exactly what I'm doing. We're going to read that book together. Starting tonight. Put on a pair of your panties, and let's get into bed and read the first chapter together out loud. It'll be fun."

We did too. I wasn't sure I was completely buying everything this Scarsdale women wrote. She threw around all kinds of statistical figures, claiming women college graduates were up... males were down. Women were naturally smarter... stronger... more suited to command. To listen to Edith Scarsdale, you'd think all women were the superior gender for a million and one reasons. And just as naturally, all males were good for – was serving women.

As we read, Jody slipped her hand into the pair of blue silk panties I was wearing, and began fondling me. By the time she'd finished the last paragraph, I was extremely aroused, and wanted nothing more than to mount my lady love, and make short, sweet love to her.

She tossed the book aside as we kissed. Jody seemed more passionate, more excited than I had ever seen her before.

When I tried to climb on top of her – she resisted.

"No darling," she said, pushing me away.

"What!?" I cried. "You have me so turned on. I want to make love to you."

"I know you do, but I don't want you to."

"Don't you enjoy..? We both can..."

"No."

"No what?" I asked incredulously. "You don't like it when we make..?"

Jody fluffed her pillow, and sat up in bed. "No, quite honestly, I don't."

"Jody, I can't believe you waited thirteen years to tell me this! What? You don't have an orgasm when I make love to you?"

My wife looked at me sadly, and nodded her head. "Not once Denny."

Talk about a stake through the heart. "You've been faking it all these years!?"

She shrugged. "I'm sorry. You just don't do it for me that way."

I gulped and sat up too. My head was spinning. To find out that the woman of my dreams, my beloved wife had never... "Not even..?"

Jody shook her head. "Not even once."

For the first time in years, I felt like I wanted to cry. My wife pulled me into her arms and lovingly hugged me close. "Oh darling, don't get upset. I'm sorry, I really am. But don't take it so hard. I love you dearly, and you've given me a great deal of pleasure. Honestly you have."

"I have?" I sniffled.

"Oh yes darling, the things you can do with your tongue. Can't you tell? And the way you touch me with your fingers." Her face grew flustered. "You turn me on with your fingers, better than I can turn me on myself."

"Really!?" I asked with some surprise. "But I thought all of that was just foreplay for the main event. I thought that when I made love to you, that you..."

Jody cut in, "Well you thought wrong darling. And now, since we're reading Edie Scarsdale's book, I thought it was time you found out the truth."

I gulped. "So this means you don't want to make love tonight? Can't I at least..."

Jody lifted her eyebrows, and shook her head. "No darling, not tonight, or ever again. I'm sorry. It's just a waste of time. Not unless we can do something about your penis."

"What's wrong with my penis!?"

My wife winced, looking at me carefully, quite obviously not wanting to hurt my feelings. "Well darling, to be quite truthful... it's kind of small. I never said anything, well, because I didn't want to give you a complex. That's why I just kept my mouth shut all those years. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

I blushed hotly, utterly crushed at the thought that I did not possess the physical equipment to adequately satisfy my beloved spouse.

"I was talking to Nancy," Jody said delicately, "and she said we can buy some sort of an extension. You just fit it over your..."

Shaking my head, covering my ears with my hands, I cried out for her to, "Please stop! Can we just not talk about this right now?"

My pretty wife slid down underneath the sheets, and held out her arms to me. "Of course my darling. Come here."

We hugged, and as her arms wrapped around me, I knew that she still loved me, and that everything would be all right. Her hand slipped back inside my women's briefs, and began fondling me once again.

"Please don't think I don't like the little soldier," Jody smiled. "He gets excited quite fast... and you get wonderfully hard. I love the way you feel in my hand, when I'm stroking you up and down."

My breaths came faster as her hand moved faster. Remembering what she'd said, likewise, I slid my own hand inside my wife's underwear. She was soaked.

She blushed slightly, and admitted, "Reading that book really turned me on. You have no idea how much fun we're going to have together. I cannot wait to read the next chapter!"

With that she kissed me. After thirteen years, the two of us were experts at pleasing one another with our fingers. We brought one another to the most glorious mutual climax, after which we drifted peacefully to sleep in one another's arms.

The next night when I got into bed, wearing a pair of red cotton panties, Jody was already waiting for me, wearing one of her sexy, see-through black teddies that she'd bought from Victoria's Secrets.

Once I'd snuggled up to her side, by candlelight Jody read, "Chapter two Female Domination Through Discipline."

"I don't think I'm going to like this part. Why don't you skip this chapter."

"Oh no. This chapter is crucial." Jody looked at me and batted her eyelashes. From beneath the covers she brought one of our ping pong paddles and laid it on her lap.

"What is that for!?" I asked nervously.

"Before this night is over, I'm going use this on you," she said simply.

"What for!?" I cried. "It's not like I've done anything wrong."

My wife thought for a moment. "Yes you have. You made love to me for thirteen years without ever once giving me an orgasm. I'm going to beat your ass raw, for making me go through with that... to have to pretend to enjoy it... when I really wanted to..."

"To what!?" I asked, horrified.

Jody looked at me, her eyes glistening. "I wanted to laugh!"

"To laugh!?" I almost cried.

"That's horrible!"

Jody wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tried to keep me from moving away. She pulled me to her side. "Oh my sweet darling, I'm sorry, but it is so true. You don't know how many times you've been on top of me... the same old position... the same old three grunts right before you came. After a while, I just had to laugh, or I wouldn't have been able to go through with it."

I whimpered in her arms. My male ego had not only been trampled, it had been run over by a steam roller.

Jody read, "The quickest way to put your husband into his place, is by placing him over your lap, and giving him an old fashioned over-the-knee spanking. You'll find it rather amazing how quickly this simple act will bring out his submissive nature. Some women hold weekly review sessions, where they review their husband's behavior, and if he's been grouchy or insensitive they use it as a reason to resort to corporal punishment. Other women find they do it simply because it excites them to break their down their husband's macho defenses..."

After we read chapter two, Jody was good to her word, and made me lay across her lap on our bed. Just assuming the position, over her thighs was quite humiliating. I nearly died when she peeled down my panties, and caressed my bare bottom.

"You have the cutest ass," she said almost reverently. "You have no idea how adorable your bottom looks in your new panties. I do hope you realize that after a while I am going to throw away all of your boy underwear. I want you in women's bikinis, the French cut, and the new boy panties. We're going to get you nylon panties, silk and lace ones... you have no idea how much seeing you in them turns me on."

Initially I thought about objecting to throwing my men's underwear away, but considering the position I was in, I found myself saying softly, "Yes dear."

She picked up the ping pong paddle, and gave my bottom a hesitant swat. When I sighed in relief, she gave me another... a little harder... and a little bit harder now... and a little bit harder... until I was squirming and trying not to scream.

Finally, after about a dozen blows, I could take it no more, and tried twisting my arm behind my back to protect my reddening bottom.

"That's enough!" I said.

"That's hardly anything at all, you big sissy!"

"It's been a long time since I've been spanked!" I cried. "Please, stop! Please give me a rest before you..."

With a lusty growl, Jody brought the paddle down harder than ever before. "We've been doing things your way the last 13 years in the bedroom, and look where it got us." She continued wailing away on my bottom, hitting each cheek squarely in the center. "I'm taking over now. We're going to be doing things my way in the future."

She punctuated each word with a swift blow from her paddle.

I shrieked in pain. "Please no more!"

For the next fifteen minutes, my wife continued to wail on my poor backside. It was as if she was letting loose 13 years of frustration... 13 years of revenge. As she continued to flail away, I began to break down. My walls, my defenses, completely crumbled, as I squirmed, begged and cried for her to please stop.

Eventually her arm tired, and she lay the paddle aside. By the time she was finished she was breathing hard, and I was sobbing.

"God, that was hot," she said throatily. There could be no doubt that spanking me had aroused her to a degree she'd never experienced before.

Grabbing me by the hair, she yanked me to my knees, and like she was guiding our vacuum cleaner, she directed my mouth to her crotch. "See how much I enjoyed that." She was soaked. Wetter than I'd ever felt her before. She moaned loudly, as I stuck out my tongue and began to lap at her sweet nectar. "In the future... I have a feeling... we're going to be doing this... a lot."

Lifting my head up from my wife's open thighs, I cried, "That's not fair! You can't just spank me for no reason."

Jody's eyes were narrow slits. As my tongue went back to work lapping at her clitoris, her entire body undulated with pleasure. "It excites me. That's a reason," my wife said. Her eyes closed as she approached orgasm. "But you're right." She moaned softly. "I'll tell you what. Once a week..." Her hips began to push back at my face, mashing her pubic bone against my mouth. "... we'll review your behavior. And if you've been bad..." Her voice rose as her entire body tensed. "...you'll get a paddling." With that, she cried out breathlessly, grunted several times, and collapsed among her pillows.

She lay there, entirely still, eyes closed, mouth open... as if in a trance.

I wiped my mouth on the sheets, and snuggled up against her side. "And if I am good?" I asked. "What then?" What reward? Maybe then I would get to make love to my beautiful, sexy, sweet wife...

"If you're good," Jody said smiling, dreamily, "... you'll still get spanked. I'm going to spank you anyway. Just because it turns me on."

"You can't do that," I objected. "That's not fair! If I'm good, I think you should let me do what I want to do for a change."

Jody laughed loudly, like I'd made a hilarious joke. "If you think you're going to climb on top of me like you used to," my wife said, rolling away from me to her side of the bed, "you'd better get that silly thought right out of your head. Those days are over. I make the rules now." Jody snuggled up against her pillow.

"What a minute," I cried. "You can't go to sleep. What about me? I just gave you an orgasm. When do I get my turn?"

My wife chuckled, her eyes closing, heavy with sleep. "You've had your turn... for the last 13 years. The next 13 years... it's my turn. This is a little payback for all the nights you had your orgasm and went to sleep, and didn't care one bit about satisfying me."

"But I thought I was pleasing you! You admit you were faking it all those years. This is just completely unfair!"

Jody yawned, and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Waa! Waa! Waa! Whine, whine, whine. You're starting to sound like a wife already. Shut up and just go to sleep."

Simmering in anger, I turned my back to my wife, and hugged my own pillow. That was it. I would refuse to read any more of the book. Enough of these silly games. I wanted our life to go back to the way it used to be.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the days when I had been the one on top... when we made love every Saturday night right after the 11:00 news. Okay, so it was a little routine. But I had loved just being inside my wife. She couldn't be serious. She had to let me make love to her again, or I would just die!

The next night, once again Jody was waiting in bed, this time wearing a black corset with garter belts and black fishnet stockings, and looking intoxicatingly sexy.

Out of protest I wore a pair of my male boxer shorts to bed. When I tried to get into bed, Jody forbid it. "Don't you dare!" Jody said firmly and pointed me to my dresser. "Put on a pair of your panties, this minute, or I'll put you over my knee again – right now!"

Wanting to argue, but afraid of the paddle, grumbling I did as I was told, putting on the yellow pair marked Tuesday. When I finally climbed into bed beside her and that damned book, she gave my bottom a playful swat.

"Can't we forget about the book for one night, and just go to sleep!?"

"No! You promised! We're reading a chapter every night. It's not a big book. Come on. We'll take turns reading out loud like we did last night. It will be fun."

"I'm afraid to look at what she has to say next," I said gloomily.

"You're right," Jody admitted. "You're not going to like it. So before we start reading, I want to put some restraints on you."

"What!?"

I watched as Jody pulled a pair of leather handcuffs out from beneath the bed sheets. "I bought these from Nancy earlier today," she said examining how they worked.

"Jody, really now. Hasn't this gone just a bit too far?"

"Just put your hands behind your back," my wife said. She fit the leather cuffs around my wrist, and hooked them together behind my back.

"Now I can't exactly hold the book like this, can I?" I said.

"Don't you worry about a thing," Jody said merrily. "I'll take care of everything.

Here. You read. It's your turn."

Laying on her side she held book open with one hand, while she encouraged me onward by sliding her other hand into my panties and playing with my balls.

Struggling to control my voice and not to moan, I read out loud, "Chapter three, Enforced Male Chastity and Orgasm Denial." I looked at my wife in shock. "Good Lord Jody, you can't be serious. This is completely insane."

"Keep reading!"

Whimpering, I continued, "If left unsupervised, a male will masturbate at least once a day. Depending on his testosterone levels, he may masturbate 2-4 times a day. When you control your husband's penis, you control his life. And when you control his orgasms, he will become most delightfully submissive to your every whim. If he pouts... whines... or gives you any back talk, all you have to do is increase the length of time between his orgasms. Use these techniques long enough, and you'll find your husband will become quite agreeable to anything your heart desires."

I struggled with my bonds, wanting to close the book. "This is ridiculous! I can't go on!"

"I'll read for a while." My wife pulled another one of her surprises out from beneath the bed sheets. This time it was a black velvet pouch with CB-2000 written on the side in gold letters.

"What is that?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see," Jody said removing her hand from my panties and reading.

Read she did. It was horrifying. This woman Edith Scarsdale had the insane idea that the best way for a wife to subjugate her husband was by putting his penis under lock and key in some sort of Medieval chastity device. She actually recommended that a man be allowed only one orgasm a week – although she claimed that a lot of women preferred two weeks or even longer!

"I think we'll start you off with one a week," Jody said as she finally closed the book. "Let's see, your last one was three nights ago. So you'll get your next one this coming Friday."

I really didn't see how she was going to enforce this edict, until she spilled the contents of the CB-2000 pouch on the bed between us. There were a number of clear plastic parts... pins... rings... and a tiny little padlock.

With my hands bound behind my back, I was helpless to do a thing, but watch in horrified fascination as my wife began to encase my poor penis in a clear cage-like device. She fit the pieces together like she was building a Lego prison around my cock.

Her touch brought an immediate reaction from my body. My manhood stood proudly, defying the clear plastic hood that was meant to fit over the head. Jody kept trying to jam the hood down over the head, but it just wouldn't fit.

"Make it go down," she said determinedly.

"If you masturbate me, it will go down," I said hopefully.

"You wish," she laughed. "I told you. You don't get another orgasm till next Friday."

"But that's four days!"

Jody seemed to be finding the terrified look on my face quite amusing. As I lay there with my hands bound behind my back, with a clear plastic ring fitted around the base of my cock, Jody laughed and climbed from the bed. I struggled with the cuffs, quite uselessly, while Jody ran barefoot to the kitchen. I listened as she opened the refrigerator. Maybe she was thirsty and wanted a drink.

She returned with a wash rag. I gasped as she held a handful of ice to my balls! I could not help but squeal and squirm in shock and pain. It was like taking a freezing cold shower. It was so cold I could feel my flesh retracting inside myself.

"That's much better," Jody said, sliding the clear plastic hood over my shriveled penis. She fit the pins through the ring, and snapped closed the lock.

Once it was on, both of us stared at my crotch. My poor frightened penis looked like a caged and wrinkled little old man behind a set of clear plastic bars. I looked at my wife wildly, "This is starting to go a little too far Jody. I don't like this one bit..."

My wife smiled at me soothingly, caressed my face, and kissed me. "Don't worry my darling. If you are a good boy, and I take it off on Friday... after waiting a week... think about it... the release is going to be incredible."

"What if I get in a car accident?" I said uncertainly. "What if I have to go to the hospital? What if I go to the pool and..."

"What if wearing it, turns your wife on," Jody said, licking her lips, kissing me. She broke away fiercely. "Knowing that you are completely under my control, just gets me so hot. Come here!" She grabbed my hair almost violently, and shoved my face down between her thighs. "You know the drill!"

Once again, like the previous night, I lapped and licked at my wife's sopping wet pussy till she experienced a loud, mattress shaking orgasm. Like before, she came so hard, she seemed to black out for a minute or so.

And much like the night before, within minutes Jody was fast asleep, while I lay there, frustrated and wearing this ridiculous piece of plastic around my privates. I wanted to rip it off, but with my hands still restrained behind my back, there was absolutely nothing I could do, but lay there trying not to get upset.

In the morning, Jody woke quite cheerful and refreshed. As she unlocked my wrists she apologized for forgetting and leaving them on. When I asked about the CB-2000, and for her to please take that off too, she shook her head negatively.

"No my darling, that stays on. Till Friday." When I went to object, she held up a hand, motioning for me to be quiet. "Think twice before you say another word. Because if you so much as try to take off your chastity belt, I will add another week. So don't say a word. Just think about that for a minute."

I did, and in utter fury, I clamped my mouth shut, and practically ran from our bed. As I showered and got dressed for work, with a pair of women's panties under my male clothes, I grumbled and said that people would be able to notice the device under my clothes, but in truth, you could not even tell it was there.

At work that day, in the privacy of the men's room, I sat in one of the stalls, and examined the piece of hardware locked around my groin. There was a clear ring about the base of my cock, that was connected by three plastic pins to a tube over the head and shaft. The padlock locked the ring to the tube of bars. The only way to get it off, would be to break it.

Tapping my foot, for a few minutes I contemplated smashing it with a hammer. Mm... what if I hurt myself? Ouch. It was a very delicate place to be twisting around with hacksaws or electric drills. And if I were lucky enough to somehow smash it open, without castrating myself, Jody would be livid. It would mean another week of denial, and undoubtedly another trip across her knee.

Sighing in resignation, I pulled up my panties and trousers, and left the damned thing alone. What else could I do??

That night after work, I was afraid to go home. I tried watching television quite later than usual, hoping Jody would go to bed without me. At midnight, she came down from the bedroom wearing a long black robe, and turned off the set. She didn't have to say a word. I knew it was time for bed.

Laying beside her wearing just a pair of panties and my CB-2000, I felt grumpy. I refused to even look at the book spread open on her lap.

"Chapter four," she read, "Swapping Roles: Forced Feminization."

Oh no.

Jody read, "When you remove your husband's male clothing, your strip away his protective male macho image of himself. By forcing him to wear women's clothes, he'll develop a better understanding of women's issues... he'll become more empathetic, more sensitive and even more affectionate. Men are easily seduced by the sensuality of women's fabrics. The tactile sensations of lace, silk and nylon will hypnotize him, turning him into soft clay that you can re-shape and mold however you desire. At first your man will reject what you are trying to do to him – he equates dressing like a woman as being a sissy. But over time, even the most masculine man will find himself craving the soft erotic feeling of women's lingerie. Use it to your advantage. A feminized husband, is a submissive husband, one that will wait on you hand and foot..."

As my wife continued to read through the chapter, I felt myself growing scared. Edith Scarsdale was stark raving crackers. She gave complete instructions for the husband shave his body ... wear pantyhose... high heels... dresses and douche regularly!

When Jody finally closed the book, I looked at her with tears in my eyes, "Please Jody. Please don't do this to me. You can't imagine how humiliated I feel already to be wearing this thing locked around my crotch. I can't dress like a... woman."

"Of course you can! Don't look so frightened my darling. It's only clothes." My wife picked up a Fredericks of Hollywood bag she had by the side of the bed, and handed it to me. "I bought you some presents today," she said smiling.

With trembling hands, I dumped the contents on the bed between us... a sheer white camisole with marabou around the neckline... with matching diaphanous white robe... a garter belt... white stockings... and a new pair of lace white panties.

"Put it on darling," Jody whispered. In her eyes was a look of desire I'd never seen before. "Please, for me."

"I'll look ridiculous," I protested.

"I'll be the judge of that," she said. "The way you're built, you're so slender... something tells me you're going to make a better woman than you are a man."

My head spinning in confusion, I climbed nervously out of bed. Half of me was terrified of the thought of putting on women's lingerie... but the other half, hidden deep down inside me, was curious. Especially by my wife's comment that I could make an attractive female. I'd always made such a wimpy male. What if she was right? When I considered that she just might be, I shuddered. I could not imagine what it might be like to be an attractive female... preyed upon by men!

My whole body trembling, I stepped into the sheer white camisole, and pulled the spaghetti straps up over my shoulders. You could see right through the material.

Jody helped me with the garter belt and the stockings. When we were done, she told me to step back from the bed, and to twirl around for her.

When I did, Jody clasped her hands to her face, quite delighted. "You look incredible! With your long black hair, and your figure, I knew you'd make a pretty woman."

"Let me see," I said, bewildered, looking in the long mirror behind our bedroom door. Looking back at me was a dark haired, seductive looking woman wearing sexy white lingerie with garter belts and stockings. It took me a moment to realize it was me!

Jody climbed from bed and stood behind me, staring at my reflection with me. "Come to the bathroom. I want to do your makeup. With a little eye makeup, blush and lipstick, you could be a real beauty."

Finding it hard to stop staring at myself, I shook my head, hoping to break the spell I seemed to be under. Good Lord, what was I doing? How had I let Jody talk me in all of this! First to let her lock away manhood, and now to dress me in women's lingerie! Where was all of this leading..?

Taking me by the hand, Jody led me into our powder room, and sat me down on the commode. Opening up her makeup bag, using various brushes she stroked white eye shadow under my eyebrows... and a smoky burnt sienna over my eyelids... black liner... long lash mascara... rosy blush... translucent powder... red lip liner...

"Pucker your lips," my wife said.

She swiped pink lipstick around my mouth.

"Now stand up and look at yourself."

I stood and looked in the mirror over the sink. I gulped. Jody was right. My delicate features might have been a liability as a man, but they were an asset to a woman. The makeup highlighted my eyes, brought out my cheekbones and turned my lips pouty and sensual.

While I stood there gawking at myself, mesmerized by my own reflection, Jody took a comb and began teasing out my hair in a feminine style. When she was done and coating me in a haze of hair spray... I looked like an airbrushed Penthouse centerfold.

"We're going to get both of your ears pierced, so you can wear some pretty earrings. A pair of pearls would look lovely on you with this outfit."

"Do you like me like this?" I whispered.

Jody put down her comb. Standing behind me, she put her arms around my waist and hugged me close. She said to my reflection in the mirror, "I think you look hot."

Dragging me back to bed, Jody positioned me once more between her outstretched thighs. There was no question that everything we'd been reading in Edie Scarsdale's book was having a dramatic effect on my wife. Her panties were soaking wet. All I had to do was touch her with my tongue... which I did slowly and sparingly... and my wife was thrashing about and moaning loudly.

Although I'd performed oral sex on Jody before, I'd never done it like this... wearing a sheer white camisole... garter belts and stockings... with my face made up and my long hair teased out. With my poor penis restrained in it's plastic cage, for some insane reason instead of feeling like a man... I wondered if this is what it felt to be a lesbian.

Is this what it felt like to be a woman, I wondered as I lapped at my wife's glistening pussy. In no time at all, she went completely haywire, absolutely wild... I'd never heard her so loud before, as she screamed out her orgasm. Afterwards she lay in a heap among a pile of pillows, breathing hard, like she'd just completed an Olympic marathon.

I snuggled up to her side, and nuzzled her neck, planting gentle kisses all over her face. "Please Jody, will you let me loose! Please take this thing off me, so I can enjoy myself too."

With the back of her hand over her eyes, trying to get her act together, my wife said, "What day is this?"

"Wednesday," I said.

"I told you I wasn't letting you out till Friday."

"But Jody!" I cried. "This just isn't fair! You've had an orgasm every night this week, and I haven't had one in ages!"

Eyes still closed, grinning, my wife reached out and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me close. "It's been four days for you. You are horny, aren't you?"

"I'm going out of my mind!" I said emphatically. "If you won't let me make love to you, just let me masturbate. Anything!"

Chuckling, eyes still closed, Jody snuggled her nose up against my cheek. "No my darling. You're going to wait. It's just three more days."

Whimpering in frustration, I began begging and pleading with her to please unlock the CB-2000 and let me have some relief. Unfortunately, the harder I begged, the more adamant Jody became that she was not going back on her word.

Never having been denied like this before, I hate to admit, that I even tried using tears. "Please Jody, I'm begging you!"

All of which amused her to no end. "I like you like this," she said kissing my cheek. "Now let's go to sleep my little princess."

The next morning, before I could even brush my teeth, I felt Jody climbing on top of my face. Griping the headboard to our bed, I awoke to see my wife's vagina descending on my jaw. Her thighs closed around my head, holding it in place as she began to undulate her pussy lips against my mouth.

Tentatively I stuck out my tongue. Above my I watched as Jody threw her head back, and began to dance her velvety nether lips back and forth across my mouth. My tongue flicked across her clitoris and she gasped.

In thirteen years of marriage, Jody had never behaved this way before! To actually straddle my head that way... almost as if she was using me for her own pleasure!

All I could do was lay there, and use my tongue as best as I could, while above me my wife gyrated over my face to another explosive orgasm.

Afterwards she seemed to freeze for several minutes, like she did not want to ever let the moment go. Finally, with a sigh, she dismounted my head, and scampered off to the shower.

Slowly I removed the white camisole and unhooked the garters, and slid down the stockings. Edie Scarsdale was crazy. Yes, they did feel sensual, but I could never see how wearing such materials could become addicting. No matter what Jody might wish me to wear, I was still a man!

While I showered and Jody dried herself off, she said, "We're not going to work today. I told Robert yesterday that we won't be coming in. We're taking a personal day."

"Whatever for?" I asked, scrubbing the makeup from my face.

"We're going shopping."

"For what? Groceries?" We were out of milk and bread.

"No silly. For you. We're going to buy you a whole new wardrobe."

Sticking my head out of the shower, I looked at her nervously. "Isn't just wearing that little white outfit enough?"

"No my darling," Jody said drying her hair. "I want to get you some bras and panties, and a couple of outfits. Some blouses and slacks... and maybe at least one dress. Then you're going to need shoes... flats and a pair of heels... maybe a pair of mules for around the house."

The entire day turned to be something out of my worst nightmares. Jody not only bought me several outfits, she insisted that I try everything on first. Which meant using the women's changing booths. There I am, in just a pair of pink panties, in a tiny booth, with several women in the booths around us, and Jody suddenly starts feeling amorous!

The next thing I know she is kissing me passionately, and her hands are roaming all over my body, including inside my panties! She began to shake and jiggle my bound flesh, causing it to awake and try to rise. Only the plastic bars of the CB-2000 restrained any attempts at an erection... making the way Jody was fondling my testicles extremely nerve wracking. I was trying very hard not to moan or groan, lest it alarm the women getting changed in the booths around us. It was bad enough that a man was in the girl's dressing rooms... but one wearing women's panties locked in a chastity belt was just too embarrassing. The thought of being caught dressed thus made my heart race!

"Please stop," I whispered in my wife's ear, "you are teasing me to death!"

"You don't like it when I touch you?" Jody chuckled, squeezing my smooth balls. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I like it!" I said excitedly, trying not to raise my voice. "Just not right now!" My poor penis throbbed painfully, as Jody's manipulations caused all the blood in my body to race to my crotch – only to be forbidden erection by the tight confines of the CB-2000.

Eventually Jody tired of teasing me, and bid me try on the dress she'd picked out. A black velvet cocktail dress. I tried it on, as well as several pairs of women's flares, till we got the right fit.

"A size 5/6," Jody said ruefully. "You're smaller than I am. And everything looks great on you."

From there we went to the Piercing Pagoda, where I got both ears pierced, then to a woman's shoe store where Jody insisted I try on both women's flats and heels. The aisles of shoes were crowded. A mother and her young daughter stared at me as I stepped into an open-toed pair of heels. Red faced, wanting to die, I hurriedly took a few steps, feeling awkward, and embarrassed to the core.

"One last stop," Jody said when we were back in the car.

"Can't we just go home!?" I cried. What new humiliations did my wife have in store for me? Emotionally I felt like I'd just walked away from a plane wreck. Enough was enough!

Not hardly. Jody took me to her beauty parlor, where she had her beautician Wendy, give my hair a more feminine style. I felt like a little kid sitting in the chair as my mother told the barber how to cut my hair.

"I want you to take off about 3" and feather his hair back," my wife directed.

As I've already mentioned, I am part Sioux Indian, and my long black hair is down past my shoulder blades. Jody had Wendy keep most of the length, but she gave me girlish bangs and shaped the sides so that it framed my face.

As we were leaving and Jody was paying at the cash register, an older black woman heading out the door grabbed my wrist, smiled and said, "You have such pretty hair. It looks beautiful."

Jody beamed proudly, while I thanked the woman weakly.

Once we were home Jody said, "Let's have a little fun. Why don't you put on that summer dress I bought you? I want to see how you look in that and those wedge sandals." She supervised as I put on a white bra and panties, then a pink with white polka dotted summer dress, pantyhose, the 3" sandals, hose, and once again Jody did my makeup. For a finishing touch, she put a pair of pearl earrings in my freshly pierced ears.

Then she directed me in front of the full length mirror behind our bedroom door.

You really do make a hot looking babe," Jody said hugging me from behind.

I never would have imagined that I would make such an attractive looking woman. Seeing myself that way... did something to me. An entirely new person inside of me... who Jody christened "Deena"... burst from my heart... and my soul.

I felt like I was seeing myself... my true self... for the first time.

My wife swatted my bottom, and said, "Why don't you start dinner? I'm going to call the office and check in. Make sure you wear your apron. I don't want you ruining that dress."

While Jody sat in the den chatting with the boss Robert at the office, I made us a pot roast. It felt odd to move about the kitchen in a dress and heels. As I sat on a stool chopping up carrots I looked down at myself... at my legs in nylons... and my sexy new shoes. I crossed my legs femininely at the knee. This entire charade was utterly de-masculinizing... but, I admit I liked the way my legs rubbed together in hose. I kept staring at my reflection in the microwave door. I liked the way my eyes looked in makeup... so much sharper... prettier.

On the other hand, my heart was pounding so hard, I felt like I was going to have a stroke! Wearing lingerie in bed or a dress in the house was one thing, but what if Jody wanted me to go out to dinner this way? How far did she plan to take this?

It was one thing for her to experiment with her sexuality in the privacy of our own home, but the thought of stepping outside into the real world dressed as the opposite sex... my hands trembled as I made a salad. People would laugh. What if one of our co-workers saw me? The neighbors? Or Nancy!?

By the time Jody was finished with her calls and we were sitting down at the dinner table, I felt like a nervous wreck.

"One last touch," Jody said, lighting the candles on the dining room table and dimming the lights. "There. That's more romantic."

As we sat and ate, Jody never looked happier. "I am so proud of you," she said. "You've come such a long way in these past few days."

I sipped my ice tea and frowned. "I hardly feel proud of myself. You're stripping away everything it took me a lifetime to build."

My wife considered this. "Yes, stripping away all the bullshit and getting to the real person underneath."

"You really think this is who I am?" I asked incredulously,

Jody sipped her wine and smiled. "Let's go upstairs... and get ready for bed. I think this next chapter is going to answer your question."

After I'd done the dishes, I found Jody in bed wearing a black with blue lace merry widow, with Edith Scarsdale's book on her lap. On my side of the bed she'd laid out a short red teddy with red garters and red fishnet hose.

"You have a thing about garter belts," I said, stepping out of my summer dress.

Jody blushed slightly. "I love the way your legs feel in stockings."

I quickly washed up, and donned my new pair of lingerie and climbed into bed with my wife. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and opened the book.

"Where were we?" I asked nervously.

"Chapter five," Jody said. "You read."

I scanned the title and read, "Chapter five... Taking Charge in Bed: The Strapon..."

At first as I began reading, I wasn't even sure what a strapon was. It quickly became apparent that it was harness worn by a woman with an attaching dildo.

"When a woman uses a strapon penis on her submissive male, it completely and forevermore reverses their roles in the bedroom. The woman now becomes the Dominant, the aggressor, and the male becomes the submissive, receiver. For most women, using a strapon on her mate, gives her a tremendous feeling of superiority. And, the male that submits to such treatment, will be meek and subservient to his wife from that moment onward, both inside and outside the bedroom..."

When we were done reading, without a word Jody pulled aside the bed covers, to reveal she was wearing a black leather strapon harness, with a very formidable, flesh colored, 8" cock.

"It's big, isn't it?" Jody chuckled, as she wrapped her hand around the base of a very lifelike looking dildo. With a grin, she stroked her hand up and down, like it was really alive.

"Please Jody, not this. Anything but this!"

Jody threw aside the covers, and tugged my panties down and off. "Even if I let you out of your cage for a while... how about that... will you go quietly then?"

"Look, this just isn't right!" I cried.

Still, I did not resist as Jody took the key from her necklace and unlocked the CB-2000. I was free at last!

My wife placed the pieces of the chastity belt carefully on the night stand, then turned to me, and began stroking my shrunken flesh. Quickly it sprang to life, and was throbbing in her grasp.

She pulled me to her, and turned to face me, so that our cocks touched. She rubbed them together... stroked them together... comparing her size to mine.

"I'm twice your size... and a lot thicker... feel it," she said.

Whimpering, my hand joined her hand... our two hands stroked and fondled our two penises together. It was true, as mine lay their on top of hers, mine looked petite in comparison...hers looked much more manly...

Jody rolled on top of me, and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the love in my heart that I felt for this beautiful, powerful, incredible woman. I felt so happy just to be paired with her... that it really mattered little how we expressed our love... the important thing was – that we loved.

She knelt between my outstretched thighs. The thing between her legs waved side to side like a long-necked giraffe. "I want to make love to you."

My eyes pleaded with her to stop. "I don't understand... I'm not a woman, I'm a man..."

My wife lifted my ankles, and pressed them over my head, raising my bottom off the bed – and right in line with her strapon.

"Maybe we've had it backwards all these years," she whispered. "Maybe you're really the woman... and I'm really the man."

Things were happening too fast. I panicked. I struggled to close my knees and protect myself. The next thing I knew Jody and I were wrestling in bed. Even though Jody is bigger than I am, I'd always taken it for granted that as the man, I was stronger.

I learned differently that night.

My wife pinned me to the bed, and holding me down with just one hand, she used her free hand to restraint my hands to the headboard with her leather cuffs. When I still continued to resist her by closing my knees tightly together, she pried them apart and said, "Stop! Or I will cuff your ankles to the headboard too, and I don't think you're going to like that."

I stopped struggling, and let my legs go limp. She lifted them, placing my ankles over her shoulders. ... a position that left my bottom raised in the air, totally exposed and utterly vulnerable. She lay her well-endowed penis along the crack of my ass. The head nudged my balls.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried tearfully.

"Now, now darling, don't cry," Jody said wiping my face. "Or your mascara will run."

Smiling lustfully, Jody coated her fingers with KY jelly and began smearing it around my virginal portal. I cringed as she touched me there. I expected her to plunge inside, but she took her time, massaging and rubbing the tiny opening... then finally easing her forefinger... digit by digit inside me... rubbing lubricant inside me... loosening me for what was to come next....

As I lay there beneath her, watching her coat her prodigious weapon with KY till it glistened, I thought, it was one thing to dress like Jody's wife, but something quite else to be used sexually as a woman.

"Please Jody, I'm begging you as your husband... do not humiliate me this way!"

Jody placed the fat head against my tiny opening. "Why not my darling? You made love to me this way for thirteen years. Is that what you thought you were doing to me... humiliating me... when you penetrated me?"

With that Jody leaned her weight down on the base of her strapon phallus. My here-to-fore untouched anus parted as the fat helmet-shaped head forced its way inside.

"It hurts!" I screamed. "It's too big! Take it out!"

"The head is not even all the way in," Jody said gritting her teeth, applying more pressure. She lowered her weight, pushing the head inside me, till we both felt something pop.

"OH MY!" I cried. My center, my very core felt stretched to the ripping point.

"Just relax... deep breaths," my wife said. "We're in. I'll go slow."

"No Jody! NO MORE!"

To prevent further protests, my wife took my black panties and stuffed them in my mouth. As I screamed shrilly into my gag, she continued lowering her wait down on my bottom... inch after inch of thick cock slowly disappeared inside my ass.

Beneath her, I bucked and struggled, trying to pull my hips as far away as possible... but bound as I was to the bed, there was just no escaping her assault.

"Calm down now darling, calm down," Jody soothed. Her face looked boiled like a lobster. She glistened with a sheen of perspiration that glistened across her body like golden glitter.

She growled throatily as her plastic balls finally landed flush against my flesh.

"There we go... it's all the way in."

Unable to speak, all I could do was scream into my gag. I felt like I'd just been stabbed by the handle of a hammer. Her cock was so big, so hard, my tender inner lining felt stretched to the breaking point. I writhed and struggled, moaning and groaning uncontrollably beneath her.

Thankfully Jody paused, removed my panties from my mouth, and leaning forward kissed me passionately.

"Please take it out," I pleaded. "At least just for a minute! Just give me time to get used to it... it HURTS!"

My wife covered my face with kisses. "I know my darling. This is good. Now you know how a woman feels. When a girl loses her virginity, she has to expect to experience some pain. It's all a part of it. You may not like it in the beginning. Just the way I did not like it all those years ago. But I guarantee you my darling... that I am enjoying this more than anything we ever did in the past. I could not love you more, than I do right now... my beautiful Deena."

Jody's eyes looked wild. Never had I seen her look so powerful or so full of energy. Slowly she began grinding her clitoris against the base of her strapon, sending ripples of pleasure rippling throughout her body. Whenever she moved, she thrust the strapon back and forth inside me, making me flinch and shriek in pain.

"Oh God, I love this," she gasped.

Jody lifted her pelvis, drawing her long cock from the depths of my inner passage, making me cry piteously as it felt like she was ripping out my insides. For a split second she paused, poised above me... her cock completely withdrawn except for the head.

Like a dancer, she undulated her hips forward, driving her cock in and out of me... With each thrust I writhed and moaned, and tried to keep myself from screaming out at the top of my lungs.

I felt my entire world turned upside down... this was the complete opposite of our old love-making... not only with my wife on top, playing the aggressive role... but we were both unable keep quiet. I'd never seen my wife so expressive... so involved... so completely immersed in what she was doing... undulating her pussy against my bottom... turning herself on... making herself crazy. Her face lit up with an expression of power and pleasure unlike I'd ever seen on her face before.

As I watched her through slitted lids, in agony as I was, the look on her face was so angelic... so beautiful... I felt like I was seeing a side of Jody I'd never seen before... maybe it was the real her coming out. Whatever it was, even though it was not pleasurable for me, I fell in love all over again with my wife... and knew in that instant, that even if it meant submitting to her this way... if it gave her pleasure... if I got to see her moaning with such intense joy... it was worth sacrificing my booty.

As my wife got closer to orgasm, and really got down to business and began a fucking cadence, she shifted above me, sending her long shaft across my most sensitive prostate, turning my wails of pain into a surprised squeal of delight.

Jody's eyes widened as she saw a rush of pleasure float across my features.

"You like it right there," she said rubbing her cock back and forth against my semen filled gland, making me thrash beneath her – not with pain, but this time in embarrassed ecstasy.

"I think I found your g-spot," my wife chuckled. She pulled her cock almost entirely from her body, and thrust it back hard, lustily enthralled by the high pitched shrieks of delight that were coming out of me.

The way Jody's cock pressed against my prostate, it was tapping the boiling steam that had been percolating inside of me for the last five days.

All this time, I had been so overwhelmed by what Jody was doing to my ass, that I'd forgotten that I was free from the CB-2000. My poor lifeless penis bounced and slapped around between my legs like boiled fettuccini.

As Jody fucked me, she grabbed my balls, and began squeezing them... pumping them with each pump of her strapon. As she did so, my little manhood slowly lifted its head and stiffened.

My wife grinned down at me. "Don't try to tell me you're not enjoying this my darling. Your little soldier gives you away."

As she continued to grind against my backside and squeeze my balls.. a drop of clear white cum began to drip from the uretha. For some reason the sight of my little erection drove Jody wild. She gasped and thrust harder and harder... her beautiful wife's face contorting as her orgasm approached.

She was close. So close she was losing all control, fucking me harder than I think she even realized. She gave me such a pounding I found myself screaming in both pain and pleasure... and probably would have cum myself if she didn't have such a death grip on my testicles... which strangled any chance of ejaculation.

Later Jody would tell me that the look of rapture on my face sparked her orgasm and pushed her over the edge. She erupted like a volcano. Her entire body flailed... then froze... as if she was trying to hold on to the moment... like she didn't want to let it go. Then she collapsed, falling like a dynamited building on top of me.

Poor me, laying there, wrists cuffed to the headboard, my legs spread like a Y... my knees pinned to my chest... with my 130 pound wife laying like a dead weight on top of me... her eternally erect cock of hers still deeply embedded... pushing against my prostate like it was a button... causing a steady stream of sticky gel to ooze from the tip to form a clear bead on my belly.

"Please let me free," I begged her in a whisper.

She didn't even hear me. She was still so far out in the cosmos, riding the crest of her orgasm... that she had no idea that I was groaning in painful frustration beneath her.

Half awake, still in a dazed stupor, my wife reached up to the headboard and freed me from the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, so that I could let down my arms and legs. As I did so, she kept her cock firmly embedded inside me, turning me onto my side, so that she was behind me. With a sigh deep enough to blow out a candle, she snuggled up against my back, and hugged me tight.

As soon as my hands were free, they went right to my penis. I needed to cum so badly! Jody had me so turned on, more turned on that I'd ever been in my whole life. I had to cum!

Suddenly realizing what I was trying to do, Jody slapped at my hands. When I didn't comply, she grabbed both my hands, and twisted them behind my back.

"Please let me cum," I begged, red-faced. After being taken thus, was it any wonder that I had no shame? I'd never, ever masturbated before in front of my wife, but in that moment, I would have done so gladly. A room full of people could not have stop this orgasm... I had to have it.

"I don't have to do a thing," my wife said simply. "I am going to tease you for as long as I want... because it gives me great pleasure to hear you screaming and moaning like that... that was hot."

"If you're not going to let me cum," I whimpered, "then please take that thing out of me! You're only making it worse!"

Jody snuggled up close behind my back, and pressed her hips against my backside, making sure her strapon remained fully within my boy pussy. She pushed my long black hair out of the way and nuzzled her nose up against the back of my neck. "I am going to fuck you... all night tonight."

"Please Jody, enough is enough!"

She chuckled as she began to grind her pelvis against my upturned bottom, sliding her long shaft back and forth against my prostate, making me gasp and squirm in her arms.

She whispered in the back of my ear, "What, you don't like it when I make love to you like this?"

"You're driving me crazy!" I cried. "I would like it a whole lot more if you would only let me cum!"

"What are you talking about?" Jody said, feeling between my legs... discovering that my little penis was still fully aroused. She played with the sticky puddle on my belly, rubbing it into my skin. "You've been cumming all night. You're as wet as I am." With her slick hand she massaged my balls and stroked my cock – once – only once. Then let go of me.

"Oh my God! Stop teasing me like that! Please, I'm begging you, just let me cum this once," I cried.

"No," Jody said, cuddling up behind me, continuing to undulate against my bottom. "I've always fantasized about how it would be like to have a lover who could keep it up all night... and make love to me for hours on end." She whispered, "Don't you love the way my cock stays so hard?" She slapped my bare ass. "Your little peter used to come so fast. Just when I would be starting to feel something... you'd shoot... and the show would be over You don't know how many nights you came inside me and immediately fell asleep leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied. Too many times!"

Once more she touched my rigid erection, but with just a single finger... ever so lightly. I thrust my hips forward, trying to rub my penis against her hand. Her fingers danced away.

"You need to learn some self control my darling. Now don't move. I'm going to put your little soldier back in his cage."

"Oh no Jody! You can't do that!!"

Jody continued to grind her cock back and forth inside me, making my entire body tremble in her arms... as she reached over me to the night stand, where she picked up the pieces of the CB-2000.

"This is paybacks for the last thirteen years. I am going to tease you, and frustrate you like you did me."

While I whimpered and sobbed, my wife closed the plastic ring about my balls and forced my rigid member back into the clear plastic sheath.

My cries turned to shrieks of pain as my erection refused to go down, and would not fit into the hood of the CB-2000. Undeterred, Jody forced the chastity device down on my flesh... even though it would not fit... she made it fit... my poor tortured flesh pressed tight against the bars, and I twisted and cried as she fit the pins into their holes and snapped the little padlock shut.

"Just one more day my darling," she said with a parting peck on my shoulder. "And it's Friday."

Wrapping her arms around my waist, and leaning her cheek against my back... with her strapon still firmly inside me, my wife wished me good night and promptly drifted off to sleep.

With her 8" cock in me, and my groin throbbing in frustration... there was no way I was going to be able to go to sleep without relieving myself! But how?

I waited till my wife's chest rose and fell regularly, telling me she was in deep slumberland... then moving my hands slowly, cautiously... I began to tug at the clear plastic cage. When I did, it only pulled the ring around my balls up tighter, increasing my agony! I needed to relax. I needed to let the swelling to down. Get as small as possible. Yes, that's it. I was talking my erection down. Down boy. Heel.

One of the things that had me painfully aroused was Jody's strapon cock rubbing right up against my prostate. I had to get off her cock. She'd been inside me for so long, I was beginning to get sore!

Slowly... carefully, I inched my body up the bed and off Jody's strapon. It took ten minutes of slow... sometimes painful movement, but eventually Jody's thick monster plopped out and lay nestled like a sticky snake within the crack of my ass.

Finally my own little penis deflated and relaxed. Once everything had shrunken down and my crotch seemed to be dozing along with my wife, quite carefully, I began to pull my soft flesh through the ring... first one testicle... then the other. I sighed as I slid the barred cage off the shaft. I was free! Now if I could just quietly masturbate...

"Just what do you think you are doing missy!?"

Just as my warm sweaty palm closed around my still tiny cock, Jody gripped my wrist in an iron-like vice and twisted my arm behind my back.

"Don't you dare!"

"Jody, please," I whined. "It isn't fair! I need to cum too!" She couldn't see my left hand, the hand under my side. I quietly slipped my left hand around my penis. It sprouted quickly between my fingers to full blossom. I'd been denied for so long, just a couple of pumps and...

My wife sat up in bed, shocked by the discovery that I was out of the CB-2000.

"Oh you horny little bitch!" my wife exclaimed. She spotted my left hand around my penis, and twisted this arm away too. "What am I going to have to do, cuff you to the bed?"

Even though it was well after midnight, and Friday was a work day, Jody turned on the light, and climbed from the bed. Thankfully she suddenly seemed to find her strapon harness a pain, and she removed it, leaving it on her dresser. I watched as she found her paddle, and yanking me out of bed, she sat in an armless chair and threw me across her lap. She gave me 25. Twenty-five viciously hard swats. By the end of which I was an utter mess. Snot bubbled from my nose and I blubbered uncontrollably about how sorry I was.

Jody looked down at me, and for a moment a look of pity drifted across her eyes. I sensed that her new found power in bed was almost like a drug, and that she was rapidly discovering how much she loved dominating me. Almost gently she led me back to bed, where she took me in her arms, and patted my head comfortingly.

Maybe it was the fact that we'd never had children. Maybe it was her mothering instincts coming alive. She pulled my face to her breasts and placed one of her nipples in my mouth, urging me to suck. Opening my mouth I mouthed her teat like a baby nursing from its mother.

My wife kissed the top of my head, saying, "Now my little darling, you must learn to behave yourself." As I whimpered and continued to nurse on her nipple, my wife refit the CB-2000 around my tiny, frightened member, and locked it back in place. "The next time you take this off, you'll receive 50 from my paddle. Then 75. Then 100."

She turned out the light, wrapped her arms around me, and promptly fell fast asleep once again. Still frustrated, but also quite drained by my wife's spanking, with my face between her breasts I finally slept too.

Thursday I woke hungrier for sex than I had ever been in my entire life!

My entire body throbbed with the knowledge that I would have to wait another 24 hours before the damnable cage would finally come off, and I would finally be allowed to have an orgasm.

Perhaps it was the fact that I'd never been denied before, that made being placed in chastity so frustrating. Normally we only had sex once a week anyway. Admittedly, there were times when Jody wasn't around that I masturbated, but only about once a week. It wasn't like I was jerking off every day like I used to when I was younger. It was purely a matter of being denied the freedom of having an orgasm whenever I wanted one, that made me want one all the more.

Thankfully since we were going to work, Jody had to let me put on men's clothing. After just a day in women's clothes, it felt good to put on a pair of boxer briefs and my normal khaki's and button-down shirt. I felt like me again. Denny Crowe.

Sitting at my desk at work, it was almost impossible to concentrate. Especially when Jody would walk by and give me one of her secret smiles. At lunch in the cafeteria, she sat beside me, and couldn't seem to keep her hands off me. Under the table her fingers roamed up and down my pant leg, even feeling the CB-2000, "To make sure you're behaving," she whispered.

As soon as we got home from work Jody insisted that I get out of my boy clothes and cook dinner wearing a pair of women's flare jeans and a halter top that left my mid-riff bare.

"What difference does it matter what I wear?" I said.

"Exactly," Jody agreed. "Wearing a bra and panties is no big deal. I don't know why you're fighting me. You must like being over my knee."

Flustered, not wanting to know what 50 swats from her paddle felt like, I did as I was told and changed into my new feminine attire and cooked dinner. Later, after I'd finished with the dishes, we went into the den to watch TV. Turning on the DVD player, Jody announced she'd rented a movie, and so we watched "Brokeback Mountain."

As we snuggled together on the sofa, with Jody in the more masculine position, with her arm around me, and my head on her shoulder, she asked, "Have you ever been with a man?"

"Jody! Of course not! You know I'm not gay!"

My wife chuckled as she played with my breasts under my halter top. "Yes, but haven't you ever wondered what it might be like... to have a man inside you?"

"Please Jody! I don't want to go there! I like you! I like women!"

"Yes darling, but you have to admit, when I made love to you last night... you loved it. I was just curious if you've been thinking how the real thing might feel."

"I didn't love it! What choice did I have?!"

"Oh, don't play coy with me. I heard you moaning. I saw how excited you got. Why were you trying so hard to masturbate if you weren't excited?"

"That's just because you've been teasing me for days, and you've got this damn chastity belt on me. You have me so frustrated and confused I don't know what I'm doing anymore!"

I don't know if it was the movie or our discussion, but when we climbed into bed, Jody took off all her clothes, and naked, pulled on her strapon harness once more.

I sat in bed in one of my new outfits, a pink, silk camisole with matching silk panties, hugging my knees to my chin. "Please Jody! No more! Enough!"

"Give me your hands," she said. Once more she cuffed my wrists to the headboard. "Come on now. I want you on your hands and knees."

Smiling smugly, my wife climbed into bed. Her huge phallus slapped back and forth between her thighs like the trunk of an elephant. "Get on all fours for me. I want to do it doggie style."

Whimpering, knowing that I could not win, I did as I was told. As I assumed the position she wanted. With my red hot face in a cool pillow, I knelt before my wife with my bottom up. She lifted the hem of my teddy up over my back and peeled down my panties to my knees.

I listened as she squirted KY jelly onto her 8" monster. The greasy head nudged at my sore little opening, eliciting a gasp from me. With her hands on my hips, she slid her cock up and down the crack of my ass, and nudged the back of my hairless balls.

I kept waiting for her to ravage me, but she took her time. Too much time. She kept rubbing the head against my sore little opening... but instead of shoving it inside me, she kept pulling away... continuing to slide her lifelike phallus up and down the crack of my ass.

Having been denied all week, and teased on top of it, incredibly, I found myself pushing back against her strapon... actually wanting her inside me! Just to have any sexual contact at all... even my wife fucking me... was better than nothing at all. Or so my body reasoned, as I began yearning for her to take me.

Jody chuckled. "Noo... you don't like getting fucked, do you. Look at you. Pushing your ass back on my dick. Tell me you want it."

"No," I moaned. "I won't." But my body betrayed me, grinding back against my wife's pelvis.

She laughed delightedly. Finally she positioned the head of her hard cock against my sissy hole, and pressed her hips forward, prying apart my tender opening open like a steel wedge splitting a block of wood. I shrieked in pain and humiliation into the pillow. But instead of continuing to drive her cock deeper, she pulled it out with a pop, and began sliding it up and down the crack of my ass once more.

I moaned in disappointment, and found myself moving my bottom, trying to line up my rectum with the tip of her weapon. Incredibly amused by this new game, Jody avoided contact with my anus, teasing me ever further, till I was whining in frustration.

With a laugh, Jody thrust her cock back inside me once more. I gasped and sighed in pain and pleasure. But instead of sliding deeper, Jody kept her hands on my hips and her cock stationary inside me, till once more, I was pushing back against her, trying to take more of her cock inside me. Chuckling, Jody pulled her hips back, removing her cock again, and sliding it up and down the crack of my ass, till I was trembling in frustration and desire.

"Please!" I groaned.

"Please what?"

"Please... please make love to me!"

"I want you to beg me to fuck you. Come on. Beg. Beg for my hard cock up your tight little ass."

Jody had me so twisted, so out of sorts, so upside down, that I did! I began pleading with her. I was so frustrated, any contact, even if it meant bearing the shame of her penetrating me, rather than me penetrating her – I would take it, just to feel connected with the woman I loved.

Ever so slowly, she began feeding me her cock. Just the head, than an inch of the thick shaft... then back, withdrawing entirely from my anus, leaving me moaning and begging for more. The fact that I was so verbal, so loud, so unable to hide what her hard cock did to me, urged her onward. She loved it. She loved hearing me gasp as she fed me more of her cock, and she loved hearing me cry in frustration every time she pulled out of my ass.

Then suddenly, without warning she thrust her hips forward sharply, driving all eight inches in completely, filling me to the brim, driving a high pitched scream from me. Leaning against my backside, keeping me impaled, she picked up her leather wrist restraints from the nightstand and bound my wrists to the headboard once more.

"Let's have a little fun," she said taking her key from her necklace and unlocking the CB-2000.

I almost wept with joy to be released. Finally! She was going to let me cum! Or was she just going to tease me again like she had the night before!?

Once I was free, Jody merely began slowly rocking her hips back and forth, driving her cock in and out of me. Still on all fours, I looked down between my legs, watching her huge cock hammering my ass like a battering ram, while my poor soft little penis waved back and forth between my open thighs like three purple grapes.

"Oh please Jody, please let me cum," I begged, struggling to pull my hands from the wrist restraints. "Please just let me touch myself!"

"What, like this?" my wife asked. As she continued to slap her pelvis against my buns, she reached between my legs and fondled my penis. My cock immediately grew to full length at her slightest touch.

But instead of masturbating me, she caressed me lightly, and then her hand was gone, leaving me groaning and pleading for more. Every few seconds she continued her game, grinding her cock into me, while softly teasing my oozing member.

After making love to me for what felt like an hour, finally I heard my wife's chest rumble as her orgasm drew near. Letting go of my throbbing 4" erection, she gripped my hips with both hands and thrust harder and deeper than before, eventually punctuating her orgasm with three final, long, hard thrusts.

Weakened by an extremely powerful orgasm, she collapsed on top of me, driving me to the bed, where I lay on my tummy, trying to rub my erection against the sheets and cause my own eruption.

When she regained her senses, my wife withdrew her strapon from my ass, and slapped at my bottom, ordering me to stop moving. "Stop! You're not coming until Friday."

"It's almost midnight!" I cried, trying frantically to spasm against the mattress. I was so close! Just a few seconds more and I would explode...

"Stop!" she said grabbing her cold drink from the night stand, and placing the ice cubes against my throbbing member.

I shrieked in agony as she pressed ice against my balls until finally my erection faltered and fell. In tears, sobbing with frustration, I whined and complained as she refit the CB-2000 around my poor, tortured manhood.

Once I was back in my chastity device she snuggled up beside me, kissed me on the lips, and bid me good night.

"You're not even going to free my hands!?" I cried.

"Not after the way you behaved last night, sneaking out of your chastity cage," she said with a laugh. "No way missy. You stay tied to the headboard tonight."

"How will I ever sleep like this!" I wailed. Groaning, I tried pumping my restrained member against her side, but it was no use. I couldn't orgasm. Not like this.

I spent the next hour tossing and turning, while my wife slept quite soundly beside me. Whimpering and sobbing, eventually I too drifted off to sleep.

By Friday morning, I felt like I was going out of my mind. When we awoke and Jody freed my hands, I begged her to please take the CB-2000 off. "It's Friday!" I said.

"Calm down missy, calm down," Jody chuckled as she climbed from bed. "You'll get your turn this evening."

"I can't wait that long!" I said bouncing up and down on the bed like a child. "You promised! You have to take this thing off me right now!" I demanded, kneeling on the bed in my pink camisole.

Jody just waved her hand at me and laughed. "Patience my darling." She went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower to prepare for the work day.

Wanting desperately to slip off the CB-2000, but afraid of Jody's paddle, I fretted and fussed and paced about the office all day nervously. I was so keyed up I could hardly sit still. Undoubtedly my work was suffering, because no matter how hard I tried, I just could not concentrate on my computer screen.

When 5:00 p.m. finally came and we were driving home from work, I asked anxiously, "When are you going to take it off? When!?"

"Relax my pet," Jody said glancing at me from the driver's wheel. "It's going to be a few more hours yet. We're going to a party tonight."

"A party?" I asked incredulously. That meant more waiting!

"Yes at Nancy's. She's having a special little get together for some of the Dominant women in her group. And she wants us to come."

"Why do I have to go?" I asked nervously. A party at Nancy's? With a bunch of Dominant women?

"You'll see. There's going to be one other submissive there too. A woman named Betsy is bringing her husband... Nick... or Nicole, I guess."

"I really don't think I want to go to something like that..." I stammered.

"Oh, but I've already told Nancy that you're coming, and she's got a special present for you," Jody grinned. "Don't be nervous. You're going to be the belle of the ball. I want you to wear your black velvet dress. I'm going to help you with your makeup and your hair. I want you to look cute."

"Jody! NO!" I said putting my foot down in the car. "I am not about to go to Nancy O'Hara's house wearing a dress! This has gone just about far enough! I want to go home! I want you to take this damn thing off me! And I want to make love to you, like a real husband should!"

Jody burst out laughing hysterically. "My, what a performance missy. You're really becoming quite the little actress. Don't make me pull the car over... right here... and give you a spanking."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh I wouldn't!?" Jody pulled the car off the main highway into one of our town's busy parks. It was a large park, filled with ball fields, trees, and pavilions for picnics. A lot of people used the park to jog or play basketball and softball. There were dozens of people strolling the path through the park. Jody parked the car, and was about to get out and drag me to one of the picnic benches, when I caved in.

"Okay, okay!" I cried. "I'll go to the party! I'll go! Just don't spank me in public... please."

"I should give you 50 just for arguing with me."

"Not here! Please, not here," I said softly, eyes downcast submissively.

Jody reached out and ran her fingers through my long hair. "You'll put on the new black lingerie set, with the garter belt that I bought for you, with a pair of stockings and your new heels."

"Yes dear," I said humbly.

"That's much better," my wife said pulling the car out of the parking lot and back onto the road heading towards home.

"It's just that I'm scared," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. Me in a dress. In a room full of aggressive women. I didn't even want to think what Nancy might be planning.

My wife looked at me kindly. "Darling, don't worry. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I won't let anyone hurt you. This is all just a part of our new lifestyle. That's all. Don't you worry about a thing. Tonight is going to be the start of a whole new chapter in our lives. It's going to be special, and Nancy is only trying to help. You'll see."

I gulped. I didn't trust Nancy O'Hara for a minute! I prayed Jody knew what she was getting us into – because I certainly didn't have a clue!

When we got home and we both were getting dressed for the party, Jody asked, "Do you want to know what chapter six in Edie Scarsdale's book is called?"

"I'm afraid to look," I said pulling my nylons up my legs and hooking them to my garter belts

Dressed in a red camisole top and a new pair of black leather pants she'd bought, Jody picked up the book and opened it, reading, "Chapter six... Humbling Him Through Humiliation."

She flipped through the pages, and began reading, "Some submissive men find it sexually arousing to be humiliated by women. What might seem cruel to most people, can be extremely erotic to a submissive male, and will transport him into what is called sub-space. When you attack a man verbally by making fun of his penis, you are beating down his male ego, which makes it easier for his submissive side to rise to the surface. The easiest way to find out if a man is aroused by this type of treatment, is if he becomes erect while you are humiliating him in front of others. Do you want me to go on?"

"No, I've heard enough!" I said stepping into my black velvet dress.

Jody grinned, and put the book aside. "Goodness, don't you look lovely! You've got such a slender figure... and those legs."

I looked in the full length mirror behind our bedroom door. Jody was right. She'd done my face with a bit more eye makeup than before, my lips were a bright shade of pink, and she'd done my long hair up in a French twist with a clip in the back.

"Jody, you're not going to humiliate me in front of all the people at this party tonight... You wouldn't... would you?"

My wife took up a position behind me. In heels she stood taller than I did. She leaned her chin on my shoulder, and with a sparkle in her eyes, hugged my waist. "Of course darling. You're looking so hot, I'm going to strip you down in front of the entire room, and do you doggie style on Nancy O'Hara's coffee table. Come, let's go."

"Nancy! Don't joke like that!" I blushed hotly, remembering how she'd made love to me the night before. She was joking... wasn't she?

Jody fit a diamond necklace over my collarbone and clasped it behind my neck. "Put these on." She handed me a pair of real diamond earrings. I took out the little silver studs from my freshly pierced ears, and put on the glittering stones. The jewelry definitely added a classy finishing touch to my outfit. Although I was terrified about the thought of actually going outside in public dressed like this, I had to admit, I looked surprisingly good.

My wife drove us across town to Nancy's house. As she drove, she couldn't take her eyes off me. "You look so adorable with your hair up. With your little black dress... your necklace and earrings sparkling in the moonlight... you look like you're heading to the Oscars. I'm going to have to beat those women off you... I know it."

"Jody, please don't let them do anything to me! Just the fact that I am going to the party dressed as a woman... this is quite humiliating enough."

Jody chuckled. "You are such a nervous nellie."

"Why are you doing this!? Our life was fine the way it was before."

"Oh pooh," my wife said making a face. "Our life was boring. Our sex life was completely and utterly limp. You have to admit darling, Edie Scarsdale's book has injected a whole new energy and excitement into our lives, hasn't it?"

I sat there glumly holding my purse, unwilling to admit she was right. "Exciting for you maybe... I'm scared to death! I can't believe I'm even dressed this way, and we're going to a woman's party. We both should be committed to an insane asylum."

Jody glanced at me again. She was definitely having a hard time keeping her eyes on the road. "I'm crazy about you, darling. You look cute. You're practically one of the girls now. Now fix your lipstick. We're almost there."

There were at least a dozen cars parked out front of Nancy's suburban 2-story home. Beside selling adult items, she was actually a doctor, a big shot surgeon at City Hospital. Her house was huge, on a five acre lot, with a long, windy driveway, jammed with Jaguars, Mercedes and BMW's.

I climbed from the passenger's side, my ankles wobbling in my new 3" heels. Jody came around the car and took my hand, leading me through the maze of vehicles parked in the street.

Before we got to the door, my wife pulled me into her arms, kissed me ever so lightly – so that our lipstick wouldn't smear, and said, "No matter what happens tonight my darling, just remember that I love you dearly."

With a smile, she led me to the front door and pushed the doorbell. I stood there, heart pounding, wondering what on earth I was in for...

Betsy's husband, Nicole, a 45-year old crossdresser wearing an old fashioned black and white maid's uniform, answered the door. She ushered us into the foyer, and as I walked past her, I brushed against several layers of crinolines pushing up her short skirt almost in a tutu around her waist. Her garter belts were quite visible, as were a pair of very skinny legs in 3" black patent leather pumps.

"Come in, come in," Nicole said, trying to disguise his masculine voice in a higher register.

"You must be Nicole," Jody said smiling.

"Yes, and you must be Mistress Jody." The crossdresser dropped to the floor, and planted a kiss on each of my wife's shoes. As she did so, I noticed that her hair, a huge red beehive, was obviously a wig.

"And you must be Ms Deena," the crossdresser said on his knees looking up at me admiringly. "You look delicious."

"Thank you," I whispered uncertainly.

"Come," Jody said. She took my hand and held it up in the air. Trying not to falter on my heels, I followed her lead, feeling like a prize chihuahua being led on a leash.

I followed my wife through a 2-story foyer with a magnificent winding staircase and balcony, through an arched hall made of stone, into a great room with a high peaked, cathedral ceiling. Overhead stretched wooden beams dripping with hanging plants. A fire crackled in a stone fireplace, and the stars twinkled overhead through several skylights.

At first it was hard to make out how many people were in the room. The lights were dimmed, and the bookshelves on the walls sparkled with candles. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw about a dozen women of all ages, shapes, sizes and nationalities, standing or sitting about the room's pit of plush couches. Each lady looked quite refined. The candlelight and moonlight combined to put a glow into their jewelry that made me feel like I was stepping into the midst of a group of maenads about to conduct the midsummer night's eve rites of spring.

Every eye turned to face us as Jody led me into the room.

My college nemesis Nancy stood in front of the fireplace, showing the ladies the latest adult fashions. Sprinkled on a coffee table before here were nipple clamps, riding crops, and a large black 10" dildo!

"Ah, the juicy Ms. Jody and our guest of honor, the divinely delectable Deena." To the crossdresser maid, she said, "Nicole, fetch Jody a glass of wine."

Playing the gracious hostess to the hilt, Nancy introduced us to each of the women present, "The Baronessa Betsy," Nicole's wife, "Brenda, Jen, Lady Margaret..."

The Baronessa Betsy wore a little crown among her Dolly Parton style platinum blonde hair... Brenda had her hair snatched back tightly from her face, wore dark glasses and dressed like an attorney... Jen couldn't have been any more than 24, and looked as cute as a model in her short black leather mini skirt and black gogo boots.

Each was extremely well dressed, manicured and coifed, and holding a glass of wine. Their reactions to me varied with their hairdos and their outfits. Some smiled merrily, others giggled, one even grabbed my breast, wanting to know "if they were real."

Our hostess took my purse from me, handed it to Nicole, and taking me by the hand, with Jody holding my other hand, the two of them led me to the front of the room where Nancy had been conducting her adult toy demonstration. "Come right up front my little darling." She and my wife exchanged glances. I gulped, knowing they were up to something.

They positioned me right in the front of the room, facing the crowd of black clad, Dominatrixs. As I stood there, trying not to tremble, well aware of the looks of expectation on every face in the room... Jody stepped behind me. With my hair in an up-doo, my neck was entirely open. She kissed me on the back of the neck... then removed my diamond necklace.

My wife draped a black leather collar about my neck. "My dear spouse...," she began, then said louder so all could hear. "Before this gathering... I offer you my collar to wear. Do you accept it of your own free will?"

Afraid to look the women in the room in the eye, I twisted my head around to look at my wife. "W-what does that m-mean exactly?"

Someone in the room chuckled, "She's not a complete bimbo."

"No she's not," Jody said smiling. "It means my darling, that once you accept my collar... you give up your free will... and agree to do exactly as I command... for the rest of your days."

"And w-what does that mean... exactly?" I practically whispered.

"It means that I shall treat you as most men in our society treat their wives. Our bank accounts will be in my name solely. You will quit your job at the office, and you will stay at home and take care of the house. You will take care of all of the laundry, cleaning, ironing, and yard work... I want you to plant a garden in the back yard... and to build us a deck and a hot tub on the back of the house. I want you to do all of the grocery shopping... clothes shopping... and I want you to start dressing like a proper wife should... in women's clothing... from this night forth." Her voice dropped to nearly a whisper, but everyone in the room heard her. "Now... do you... or do you not wish to accept my collar? I will not offer it again."

"And if I don't accept it?"

My wife never batted a lash. "I want a divorce."

Her expression looked so determined, I could no longer meet her gaze. I looked at the floor. My heart pounding, I didn't know what to do. To accept meant accepting all of Jody's insane demands... but not to accept meant losing the woman I loved...

"All right," I whispered. "Yes. I'll wear your collar."

"You want to wear my collar."

"Yes, I want to wear your collar." Glancing up at the faces around me, the majority were smugly satisfied by what was taking place before them. Another male bites the dust.

Turning to face Jody, I knelt down before her, and with bowed head, whispered, "Please I really do want to wear your collar... and I will wear it proudly. You know that I love you with all of my heart." Tears started to fill the corners of my eyes. "I promise to honor and obey you in all things. Always and forever. You know that I would do anything for you. Even if it means being your wife."

With tears in her own eyes, Jody fitted the collar around my neck, and locked it shut. Then she helped me to my feet and kissed me on the lips.

"You will never regret it," she said softly.

With that, my wife took the spaghetti straps on my shoulders... and pulled my dress down over my bra. As I watched horrified, she slid my black velvet dress over my hips, to fall in a puddle over my heels, revealing my garter belt and panties. My chastity device made an obvious bulge in my underwear, embarrassing me doubly.

The women in the room smiled, and the sissy Nicole seemed to have a mini heart attack. I felt like I stood at the center of a stage, with every spotlight trained on me, as I stood there turning red in front of a room full of a dozen people in just my lingerie.

Taking my hand, Jody bid me step out of my dress, which Nancy motioned for Nicole to pick up, which she did and hung on a hanger.

"Take off your panties," my wife commanded.

I gulped and looked at Jody, pleading with my eyes not to have to bear this humiliation in front of a room full of strangers.

"Do as you are told," Nancy said sternly, tapping a riding crop against her leg.

My entire body broke out in a sweat, and my chest pounded like I might have a heart attack, but I did as I was told... slowly sliding down my bikini panties. I felt every eye focus on the clear plastic cage of my CB-2000 framed as it was by my garter belt, garters, and nude hose.

My wife looked at me uncertainly for a minute, with a touch of sadness in her eyes. Nancy nodded to Jody, who suddenly did her impersonation of Vanna White. Jody took her necklace and used the tiny key to unlock the little padlock on my chastity device.

I whimpered as she took the pieces away. It was bad enough to have a roomful of women see me in chastity device, but even worse to be bottomless before their gaze.

When I tried to cover myself with my hands, Mistress Nancy's crop cracked the backs of my hands. "Hands at your sides," she said sternly.

Horrified, I did as I was commanded, feeling utterly exposed to public view.

Having been bound and restrained for most of the week, my poor confused nubbin of flesh looked like three purple grapes hanging from the juncture of my thighs.

"I've never seen one that small," chuckled the Baronessa.

"She's one of the girls all right," chuckled Brenda.

The pretty young model Jen, and the rest of the ladies smiled, smirked, or laughed out loud.

I looked at my wife, utterly humiliated. "Can I pull my panties up, please!?" I hissed.

"No my darling," Jody said softly. "It's Friday. You can cum now."

"What!?" I cried.

"I told you that you are allowed one orgasm a week. Now is your chance. Go ahead. You've been trying so hard to get your chastity belt off all week so you could masturbate. Now is your chance. And then it's going right back on, till next Friday."

Mistress Nancy and the other ladies grinned. Some even applauded and whistled, like I was about to give them a show.

I covered my privates with my hands. This time Mistress Nancy let me.

"Go ahead darling. You're not going to get another chance for quite some time."

I looked at the room full of faces watching my every moment, looked at the grinning Nancy and the jealous looking Nicole. For the first time I realized that her maid's skirt was short and held up with petticoats that revealed her own garter belts and CB-2000.

"Go ahead precious. You know you want to," said a middle-aged, matronly looking woman named Carla.

"Play with yourself," said a black accountant named Lill.

"Let's see how far you can squirt," chuckled Jen.

Locking eyes with my wife, I began to touch myself. Nothing happen. I was so frightened, no matter how badly I'd been waiting for this moment, I couldn't even become aroused. My manhood felt spongy and lifeless as a noodle between my fingers. I whimpered and trembled... as the room full of women continued to ridicule me.

"To be that tiny, and impotent too... what a perfect sissy," someone said.

I glanced at Nancy, who was smirking at me openly. I had a feeling she was thinking back to our time together in college when I'd failed to perform.

The moment I'd been waiting for all week, was about to slip through my fingers. Frantically, tears gliding down my cheeks, I pulled at myself frantically, wanting desperately to orgasm, knowing if I didn't I'd have to endure another week of chastity and torturous teasing.

Jody stepped closer, and shocked me by grabbing my bare ass cheek roughly. Her fingernails dug into my tender flesh, making me squeal.

"Close your eyes. Concentrate," she said softly. "Try to remember last night. Remember how excited you got when I was making love to you."

Doing as I was told, closing my eyes, thinking back to how my wife had teased me with her cock, suddenly I felt my penis begin to show some signs of life.

The women in the room applauded as suddenly my cock sprouted between my fingers like a daisy toward the sun.

"Oh look, it's getting bigger. It's standing straight up."

"Yes, but it's still petite. Quite dainty."

"It's so cute!"

"Don't pay them any mind," Jody cooed. "Keep playing with yourself. If you give me a nice big squirt... I'll reward you when we get home by making love to you... I want to see you sit on my cock this time... I want to watch you ride it my darling...riding up and down on my big hard cock..."

As she said this my wife continued to massage and play with my ass cheeks, even running her fingertips up and down the crack of my ass. When her fingernail flicked across my nether hole, my entire body just exploded.

As I began to tremble and stroke faster till my hand was a blur, the crossdresser Nicole quickly knelt down in front of me. She lifted her white apron, giving me a target to aim for...

It had been so long since my last ejaculation, and I'd been teased so unmercifully all week, that my orgasm was so powerful I nearly blacked out. Thick ribbons of cream shot from the tip like pearly white buckshot, spraying all over Nicole's apron. My knees buckled for a second and my ankles wobbled in my heels.

When I finally came back to reality, I realized the ladies in the room were all clapping and cheering. I stood there, breathing hard, my face turning fire engine red.

"Well, that didn't take long," Nancy chuckled.

Nicole remained on her knees before me, looking up at her wife the Baronessa expectantly.

"Clean her up," Betsy said.

Using a white towel stuck in her apron, still kneeling, the crossdresser wiped the goo from my hands, and before I knew what she was up to, she'd taken my soft shaft between her lips, and with one slurp, sucked the last droplets of semen from my cock.

Shocked by the feel of her warm mouth, knowing Nicole was really a man, I jumped back a step.

The women laughed, greatly entertained.

Smiling demurely, Nicole stood and curtsied, then moved away to refill the Baronessa and Brenda's wine glasses.

At that point Jody let me pull up my panties. "Do you want to wear your dress, or just your lingerie for the rest of the party?" my wife asked.

"My dress please!" I said, thankful that she gave me the choice.

For the rest of the evening, I clung to Jody's arm, as we mingled with the ladies. Most were actually very nice. All were quite intelligent, and held respectable jobs. Each was married to a submissive husband, most of whom were at home babysitting. All were very complimentary.

"You truly make a lovely girl," said the Baronessa. "I wish my Nicky had hair like yours, but unfortunately, under the wig he is bald. He does have nice legs though, doesn't he?"

Later, after most of the guests had gone, Jody, Nancy, the attorney Brenda and the model Jen stood in the kitchen chatting while I washed the wine glasses.

"You mentioned the CB-2000 hasn't been working," Nancy commented to my wife.

"It's not what I expected," Jody said. "She got out of it the other night. I didn't think she'd be able to escape so easily."

Nancy nodded. "Every male is built differently. It works fine for some. Others can escape quite easily. The only really foolproof chastity device is Lori's Tube."

"What's that?" my wife asked.

Brenda chimed in, saying, "My husband has one. It requires a piercing... something like a Prince Albert. Then you attach a metal tube to the ring. There's no escaping one of those. Laurence has been in his now three years without a problem."

"And how does you husband deal with it?" Jody asked.

"Oh he hated it at first," Brenda chuckled. "But it's like Edie Scarsdale says in her book. The only true way to make your husband completely and utterly submissive to you, is by controlling his cock."

"How often do you let him out?" Jen asked as she lounged against the kitchen counter. Among the women assembled, she was by far the prettiest. I found my eyes drawn to her, to her lithe form, and her cute black leather skirt and boots.

"At first I let him out every week. Then he'd throw a hissy fit or annoy me in some way, so I stretched it to two weeks, then three. Now I let him out just once a month." Brenda chuckled. "He gets five minutes to masturbate, and then he goes right back in."

"Don't you miss having sex?" Jen asked. "That's one thing, I don't intend of giving up."

Brenda glanced at Nancy, and exchanged a look. "You don't have to. Like Deena over there or Nicole, my husband's got a very small penis. He could never satisfy me that way to begin with. No, when I want sex, I have it with a bull."

"A bull?" Jen asked.

"Have you read Edie's chapter on Cuckolding?" Nancy asked. "It's all in there."

"Sounds interesting," my wife mused. "But where did you go to get the piercing?"

Nancy grinned. "I do them at my office. Or I can do them right here. I sell the tubes as well."

"Hmm..." my wife said. "Could you do one right now?"

The next thing I knew, the four women carted me off to Nancy's bedroom. Before I knew it, they'd stripped my dress and panties from me, and I was laying on my back on a huge king sized bed in just my bra, garter belt, stockings and heels... legs spread... with Jen holding one of my ankles and Brenda holding the other. Jody sat with my head in her lap, stroking my face.

"Jody, are you absolutely certain this is necessary?" I said trembling.

"It'll all be over in a minute," my wife purred.

I watched as Nancy pulled on a pair of rubber surgical gloves with a snap. She sat a tray of shiny instruments between my outstretched legs.

"Close your eyes darling," my wife said softly.

I did too. I couldn't watch.

Working rapidly, Nancy removed my CB-2000 and grasped my shriveled shaft. With one quick motion she punctured the urethra and fit a ring through the tip of my penis.

I shrieked in fear and pain. With a chuckle, Nancy fit a small metal tube over the shaft of my penis and locked the permanent chastity sheath to the ring at the tip.

When I opened my eyes, all four women were looking down at me smugly. I looked down at my poor member. The metal Lori's Tube looked much more serious than the plastic CB-2000. With the tube padlocked to the piercing in the head of my cock – there could be no escape!

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. My heart beat rapidly. Now I truly was Jody's captive. I looked at her with tears in my eyes, wondering if I end up like Brenda's husband, who was allowed but one orgasm a month. What had I gotten myself into!?

"There, there," Jody said helping me up. "Don't cry. See, it's all done."

"For a little sissy, you did well," Jen said and stood up from the bed.

Feeling weak and light-headed, I had just pulled my dress up, when suddenly Nancy's husband – my old roommate Doug – appeared in the doorway!

"Honey, I'm home," Doug said. He hadn't changed much in 13 years. I saw that he now shaved his head, and he no longer wore the baggy jeans. He was still a huge man, 6'4" and over 220 pounds, with hands the size of oven mitts.

Nancy greeted him with a kiss. I couldn't help but notice how Brenda lit up when she saw him, and practically ran to give him a hug.

"Hey Brenda baby, good to see you," Doug said smiling broadly.

My wife and I exchanged glances. After 13 years of marriage, in some respects we could read one another's minds. The look in her eye told me that Doug was quite obviously Brenda's "bull." And that didn't mean Chicago Bull.

"Who's your other friends?" Doug asked. His eyes swept over Jody and I and went right to the beautiful blonde model Jen.

Nancy introduced everyone. "These are two of the new Dommes I was telling you about... Jen and Jody."

Something else had not changed about Doug. He was still a smoothie. He smiled broadly at both Jen and my wife, and gave each a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

There was no mistaking how all the women in the room were literally drooling over my old roommate, including my wife!

"We've heard so much about you," Jody smiled pleasantly.

Heard? What had she heard? She hadn't told me a thing about Doug...

Suddenly Doug turned his attention from the women to... me.

"So this must be Jody's husband... Denny... Denny Crowe. Holy shit dude! Is that really you?" He laughed delightedly. "Damn brother! You look fine. Most of them crossdressers I see traipsing around here like Betsy's honey Nicole, they look like Rodney Dangerfield in drag... but you dude. You could pass for a chick any day."

Nancy linked arms with her husband, quite subtly letting the other woman know Doug was hers. "But would you do him?"

Doug actually blushed, and I along with him. "I don't know. Denny's still a boy, and technically, I'm still straight."

"Maybe not for long," Nancy teased him.

Again Jody and I shared glances. We were both wondering the same thing. Was Doug submissive to Nancy?

Doug slid out of Nancy's grasp, and gave her a stern look. "Don't try that Dominatrix shit on me Nancy. Because you know that don't fly with me." He grabbed his crotch. "Jake the Snake's got a mind of his own." Doug looked at me sadly. "You didn't let them put one of those friggin' chastity thing-a-ma-jigs on you, did you Denny boy?"

Jody lifted the hem of my dress to show him my new Lori's Tube. When I tried to block her hand, and preserve my dignity, my wife slapped at my wrist sharply. All she had to do was give me a look, and I backed off. She pulled my dress up just enough to show Doug my new piercing and steel sheath.

My old roommate laughed with shock and amusement until she lowered my dress. "Dude! Good Lord... no wonder you let them put you in that. Damn dude, you're hung like three marbles." He laughed so hard, he could hardly stop. Tears came to his eyes.

To my great discomfort, I noticed that Jen laughed along with him, just as hard, mostly as an attempt to get Doug's attention. There was no mistaking how each of the women around me, Nancy, Jen, Brenda and even my wife, were vying for my old roomie's eye.

Doug looked at Jody and said, "M'am, I give you credit for taking matters well in hand." He looked at his wife, and then back at my wife. "Something tells me, I'm going to be paying you a visit ... hopefully real soon." With that Doug waved at the ladies, and excused himself, saying he wanted to go get a beer.

"Don't go," Nancy said. "Let Deena get your beer. What are submissives for?"

My wife nodded to me, and gave me a pat on the bottom. Glad to be away from these five extremely strong individuals, I scurried from the room and down the steps to the kitchen, where I went to the fridge and found a bottle of Yuengling beer. As I searched for a bottle opener, my knees began to shake, and my heart began to pound so hard, that I had to sit for a minute at one of the kitchen chairs. My mouth was so dry, that I snuck a sip of Doug's beer.

I could not believe what Jody had gotten us into. I could not believe that my wife was flirting with a huge black man... my old college roommate... right in front of me! Nancy had even suggested that Doug have sex with me too! I took another drink of beer.

Taking a few deep breaths, trying to pull it together, I hurried back to the steps toward the bedroom. As I started up the first step, I glanced up to see Doug kissing my wife at the top of the stairs. Nor was it a polite peck on the cheek. Jody went way up on her tiptoes, and Doug had both his meaty paws around her, as he covered her mouth with his, giving her a very deep and soulful smooch.

When they finally broke away, Doug said goodbye to her, and then Jody and Brenda came down the steps.

"Good night all," my wife said. She took the beer from me, handed it to Brenda behind her, who handed it up to Doug, who hardly even gave me another look.

Whisking along, like she was high on drugs, or walking three feet on air, my wife grabbed my hand, and pulled me along after her. "We're going home dear."

Brenda left with us, leaving me to guess that Jen was staying. As we headed out the front door and outside into the night air, I think all three of us were imagining the permutations of Nancy, Doug and the beautiful young Jen on that big king sized bed.

"The lucky bitch," Brenda said under her breath.

Outside in the driveway, Brenda gave my wife a hug and a kiss, and bid her goodbye. She headed off to her shiny silver Infinity without so much as a glance or a wave to me. As a submissive I guess I didn't even exist to women like Brenda.

Once we were back in the car and Jody was driving toward home, I sighed with relief. Jody on the other hand looked extremely keyed up. Her eyes wide, her mind a million miles away, she started the car and began to drive.

"What's going on?" I asked. "What did you arrange with Doug and Nancy?"

My wife's brows knit with annoyance, and she slapped at my knee. "Never you mind. You'll find out soon enough."

"I can't believe the way you kissed him! I saw you. At the top of the stairs. Right in front of me!"

Jody snickered, and glanced at me. "We're going to do a lot more than kiss."

"Jody! You can't do that!"

"Watch me. Just wait till you read the next chapter in Edie Scarsdale's book. It's called cuckolding. Ever hear of it?"

I had heard the word before, but thought it was something they did in Shakespeare's time, not something people still did today. "What about our marriage vows!"

"We just took new vows," Jody said seriously. "Tonight. When I put my collar on you. Those are our marriage vows. You said so yourself. You said you would honor and obey. Well my darling, I am telling you right now, that Doug and I are going to have sex. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it." She smiled at me cruelly and waved the tiny key on her necklace at me.

"This just isn't fair!" I said, balling up my fists and twisting as far away from my wife in my seat as I could.

"Of course it's fair," Jody said woodenly. "You could never give me an orgasm during sexual intercourse, and from what all the women tell me, Doug has ten inches and most certainly knows how to use them."

As she spoke, I looked out the window at the passing houses. I wondered what kind of people lived there. If they had normal marriages and families like mine used to be. Or were there other husbands in the world... wearing a woman's black cocktail dress... and a permanent chastity sheath. A tear slowly slid down my cheek.

My entire life changed dramatically after that night. I quit my job and began living full-time as a woman, dressing and behaving entirely as Jody's wife, and sometimes servant.

She became horribly cruel. Or so it seemed to me. She took me that night, and every night with her strapon. She pointed out quite a few times that she was a lot more inventive and an imaginative lover than I'd ever been. She took me anywhere and everywhere in the house. In the kitchen, with me bent of the sink... in the den in front of the fireplace... even in the park at night, in the middle of a baseball field, on a picnic blanket under the stars.

No matter how much I pleaded and begged, she refused to unlock Lori's Tube until Friday. The first Friday night after Nancy's party, after just a week as Jody's submissive hubbie, I felt like an entirely different person. I no longer argued with her about anything. I did as told, just to avoid being placed over knee. I was up to 150 with the paddle the next time I disobeyed, so I was quite incredibly agreeable to just about everything my wife asked.

On Friday night she told me to wear a long white see-through negligee, with just a pair of white panties, and a pair of 2" white marabou heels. She herself had purchased a sexy new black and red teddy from Fredericks of Hollywood that was more revealing than anything I'd ever seen her wear before. She even put on a pair of black thigh high stockings and a pair of stiletto heels.

Quietly I sat there watching her do her makeup, when suddenly the door bell rang.

"Who could that be at this hour of the night?" I said. It was 9:00 p.m.

"Put on your robe, and go answer the door," my wife ordered.

I wanted to ask who it might be, but knew better than to ask Jody anything anymore. For some insane reason, asking her anything was against the rules. She told me all I needed to know, and I was supposed to be satisfied with that.

Pulling my long white robe around me, I hurried to the front door. Opening it I found Doug and Nancy grinning on the front door step.

"Don't you look cute," Nancy said, coming right in.

Doug handed me a bottle of wine. "Good to see you bro," he said handing me a bottle of red wine. "Why don't you open this when you get a chance."

Just as I ushered them into the living room, Jody came floating down the steps wearing a long black robe to cover up her sexy outfit underneath.

When I returned with four wine glasses on a silver tray, I found Doug and my wife on one couch, leaving me to sit beside Mistress Nancy, who I noted was all decked out in a short black mini skirt, thigh high leather boots and a black bustier.

The three of them sipped their wine and chatted gaily about trivial matters. By their second drink, I noticed that my wife's robe had come open, revealing her plunging neckline and cleavage. Doug slipped his arm around her shoulders.

Nancy turned her attention to me for the first time in the evening. "So," she said. "You wife gave me this for safe keeping." She dangled Jody's necklace and the key to my chastity device. "She told me it's up to me whether or not you get to cum tonight."

I gulped.

"So how good are you at oral sex?"

"She's extremely good," Jody said. "An expert."

"Good," Nancy said sitting back against the arm rest of the sofa. She lifted one of her knees, exposing to me the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. Under her short mini skirt I saw that the lips of her vagina contained several small silver rings. "Come here darling," she said, taking the back of my head and guiding my face down toward her shaven crotch.

With my head between Nancy's legs it was impossible for me to see what Doug was up to with my wife. I continued lapping away, feeling Nancy's pussy get quite wet. At least I could tell she was enjoying it. She squirmed under me, and began undulating her pelvis up against my mouth.

Just when I'd almost forgotten there were other people in the room, suddenly I heard Jody cry out. When I tried to lift my head to look, I got one glimpse of my wife laying sprawled across the other couch with a naked Doug on top of her!

Nancy shoved my head back down. "Keep licking baby." She sipped her wine. "You're doing wonderfully."

As I continued to tongue Nancy's clit, my heart raced. Just 6' away my wife was having sex with another man – my roommate! This I knew was my defining moment as a man. Either I stood up and put my foot down, or I would forevermore be subjected to being my wife's virtual slave. I had to do something!

But as I licked, I realized that the sounds coming from the other sofa were getting louder and louder. Jody was screaming not in pain, but in pure ecstasy.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "I've never felt anything so good! So BIG! I think I'm going to cum... I'm going to... I'm going to... CUM!" My wive's screams were so loud, it was quite obvious she'd forgotten about my presence, or that of Nancy, or of anything going on anywhere in the world except between her legs.

Then where normally she'd collapse and go into hibernation for five minutes, instead she continued shrieking. "Oh my God! Oh my God! It's cumming again! I'm going to cum again! I can't believe this ... I'm CUMMING!" she screamed.

Quite obviously watching the two of them going at it, flipped a switch inside Nancy, because she gripped my hair tightly and began mashing her pubic bone against my nose. "Oh yeah baby," Nancy said softly. When she came it was quite the opposite of my wife, it was more of a sigh, compared to my wife's window rattling screams.

On and on Doug went at my wife for what for what seemed like forever. Doug fucked her so well, that she must have cum a half dozen times, till finally she was begging him to stop to give her a rest.

Nancy's fingers tightened in my hair, and lifted my head. "You can stop now too honey," she said to me.

With my entire face wet with Nancy's juices and my mascara running down my face from my tears, I must have looked a sight.

My wife looked incredible. She lay there kneeling on the other couch with Doug behind her doing her doggie style, his massive weapon only partially buried within her. What I could see looked as thick as my wrist!

Jody fell forward, letting Doug's monsterous 10" cock plop free. She lay there face down on the couch, her eyes fluttering half closed. She looked like she was a million miles away, in some dreamland. Never had I seen her look happier, or more at peace

I found myself staring at Doug's cock. I had never seen anything so massive in my life! It jutted from his body like a chocolate baseball bat.

Doug caught me staring at his junk, and lay down across Jody's back, positioning his python along the crack of her beautiful ass.

"Well, it looks like everyone has cum," Doug said, embracing my wife's panting, half naked body warmly, "except for Denny."

My wife's eyes flickered toward me, and smiled. It was as if she'd forgotten I even existed, but now that she remembered me, I thanked the heavens that at least she smiled and did not frown.

"Deena, would you go and get us all some more wine," my wife said.

As I pulled myself together and collected the empty wine glasses, silently I clip clopped in my heels to the kitchen, listening the three of them debate whether or not I should be allowed to orgasm.

"Did she do a good job?" Jody asked.

"Oh, it was all right," Nancy said languidly. "I wasn't having half the fun you two were having, but she did get me off."

When I returned and set the wine glasses on the coffee table between the two sofas, Nancy ordered me to remove my robe and lift the hem of my long white negligee.

"Lower your panties to your knees," Nancy commanded. "And come here. Kneel down. In front of me." Nancy sat up straight on the sofa. Taking my wife's necklace key she unlocked my chastity device, and removed the steel tube, laying it on the table.

"All right," my wife said hugging Doug. "We decided you've got five minutes to masturbate. Doug is going to time you."

"What?!" I said helplessly.

"I want you to cum right here, on my boots," Nancy said pointing to the black leather on the calves of thigh high boots. "Then I'm going to have you lick it off."

Doug focused on his wrist watch. "All right dude. Get ready... and... GO!"

I knelt there stunned, feeling ready to cry.

"Well you'd better start stroking," Nancy laughed.

"If you don't cum in five minutes, your chastity belt goes back on, and you don't get another chance until next Friday," Jody said gigging, hugging Doug's brawny frame.

Unable to do anything but comply, I began fondling myself. Considering all I'd been through that week and the emotions of this evening, plus having been in a chastity device that completely prohibited erections of any kind, my body must have gotten conditioned to being soft... because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get hard.

All of which Nancy, Doug and my wife found hysterically funny.

I knelt there, whimpering, trying to get off, but my penis remained small and spongy. For one thing, the ring in the tip threw me off. It felt strange as my fingers bumped against it as I tried to masturbate. Pull and tug as I might on my flesh, absolutely nothing happened. If anything, it seemed to get smaller... I could feel my testicles retracting inside myself.

As the seconds ticked away on his watch, Doug continually called out the time. "You've got four minutes left... three minutes... two minutes... one minute left!"

As the time wound down, Nancy, Doug and my wife laughed harder, and when Doug announced, "Time's up!" all three of them clinked wine glasses.

Nancy picked up the steel tube from the coffee table, and slapping my hands away, refit it around my shrunken little shaft, and replaced the padlock.

My wife batted her lashes at me, while Doug squeezed one of her breasts. "Sorry darling," she said, using a pretend sad voice. "Looks like you're going to have to wait till next Friday for another try."

"I knew she wasn't going to be able to do it," Nancy said. "She couldn't get it up all those years ago in college. Why should she now."

"That's not what I heard," Doug chuckled, chugging down the rest of his wine.

"What did you hear?" my wife asked curiously, her arms still wrapped around Doug's neck.

"One of our roommates... I forget the dude's name... he said he came back to the dorm one night to find poor Denny boy jerking off into a woman's shoe."

"That's not true!" I cried. "I didn't have any women's shoes back then!"

"I don't know about that," Doug said throwing his big hands up. "I just know that's what he toll every body. Maybe he elaborated a little, I don't know. The point is, you got caught with your dick in your hands."

"And the roommate told everyone in school," Nancy laughed. "I hate to say it, but your husband did not have a very good reputation at State. Not after I saw how small he was, and not after that story got out about him getting caught jerking off. No one would date him."

My wife looked at me ruefully. "Oh my goodness. Look." She pointed at Nancy's boots.

"What?" Nancy cried. "Oh my word. She's gotten a few drops of her goo on my leather. Hmm. I should make you lick it off."

"I think you should spank him," Jody said. "While your husband and I make love again."

And so it went. Nancy threw me over her knee, and paddled my bottom, quite severely, harder than I'd ever received in my life, and for quite a long time... as long as Doug flipped my wife on her back, lifted her ankles up in the air, and continued to fuck her... which seemed to go on forever.

Once I looked over at them on the other sofa, through my tears and my ringlets of hair, I watched the expression of pure joy possess my wife's angelic features.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at me... right at me. Her thighs were up and wrapped around my roommates waist, and his big, thick cock was continuously pistoning back and forth inside her... and yet her eyes locked on mine. There could be no question that the sight of Nancy disciplining me, combined with Doug's masterful cock triggered her next orgasm.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm cumming AGAIN!"

When Nancy finally let me off her lap, I was a tear stained, sobbing mess. I could tell that she'd been enjoying herself immensely, as she grabbed my hair and jerked my head back down to her soaking wet crotch, where she commanded me to, "Eat!"

Once more, as Doug continued to fuck my wife in every conceivable position in the Kama Sutra, I performed oral sex on his wife, until she experienced her second orgasm. By that time I'd lost count of how many orgasms Jody had – later she would claim it was at least ten.

Shortly after, Doug and Nancy admitted they needed to be getting home, got dressed, and bid my wife goodbye.

Without so much as a word to me, as if I were just a piece of furniture, Jody headed upstairs dragging her robe after her, her black and red teddy half falling from her body, exposing one of her breasts. She collapsed in our bed, where she was quickly fast asleep.

Unknown to her, for a few minutes I sat downstairs on the sofa... at the scene of the crime... and cried. I don't know how long I was there, but it must have been an hour. I kept praying that Jody would wake, and come downstairs and comfort me, but she didn't.

Inside I felt like my heart was breaking. The woman I'd loved for the past 13 years had just been completely and utterly ravished and pleased by another man – right in front of me! And I hadn't been able to do a thing about it. I felt lower than the lowest scum on the bottom of the ocean.

Growing somewhat hysterical, I conceived that if my wife no longer loved me, I needed to leave. I needed to pack my bags, and go.

Feeling extremely sorry for myself, I stumbled upstairs, and removed my negligee and washed my tear stained face. Quietly as possible, I got dressed in a blouse and a pair of women's slacks – I no longer had any male clothes – and I began to pack a suitcase.

It was at that point that Jody rolled over in bed, her eyes fluttered awake, and she lifted herself up on an elbow.

"What are you doing?"

I did not bother to answer. It should have been obvious.

"Stop it. Do you hear me. Put your clothes back, and come to bed."

I stopped, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "You don't love me any more. So I'm leaving. You can have your divorce."

A sad smile flickered across my wife's features. She threw her bed covers aside, and nude, she came to my side. She closed the suitcase, and took my hand.

"Come to bed."

"You don't love me anymore."

Jody stood before me, and wrapped her arms around my waist, thinking for a moment. "I know tonight must have been difficult for you," she said finally. "But what happened tonight doesn't change a thing between us. I still love you very much my darling. More now that I ever loved you before." She kissed me softly on the lips and began to unbutton my blouse.

I sighed, wanting to believe that my beloved wife still cared about me. "The way you treat me..." I sobbed. God, I am such a pussy.

My wife led me to bed, where she undressed me, and covered my faces with kisses. "I know our life together has gone through some radical changes, but I have no doubt that they are all for the best. We are finally, for the first times in our lives, living according to our true natures ... instead of to some out-dated societal code."

"Jody, you have no idea how hard it was to watch another man please you like that!" Especially knowing he was enjoying a privilege that was now forbidden to me.

"I know these first few weeks are going to be hard. But you do please me my darling. You please me in ways Doug could never satisfy me."

With a smile, she removed her necklace, waved the key at me, and surprised me by unlocking my chastity padlock.

"To show you how much I love you, I'm going to give you another chance."

Overjoyed, I climbed between the sheets and watched Jody stand by the bed to pull on her strapon harness. As I watched her I realized just how I satisfied my wife... by being submissive to her... by submitting as she mounted me and made love to me.

As Jody climbed into bed, with a powerful gleam in her eye, this time I did not beg to make love to her as her husband. I knew there was no way I could ever please her like Doug. With a heavy sadness, I realized with great finality that I would never make love to my wife again in the traditional sense. We would make love, but it would be with me impaled on the end of her cock.

This time when she positioned me on my back, and lifted my ankles up over her shoulders... as she slowly, gently entered me... as I cried out in pain and pleasure... my wife fondled and played with my penis.

In the privacy of our bedroom, with just my beloved wife on top of me, and not all this pressure to perform... I quickly sprouted to my full 4". Having been denied all week, I came quickly and loudly.

Afterwards, I clung to her, my arms wrapped around her neck, and we kissed long and lovingly.

Still firmly embedded within me, Jody looked down at me and smiled. "See my darling, I still love you."

Having learned a trick out of Doug's book, Jody did not stop, but instead twisted my body so that I was on my side. She entered me from behind, and more began thrusting her hips against my bottom till I was once more thrashing and moaning loudly.

As she made love to me, once more she reached between my legs, delighted by the discovery that I was still stiffly aroused. It took longer than my first quick orgasm, but Jody refused to quit slapping her pelvis against me until I came a second time.

Afterwards, I lay there gasping, trying to catch my breath. While I was still trying to focus, my wife rolled me onto my stomach, and mounted me from behind.

"Get up on your knees. Doggie style," she whispered.

All the while she continued fondling me, quite thrilled by the power she had over my body to keep little hardon stiffly erect. After my third orgasm, she wanted to keep going, but I began to beg for her to please stop. I couldn't take it any longer.

"But you didn't cum," I panted, my heart still racing.

"I had plenty earlier. I didn't do this for me. I did this for you my darling, to show you how much I truly do love you." She put the strapon away, and snuggled up beside me.

"Goodnight my love," Jody said kissing me softly, her eyes drooping.

"Good night," I whispered.

My wife drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes. She was exhausted. First from her love-making with Doug, and then with me.

Amazingly, I was wide awake. So much had transpired in the last few hours. So many thoughts were buzzing through my brain. Since Edie Scarsdale's book had come into our lives, everything had changed.

I picked the book up from the nightstand, and slipping quietly out of bed carried it downstairs to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of milk. Flipping through the pages, in the back I found a small chapter at the end, titled Epilogue: Happy Endings... Although the Dominant female, submissive male relationship is somewhat rare in our society, as couples unlock its secrets and find out how well it works, it is rapidly growing in popularity. For the Dominant female that unleashes her power – and the submissive male that lets go of his old-fashioned traditional ideas about gender and sexuality – both will find years of happiness and joy together in the Female Supremacy lifestyle."

Closing the book, I had a feeling that Edie Scarsdale just might be right after all...