Whether I Want To Or Not

My wife, Beth, has exerted complete control over me. Part of the way she exercises this control is completely converting me as a female and then putting me in situations where people might see me. Since I am not passable that means they will know which produces a host of reactions, many not favorable.

I never know what she is going to do. For example last Friday evening she spent well over an hour helping me to dress and look my feminine best in a very nice skirt and blouse outfit. Then she took me into the living room and told me to put my hands behind. I knew that meant there were either going to be tied or cuffed there, but I did as told. Once you are deprived the use of your hands, you really are pretty much at the mercy of another person. Only that night she also put ankle cuffs on me that limits me to short steps. She giggled that with those on I was not going to run away. Then came the waist chain, specially cut so that when put on with a padlock is exactly the size of my girdled or waist cinched waist. Another short chain was padlocked on each end so that my arms were pinned down against my bottom. I was now all but helpless.

Almost at that moment the doorbell rang and I was left after a quick kiss on the cheek to wait and wonder.

I did not have to wait long as she returend to with two women. Well that was not unusual as she delights in exposing me to her female friends. By then the two were close enough that I could see them well and realized that the one on the right was a cross dresser like me. We stood looking at each other while the two gentic girls talked.

When the two females began talking about what they could do with and to their respective feminized men, we both gave them our full attention.

To make this story short and keep it from being X-rated, let me just say that it turned out to be my inititation into a host of things including servicing another female while my wife directed me, serviing another cross dresser with his significant other giving directions, being "made into a real woman" first by the other cross dresser (though there is a touch of irony in that) and then getting the same by the other female with a strap on.

By the end of the night I was worn out and sore, though everyone else was quite mellow. Expressing concern for me I was eased down onto the floor on the cushions taken from the couch, rolled over on my stomach and then bound in a limited hog-tie position and gagged. Pushed over on my side I was left as the three exited the room for our bedroom.

About an hour later the other cross dresser returned with only his bra, garter belt and hose on. Releasing my just enough that I could walk, he lead me to the bathroom and told me he was to help me go to the bathroom but not to relase me. I don't know which of us felt more humiliated. He for having to be my toilet maid or me for having to depend on someone else for such a basic act.

Once done he asked if I needed anything to eat or drink and I asked for water. From there I was taken to the spare bedroom where I was retied in a very loose spread eagle position, loose he said at my wife's instruciton because I was going to be left there all night and she knew that I had to be able to move.

Unable to help myself I asked where he was going to be. He dropped his head and said he had to return to the women and serve them.

Left alone I could not decide whehter I wished I was in there with them or left here alone. On the one hand I wanted to be there knowing all sorts of sordid things were going on. While on the other I did not want to be a part of this violation of our marriage and was glad I was not seeing it all.

The problem was that occasionally I could hear them, as some sort of sound of passion would drift to me. That made me jerk against my bonds in the desire to go and be with them to at least know what was going on.

In the end I was left frustrated by not knowing while my mind was left to run wild.

When morning came and the other couple left, Beth would not tell me anything about what happened, and when I persisted she warned me that if I did not drop it I would be strung up (that means hands tied over my head to a hook in the ceiling) and switched. I shut up immediately having endured a switching that left my butt red for a week.

So with this kind of experience why would I want to meet a woman or a TV for cross dressing? Simple, because I would be my choice and something I would do without Beth.
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2 Responses Aug 9, 2010

That is a really great story, you are a very lucky person

what a wonderful experience, I am very jealous!