11 comments/ 188529 views/ 22 favorites Wife in Control Ch. 01 By: wifetoy I originally posted this story almost two years ago, but lost the other parts of the story when my computer crashed. I am reposting this part and will be posting the other parts of the story over the next few weeks as I finish retyping them. While I may post some fictional stories in the future, all of the events in this one and the other parts to follow are completely true. My wife hopes you enjoy a peek into my sexual life. It may not be for everyone, but it is the path that my wife has chosen for us. She instructed me to ask for your feedback and to ask in each part of the story for suggestions from you as to cruelties and humiliations that her sissy should be forced to endure in service to her and for her pleasure. She thanks you for your input. * My wife is a classy and refined southern lady, who happens to be extremely beautiful and sexy in a very polished, professional way. From the beginning of our relationship, she has been very adventurous sexually, which was a very happy surprise initially as she was, for all anyone else knew, a proper sorority girl, well bred and gracious. As a result, we have always had a lot of fun in bed and out. We also have developed a deep comfort level that allows us to be very open and honest with each other concerning our quirks and desires without fear of rejection or ridicule. Early in our marriage, I confessed to her that I had always enjoyed wearing women's panties, stockings, and clothing, going back to trying on my older sister's clothes as a child and continuing through my teens into adulthood. I adore the feeling of wearing silky, feminine things. I also gradually revealed to her that I have a submissive side despite my success in a very competitive business environment. She indulged me reluctantly at first, letting me dress up from time to time. It started slowly with a few of her things and then she eventually bought me a few pairs of tights and other fun things. Those purchases led to very sexy high heeled shoes, nothing trashy, but rather something like she would wear. You cannot imagine my delight with her and with my situation. As we progressed further down this path of indulgence of my feminine side, she became more comfortable dominating me and using me for her pleasure. Nothing cheesy like in bad novels or porno movies, but more subtle and sexy-- making me dress up, making me confess my most humiliating desires, and using my mouth and body for her pussy's satisfaction. She is now in total control, which is the ultimate bondage. She has commanded me to tell you the latest story of my loss of control. So here I sit dressed in black panties, black cable knit tights, a control brief, black camisole shaper top, and a black knit dress, wearing trendy black booties with 4 inch heels, ready to share my humiliation. Her latest cruelty is to take total control over my orgasms. I am not allowed to cum without her permission for weeks at a time, never knowing when, or even if, I will be allowed to cum again. There is no chastity device involved I am just supposed to control it no matter how she touches me, sucks me, or rides my cock to multiple orgasms in her rightful place on top. No masturbation. No orgasm, period. I am fairly good at controlling myself, but, after several days of stimulation by this beautiful woman while she takes her pleasure, the tension is deliciously unbearable. As I work during the day, I have the most perverse thoughts. She makes me shave my legs and body every morning to further my feminization under her control. When I get home I am made to immediately put panties on over my shaved legs, adding to my heightened state of sexual awareness. I am also made to fully dress in panties, stockings or tights, dresses, and heels, when it suits her mood. Imagine being able to intensely feel the presence of your cock and balls with every movement throughout the day. One night, only about two weeks into one of her periods of orgasm control, she had me go down on her for an extended period of licking her delightful pussy and then climbed on me and impaling herself on my cock to take her pleasure in her favorite way. As she rocked on my cock, grinding her clit into my body, she shivered and moaned with her first powerful orgasm. I grabbed her hips and squeezed her tight with my hands, pushing her down onto my body as she came again with a gasp. I was doing fine, enjoying her pleasure and resisting the urge to cum. Then, pushing my arms above my head, she continued her assault on my cock, rocking back and forth in furious rhythm. As she was riding the wave of her fourth climax, I felt her orgasmic juices dripping down my balls. All of a sudden from deep inside me came that familiar urge. I fought to hold back the spasms as she was clearly past the point of no return, hoping I could make it until she stopped. As she finished her orgasm, I began to spasm, coaxed by her final strokes back and forth on my cock. I tried desperately to resist, but could not and semen dribbled out of me as she came to a stop, ruining my orgasm, removing any pleasure, but not my transgression. Ashamed, I confessed my loss of control. She admonished me for my weakness and informed me that, since I could not control myself, I would have no stimulation, not so much as a touch or a breath until she decided I had paid for my failure. She instructed me to think about my failure and to come up with my own suggestions as to proper punishment for my loss of control. As I tried to go to sleep that night and into the next morning I began to imagine what might show her my regret and impress upon her how truly sorry I was for my failure. In an attempt to satisfy her demand, I developed the following list of tasks to please her and show my contrition. In a further attempt to entertain her I wrote them in verse emailing her one at a time as she requested. My "grovel" read like this: I love you my beautiful queen princess.I want you to know how sorry I am for my failure to suppress. This novice "girl" wants to apologize for her sudden male emission.She is ashamed that she dribbled without your permission. Your teasing and control had me in such exquisite tension.Your wanton beauty rocking conquered all powers of retention. For that I am very remorseful and if it is any consolation,this accident had no pleasurable sensation. My release was ruined by your merciful finish and my shame.The erotic edge remains as if my failure never came, but that does not excuse my failure to sustain.I deserve every punishment, deeply sorry, in your control I remain. I know and accept that my punishment will include some time without touch.A girl can only hope it will not be too much. In the verses that follow I will suggest paths of sissy penitence.In an attempt to please you into lightening my sentence. The first task is to show you how wonderful a long massage feels.My sissy punishment is to do it "butt plugged" in an outfit, hose, and heels. I am sorry that I disappointed you and failed you I fear.For your pleasure I will keep my tongue in your rear. As often and long as you want licking your ass, no stopping, I am clear.I want to show you my contrition and serve you my dear. This sissy needs to learn her pleasure to resist,by taking your hand in my ass all the way to the wrist. Corseted and stockinged like a true strumpet,made to perform as your anal hand puppet. Perhaps some prideful dignity could be removed by a full bag enema detox.You laugh as I struggle to take it all in my pumps and knee sox. Or maybe a dance fully dressed and made up for ballet.Stretched and rehearsed to dance any male pride away. I will bring you your Magic Wand and Trigasm.And suck on your toes, while you enjoy every spasm.Your humiliated sissy in panties, tights, and stilettos. This girl's shame is great for having failed,for your entertainment I should be dressed and impaled. On objects selected by you to be seen,I am sure you will test this sissy size queen. Maybe you just need to get straight down to it,right to the real culprit and punish my clit. Strapped tightly to the spreader bar.Black stockinged high heeled legs stretched apart very far,you torture my parts while I beg you to stop. When I arrived home from work that day, my wife was still disappointed in my weakness, but she said she liked the thought and effort. She said that, after one week of punishment by total denial, we could begin working through the list to complete my sentence. So in the next part of the story you will see my deliciously cruel wife uses these tasks to humiliate me. Wife in Control An envelope arrives at work via a special courier. You open it and there is a key card for a downtown hotel and a handwritten note. Room #617 Come to Me, boy. I will expect you promptly at 7:00pm. Dress in a suit with panties and stockings underneath. -Your Goddess It smells of My perfume. You close your eyes and hold the note up to your face and immediately become hard in your pants. Looking at your watch you realize you'll have to hurry home to shower, shave and change into the required attire. Ninety minutes later, you are standing outside the door to room #617 of the Omni Hotel in downtown. Your palms are sweating and you can feel your thigh high stockings and silky panties rubbing against the pants of your suit, you cock uncomfortably stiff and obvious in your slacks. You knock on the door and I open and greet you with a warm kiss. I am wearing a black corset, long black leather gloves, black leather skirt and my new lace up platform heels. My eye makeup is dramatic and decidedly feline and My lips are blood red. Shutting the door behind you, I push you down to a kneeling position immediately. I unbutton the top button of your shirt and loosen your tie so I can fasten your black leather collar around your neck. I want you to have no doubt of your position tonight. You look up at Me with love and trust...and a little trepidation. The look in your eyes and on your sweet face pleases Me. I want you to feel safe and yet very vulnerable and slightly off kilter at the same time. I affix a leash to your collar and lead you into the room. Master Ian is sitting in a chair by the window drinking a glass of scotch. I drop your leash and go climb into his lap like a child, then turn to look at you. "I want you to strip down to your stockings and panties for Me," I command you. While Ian and I watch you closely, you begin to take your clothes off. Your hands are shaking as you strip for Us. Master Ian's hand lazily run up my leg, over my stomach and casually cups My breast as he watches you undress. "Kneel in front of us," I tell you. You obey immediately as Master Ian turns My head, his hands in My hair and kisses Me deeply as you watch. You can hear the little sounds I am making and know My panties must be getting wet with the way I am squirming on his lap like a cat in heat. "Do you hear your Mistress?" His voice is measured and direct. "Look at her. Listen to her. Her sounds of wanting. This is your woman. Your mistress. Begging for my touch like a little slut. Are you ready to see me make her my slut?" He held your gaze, while his hands slide up my legs. "ANSWER ME" he commands. "I am ready to do whatever She wants" you reply meekly. "We will see," he says. "I plan to give her what she wants and needs. What you can't give her. Take her to that place where she is my little girl, doing things that a streetwalker would blush over. I plan to use her mouth, her pussy, every orifice. And you will watch and do whatever I say. Your angel will smell like my cum, my sweat, and she will love it. She will love to be used and taken. And when I'm done with her, then maybe together we will fuck you. Make you our little love bitch. Now come kneel in front of us" You can smell my arousal. I sit back on one of his thighs. He opens his legs more widely. "Unzip me, boy." You lean over and unzip him. You hear me gasp with pleasure, as he pinches one of my nipples. "Your boy is obedient, little girl. You have trained him well. Good girl." I purr in contentment. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock fell out of his suit pants. Well veined. Throbbing. How I like them. He ordered me to kneel in front of him. And for you to kneel behind me as tightly as I could. "boy, put your hands on the back of her hands. I want you to feel what she feels. I want you to imagine her thoughts. " "Stroke my cock, baby girl. Slowly. Get really close. Breather deeply. Feel my cock grow in your little hands. You could feel your fingers flex around the cock in your leather gloves. My forearms tense and release as I gently pumped him. You could hear my breath quicken in excitement. "My good girl. My sweet girl. So good with my cock." "Hold her face now, boy... You know what's coming. Your sweet angel is going to start sucking me. Taking me deep. Pleasing me with her mouth. Those lips that kiss you are going to wrap around another man's cock." You put your hands on each cheek from behind. You can smell my shampoo. Remember sweet bathtime rituals, and cuddling with me in the bed as you sleep at night. You feel my back against you. And you feel me drop my mouth eagerly onto his cock. Opening wide to take its impressive girth. You feel shame, horror, and feel yourself stripped away to your deepest level of intimacy and arousal. You feel his cock through my cheek as I begin to suck and lick. "Such a good girl. Such a sweet cocksucker for me. Can you feel this boy? Your love is born to do this. You ready to kiss her? Feel your place below her? Help her get off on serving a man?" You feel my leather gloves pump him while I take him deep. Ian takes your hands off my face and places them on his sack. He is smooth. Full. Heavy. His hands grasp my hair. You feel me whimper with delight. And then Ian starts pulsing and spurting. I pull back. Cum still spurting. Into my mouth. My face. I keep pumping him, and point it at your face. You feel his sticky, hot cum. Then I turn to kiss you. I am hungry for you to respond. To taste me. "That's a good girl. Make him taste me. Learn to love my taste. On your lips." He is still hard. He lifts me up. Bends me over the desk. And in one swift thrust, pushes up my skirt and buries himself deep inside. "Kneel and watch, boy. Watch how a man fucks your woman." He pulls my hair back and thrusts inside. You see my face. Eyes closed. Loving the feel of being taken. When he pulls out, he zips back up, and reaches to pull my panties down and off. Without a word, he pushes them into your mouth. Rich with my cum, and his cum. He then takes me by the hand and lies me down on the bed, lying down behind me to hold me close. "Pull your clothes back on and go fetch us some food from the restaurant." Ian commands. "Don't wash off. I want you to smell like our cum. I'm going to pet my girl while you take care of us. You were back as quickly as you could. Hoping no-one recognized the smears on your face. When you came back, I was naked in Ian's arms. Blissful and content. "Put the food down and go into the bathroom. There's an anal plug in there for you. You need to get ready for fucking." You knew at this point that you had to give yourself all the way. As I have. To submit. Like a girl giving up her cherry. You took off your pants and shirt and was again in panties and stockings. You could still taste the cum on your face. You slathered the plug in desensitizing cream, and pushed it in. It was larger than you were used to, but you didn't dare say anything. When you came back into the bedroom, I am wearing the gloves, the strap on and the heels. I stand taller than you. I push you down over a footstool, and spread your legs with my heels. "She's been told not to say anything. She is my bitch tonight. I want to watch her fuck you. Because you are the lowest of the low tonight. As my whore fucks you, it makes me feel even better about taking her. " You feel my gloves wrap around your cock... and immediately my cock pushes inside you. Not gently as before. But like I mean it. You gasp. You feel taken. Filled. Dirty. Mine. I start to pump your cock and fuck me. Harder and faster like I am going to cum. And as I do, Ian stands over you. And I let my glove off your cock, and wrap it around his instead. Fucking you harder. You are hard and throbbing. I am panting, frantic, thrusting, fucking you. And then you feel his cum on your back... God he cums a lot. I scream, and orgasm, spasming over and over... My glove drops to your back and rubs in the cum... You am hard, aching, and left there, as you can sense me kiss Ian behind me. Ian leaves shortly afterwards. You are still face down, exhausted, throbbing. I take me by the hand, first having you lick my glove clean. I lie you down on the bed. Wrap myself behind you. Stroke your hair, stroke your cock, and start telling you all the things I liked about our play time. You came so hard as I stroked you. And we fell deeply to sleep. Wrapped around my love Spent. Content. Together. Wife in Control Ch. 02 Almost two years ago, I posted the first part of a story detailing my punishment for failing to control my orgasm for my wife's pleasure. In an effort to appease her, I wrote her a poem offering acts of humiliation and service to account for my failure. She accepted my offering and executed the punishment with delicious cruelty. I lost the rest of the story because of a computer error, but my wife has commanded that I retype and resubmit the story in its entirety. This is Chapter 2 of that story. As noted with part one, everything in this story actually happened so my erotic imagination is constrained by the truth. The entire poem is set forth in the first part for your review. My wife told me to let the readers know that she welcomes your feedback and welcomes any suggestions that you may have of further cruelties and humiliations that I should suffer under her control. She thanks you for your input, and I am both fearful of and excited by your creativity. After my wife pronounced my sentence for dribbling without permission, I endured seven trying days of complete denial. Each night she made me walk upstairs right after I returned from work and put on a pair of white satin panties over my shaved legs. There was, however, no sexual contact, no sexual conversation, no touching below the neck, nothing at all, which only served to heighten my sexual frustration. Each night as I struggled to fall to sleep in my t-shirt and panties, I longed for some stimulation. On the morning of the eighth day, she announced that we would begin working our way through my punishment poem that night. She was definitely in "be careful what you suggest" mode as she smiled wickedly as I left the house. Throughout the day I was in a heightened state of arousal and nervousness. I knew I would soon be making at least some progress toward feeling her loving touch on my needy cock, but earning it would be humiliating, emasculating (if that was indeed possible at this point in my married life), and would increase my erotic frustration beyond any level I had experienced. The first task is to show you how wonderful a long massage feels My sissy punishment is to do it "butt plugged" in an outfit, hose, and heels That night, after dinner, my beautiful wife called me into our bedroom. "It is time to get dressed my pathetic sissy slut" she said with a mischievous smile. She told me to dress in white opaque tights over white panties, a white control camisole, a white control brief, a black and white hounds-tooth, turtle neck sweater dress, completing my outfit with my new 4 ½ inch patent leather Nine West platform Mary Jane pumps. One might ask where did she get this suggested feminine attire to dress me? It was mine, each girly item earned at under her firm but indulging hand. It had been more than one month since I had experienced a proper orgasm, or any orgasm for that matter, other than the ruined dribbling that led to my current predicament. I quivered with sexual tension as I rolled each leg of the tights up, placed the foot over my pointed toes, and slowly pulled them up each of my legs, relishing the feeling of the tights on my smoothly shaved legs. I pulled the tights high up my waist making sure that they were all of the way up my legs as the control top part of the tights squeezed my cock and swollen balls cupped in the satin panties. I pulled the control brief over my tights further compressing my maleness out of sight and pulled the camisole up my legs, placed my arms through the straps and adjusted it into place. Using a trick I learned from sneaking peeks of my sister dressing, I put on my shoes before my dress so as not to wrinkle it. As my wife watched, I slid the shoes onto my tights covered feet and buckled them over the top of my foot just below the ankle. (These shoes alone were enough to make me afraid I would dribble in my panties). Next, I struggled to my feet in the high heeled platform shoes and pulled the dress over my head, buttoning it up at my neck. To enhance the delicious torture of the feminine attire on my orgasm starved psyche, she sprayed her perfume on my wrists and neck and told me to back up and perform a model turn so that she could look me over. Enjoying her control, she laughed "you really are a sissy slut. We will see if you can serve my needs dressed as a girl, since you cannot control yourself as a man." I stood there feeling humiliated, yet warmed by the smooth and together feeling of being dressed like a stylish young woman. My wife told me to set up the massage table and cover it with soft flannel sheets. She made me bend over the bed and pulled down my control brief and my tights and panties to my thighs. I felt like a naughty school girl playing doctor with my ass exposed to the cool air in the room. I felt the cold sensation of her rubbing some lube on my ass followed by the shock of her inserting my new Progasm prostate massager into my ass. I gasped as my ass stretched to take this surprisingly large and rock hard toy for the first time. After filling me with the Progasm, she made me pull up my panties, tights, and the control brief, which snuggly secured the invading Progasm in my ass and crushed my tingling cock and balls uselessly into my body. She slid off her gown and panties, climbed face down on the massage table, and told me to begin. Struggling to accommodate the Progasm while walking in very high heels, I rubbed the massage oil into her back, digging my fingers into her pressure points as she purred softly with pleasure. In my heightened state of arousal, it was exquisite torture to rub my hands over her beautiful body, slick and shiny with oil—a body that I have craved every waking minute since I met her. Finishing with her back, shoulders, and arms, I moved down to her feet and up her legs. With each stroke of up her thighs, I stopped at the top of the inside of her legs, lightly brushing the edge of her pussy lips and the cleft of her ass as she squirmed to try to meet my touch. I turned her over and began massaging the oil into her breasts brushing lightly over her nipples with each pass. Her nipples tickled the palms of my hands as they hardened under my touch. After I finished with her beautiful breasts, I moved to the front of her shoulders and her neck and then through the pressure points on her forehead and temples, causing her to melt into the table. I turned her over for our favorite part of the massage ritual. Taking generous amounts of oil in my hands, I rubbed it into her ass. I started with wide strokes over her hips and next began kneading her ass cheeks, digging deep with my thumbs into the muscles where her upper thighs join her ass. Gradually, I moved closer to the crevice of her ass, pulling her apart with each of my strokes. I was mesmerized by the beautiful rear view of her ass cheeks spreading and closing with each pass of my hands. Wetness covered her pussy lips and her asshole puckered outward as I pulled her apart each time my hands glided over her ass. Slowly, I moved my thumbs directly to the tight ring of her asshole, kneading muscles as they began to relax under my fingers. I continued to trace my fingers over her sphincter ring with increasing pressure as the muscles gave way to my touch. She moaned and purred with approval. Finally, the moment that I had hoped for arrived. She sighed "my servant girl, you may get me off with your fingers." Thrilled at the opportunity to pleasure her, I inserted my right thumb into her pussy and began to use my fingers to rub her clit, which was now slippery with her juices. She moaned as I rubbed her clit and pushed back against my thumb, which was now forced into her pussy up to the base of my hand. I pressed my thumb up from the inside of her pussy to pushing it firmly against her g-spot to meet the pressure of my fingers rubbing her clit on the outside. I rubbed her g-spot as it became swollen and spongy under my thumb and continued to stroke her clit with my fingers. At her command, I pushed one of my well-oiled fingers into her ass. She let out a guttural gasp, her ass grasping my finger and seemingly pulling it into the tight warmth. As she began to quiver, I continued to furiously rub her clit with my fingers keeping a steady rhythm. "Give me another finger" she growled hoarsely while gasping for breath. I complied by pushing another finger into her ass. With the second finger in her ass and the fingers of my other hand racing through the slippery wetness and over her engorged clit, her body began to spasm as she crested the first wave of her orgasm. Determined to push her over the top, I buried my thumb and fingers deep into both her holes pressing hard into her as I continued to rub her clit. "Fuck me with your fingers you panty slut," she screamed as she forced her ass and pussy back against my hands and arched off of the table. She began to buck her hips back and forth blasting into an intense orgasm as she rode my hands through her contractions, luxuriously drawing out her finish to the very end of her spasms. Satisfied, she collapsed melting onto the table. My legs were exhausted from standing on the balls of my feet in high heels and leaning over her body. Given the strength of her orgasm, I hoped I might be rewarded. Instead, she told me to bend over the bed. She lifted my dress, pulled down my tights and panties and roughly pulled the Progasm from my ass. She handed me a white satin baby doll nightgown from my collection and told me to clean up, put the nightgown on with my panties, and get ready for bed. I pulled my panties and tights back up and quickly cleaned up, carefully navigating the room while perched high on the stiletto heels. I carefully removed my heels, tights, and dress, adjusted my panties over my now engorged cock and aching balls, and pulled the silky nightgown over my head. I tingled with desire as the satin fabric massaged my body as I tried to sleep—my hard cock craving her touch and my head spinning with the naughtiest thoughts. I am sorry that I disappointed you and failed you I fear. For your pleasure I will keep my tongue in your rear. As often and long as you want licking your ass, no stopping, I am clear. I want to show you my contrition and serve you my dear. The next night she commanded me to dress in an outfit that she had picked out for me. "You need to look like a well dressed college sorority girl to perform the nasty service that you are going to provide tonight" She had selected white satin panties, ivory cable knit sweater tights, white extra firm control panties, a gray tweed miniskirt, tight black knit turtleneck, wide black suede belt, and black suede, peep toe, Mary Jane pumps with a 4 ½ inch heel. I again felt a deep thrill from dressing in these ultra feminine clothes mixed with humiliation from having to dress in front of her. I particularly relished the feeling of the soft sweater tights on my legs, but my cock was again neutered by the powerful control panties that suppressed any hope of an erection. She positioned me face up on the bed and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, rubbing her smooth lips and clit over my mouth as I licked them with my tongue. "Lick harder you sissy sorority slut," she laughed. In spite of, or maybe as a result of, her humiliating taunts, by body felt warm with the excitement of being dressed like a young fashionable coed. Once she was very wet, she moved her ass over my mouth, and I slowly started rubbing my tongue around the outside of her asshole. I could feel the tense ring of her asshole begin to relax as I moved my tongue in a swirling motion around the ring. She then moved onto her stomach and stuck her ass up in the air. "Lick my ass, my slut," she commanded, thoroughly enjoying her power over me. Spreading her ass cheeks, I again began licking the ring of muscle surrounding her puckered hole as the muscle further relaxed to accept my probing tongue. She moaned with pleasure and reached for the rabbit vibe that she had placed beside her on the bed. As I continued to service her ass with my tongue, she inserted the cock shaped portion of the rabbit into her now creamy pussy and slid the switch forward so that the dildo portion came to life and began rotating. "You will never come again if you do not keep your tongue in my ass until I am finished coming," she warned. With the rotating head deeply buried in pussy, she slid the control forward to start the clit stimulating rabbit ears. I followed her ass with my eager tongue as her body jerked forward at the shock of the vibration on her clit. As she settled in to a slight rocking motion, pressing the rabbit into her body, I moved from the ring of her asshole to the middle, gently flicking my tongue and probing to coax her sphincter to accept my tongue. Her asshole tasted sharp and spicy. As the rabbit vibe twisted in her pussy, she began to spasm from the vibe and my ass worship. Her sphincter slowly gave way to allow the tip of my tongue inside her ass. She gasped and pushed her ass back into my face as I continued to push my tongue in and out of her hole. Her asshole opened further allowing more of my tongue inside her than ever before. She began to shake violently as her orgasm began to build. Her sphincter muscle began gripping my tongue with each contraction pulling it into her asshole as I continued fucking her ass with my tongue to push her over the top. She let out a hoarse scream as the orgasm possessed her body driving her into a seizure like climax and causing her asshole to pulse around my tiring tongue. After her violent orgasm, she slid the still whirring rabbit from her pussy and collapsed on the bed. My exhausted, sore, tongue was throbbing at its base as I eased off of the bed, wobbling in my suede platform pumps. I stood at the foot of the bed once again conscious of the beautiful feminine clothes encasing my body. I continued to hope my efforts would be rewarded with a few merciful strokes on my cock, still crushed in the shaper panty. Raising my hopes, she told me she might allow me to rub my cock between her feet for one minute, but only after I brought her a nightgown to wear and cleaned the vibrator. When I returned from the bathroom, however, she cruelly told me she was tired and did not think such a pitiful girl was ready for stimulation of any kind. She told me instead I could sleep in my black satin chemise with no panties and massage her feet for 30 minutes as my reward. After I lovingly massaged her feet for the full 30 minutes, I slipped on the satin chemise. In my heightened state, my body tingled as the cool soft fabric slid down my body, grazing my grateful cock as the hem settled at my upper thigh. I eased between the sheets, forced to endure the cruel teasing of the satin gown rubbing against my touch starved cock. Exhausted from the tension and my service, I fell asleep wondering what trials and humiliations the next night would bring. Wife in Control Ch. 03 This is the third chapter in the story of my submission to my wife for punishment for failure to control my orgasm. My full offer of punishment for my transgression is fully set out in the first chapter for your reference. Each part of this story is true and is told as it actually occurred. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers know that she welcomes your feedback and welcomes any suggestions that you may have of further cruelties and humiliations that I should suffer under her control. She thanks you for your input, and I am both fearful of and excited by your creativity. This sissy needs to learn her pleasure to resist, by taking your hand in my ass all the way to the wrist. Corseted and stockinged like a true strumpet, made to perform as your anal hand puppet On Friday, my beautiful wife was up early for a meeting. Given vigorousness of the past two evening's activities in service to my queen, I thought she might take the night off to rest. I was certainly in need of rest since I had trouble sleeping because of the intensely heightened sexual arousal caused by her control and denial. Trying to sleep in the satin chemise clearly exacerbated this effect. Waking with swollen, aching balls, I showered, carefully shaving my legs and body smooth as she required. Returning to the bedroom, I quickly discovered that there would be no break. I found a pair of white satin panties with a pair of travel buff Silk Reflections control top pantyhose on the bed. There was also a note instructing me that, although it might be casual Friday, I was going to be dressed as a proper young businesswoman underneath my casual Friday slacks. Although filled with fear of being discovered at work, I obediently eased the panties up my legs to my waist, adjusting them so that they cupped my cock and swollen, heavy balls. Carefully rolling the pantyhose to the toe with my hands, I pulled them over each foot, one after the other, and eased them up my legs and up to my waist. The additional compression on my cock roused the mounting butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I paused briefly, relishing the silken feeling of the pantyhose on my legs. My slacks slid smoothly over my pantyhose covered legs as I pulled them up. The cool sensation of fabric sliding over the silky smooth hose caused a further flutter of excitement. I pulled my socks over my stockinged toes and prepared to face the day with my silky secret constantly reminding me of my desperation and depravity. By the end of the day, the sexual tension enveloped me in an edgy pink fog. That evening I had planned on cooking my wife a gourmet dinner, which was our usual weekend routine. When I arrived home from work crazed from the torture of the pantyhose and panties, she told me to go upstairs and change. She added, "I have left out some very dainty delights that are much more appropriate for a sissy slut trying to earn forgiveness for her lack of control." I climbed the stairs with a mixture of trepidation and titillation as I wondered what humiliations I would be forced to endure. My heart jumped with nervous desire when I looked on the bed and saw a white Victorian corset, white opaque stockings, white satin panties, and white satin 5 inch heeled evening pumps that looked like slightly slutty bridal shoes. Fumbling with excitement, I put on the corset, hooking the fasteners all the way from my waist to the top of the corset. As you may expect by now, this was not my first time to wear a corset. It fit, but was not snug. I had no way to tighten the laces on the back. I pulled the soft opaque stockings up over my knees and high on my thighs before fastening the garters to the stocking tops. I pulled the panties on, noticing that they were made of heavier fabric that deliciously gripped my ass, cock, and balls. I slipped on the shoes, which tightly hugged my stocking feet. Buzzing with the thrill of this fancy lingerie, I sprayed on the perfume she left out for me and put on the heavy white robe that she left on the bed with the lingerie. I felt so feminine that I almost forgot the task ahead of me. I struggled back down the stairs in my bridal lingerie and heels. When I arrived in front of my queen, she told me to remove the robe for inspection. She made me turn around, and she pulled the laces on the corset tight, squeezing my waist, straightening my posture, and constricting my lungs. Newly corseted into a feminine hourglass, I felt delightfully erotic in feminine bondage. I cooked dinner for her while she enjoyed a few cocktails to unwind from a hectic week. As she watched me try to cook in 5 inch heels, she told me I was a slutty bride who did not deserve to wear white and I should be nervous about tonight because I was about to feel like a real virgin bride. Her words exacerbated the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach as I cleaned up from dinner and prepared to follow her upstairs. After finishing in the kitchen, I teetered up the stairs and found her sitting on the bed. She told me that, while I had adequately completed my first two acts of contrition, she was still very disappointed in me. She said she knew I was probably just being poetic in my verse about taking her entire hand in my ass all the way to her wrist, since, in previous attempts, I had worked my way up to being able to take all five of her fingers, but could not get past her knuckles. She was correct because my anus was simply not capable of stretching wider to get over her knuckles when she tried to shove her whole hand in my ass. Shaking her head in disappointment, she said that nasty girls with no self control should not tease people with promises that they cannot keep. She laughed mischievously, telling me that she had dressed me as a virgin bride, because tonight I was going to be faithful to my promise and take her hand all of the way to her wrist. If I failed, she would try again once a week for as long as it took to fulfill my sissy vow. She added that I would have no hint of stimulation to my hungry cock and could not move forward toward regaining the pleasure of her touch until I lived up to my promise, even if it took a year without any touch for my lonely, orgasm starved cock. I was filled with sadness because I knew from my past failures that it was highly unlikely that my ass could physically stretch enough to slide over her knuckles to reach her wrist. Then she pronounced one more condition, since my punishment suggestions were a shameless act of topping from below, she was adding a new twist to my rectum stretching task. I would have to earn each finger she gave me and her whole hand by entertaining her with confessions from my early development as a slutty girl while wearing my older sister's clothes. While I had generally described my naughty adventures in my sister's closet and panty and hosiery drawers, I had never fully confessed the embarrassing details of my depravity. She told me to climb on the bed and prepare for my deflowering. I nervously assumed my position, tightly corseted on my stocking covered knees with my ass in the air. She emerged from the bathroom wearing a blue exam glove and carrying a large bottle of Maximus lube. She removed my panties leaving them hanging around my left ankle above the satin fuck me pump as yet another reminder of my sluttiness. She rubbed the lube on her gloved hand and began massaging it on the outside of my asshole telling me to relax and start my efforts to earn the first finger. Craving the stimulation of her finger, I started my confession. My fascination with women's clothing began when I pulled my then high school aged sister's ballet tights and leotard out of the laundry hamper and tried them on. I was overwhelmed with a warm, highly pleasurable sensation as the light pink tights hugged my legs and the leotard cradled my cock and balls. I wore them at every opportunity, savoring the strange warmth and titillation every one of my sissy girl brethren knows well. She said my first story was barely adequate, but I could ask for the first finger. I calmly asked her to please stick the first finger in my ass. She slid her finger into me forcing her way through my initial tightness. To earn the second finger, I had to share another embarrassing story. I told her that when my sister was in college at the University of Texas, I moved into her bedroom over the garage so my parents could convert my old room into a home office. Since she was only in college, it was still her room. The girly pink walls and decorations remained in place and, happily, so did the clothes she did not take with her to college. For a budding young sissy like me, it was wonderful, almost like my unknowing parents had given this budding panty boy a frilly high school girl's room as my own personal feminine playground. At night when my parents had gone to bed, I would lock the door and try on her clothes, again enjoying the warm sensation and softness and connection to my ultra feminine sister. To earn another finger, I described for my wife the thrill of pulling on my sister's cable knit private school uniform socks high up to my knees and wearing her silky panties, pointing my toes in the air as I stroked myself over the edge to orgasmic bliss, spurting into a tissue in my cupped hand. My wife deemed this acceptable and eased the second finger into my eager hole as I relaxed to accommodate it. In my sexual desperation, I relished the feeling as she slowly massaged my prostate with her fingers; giving me the closest thing to penile contact I had experience since she last touched my cock weeks ago. My wife proclaimed I was going to have to be more forthcoming with my confessions to earn her additional fingers. Hoping to satisfy her, I shared that my sister also left a pair of white opaque knee highs in her drawer. I would put them on with a pair of white nylon bikini panties pulling the thin, feminine socks up high to my knees. In my girly knee socks and panties, I would try on the shoes that she left in her closet. I wore two shoe sizes larger than my sister, but some of her shoes were broken in enough to fit if I wore thin socks or hose to help my foot slide into them. I eased my feet into a pair of navy blue ankle strap wedge sandals with a three inch heel. They were very tight, but I could buckle the ankle strap around my ankle using the last hole on the strap. I described the naughty feeling in the pit of my stomach I experienced as I modeled the shoes in front of my sister's full length mirror. I told her I would also wear my sister's Dr. Scholl's exercise sandals, which were very popular at the time, with the dainty knee highs. People of that era will remember those iconic sandals. My sister's had a hot pink strap. I will never forget the strange, titillating thrill I felt as the thin knee socks would slide against the smooth wooden foot bed of the sandals as I walked across my sister's pink shag carpeting. She withheld her third finger telling me she was not yet satisfied with my story and sensed I was withholding something particularly shameful. Desperate to earn the third finger and move forward toward my ultimate release, I confessed to her the last humiliating detail of this event. I described being dressed in my sister's knee socks, panties, and the Dr. Scholl's sandals. Entering my sister's attached bathroom, I crouched down to snoop through her cabinets. Between the hair products, I pulled out a half empty box of super tampons. I unfolded the sheet in the box and felt light headed with naughtiness as I looked at the diagrams showing a woman squatting slightly, inserting the tampon in her pussy, and removing the applicator. Removing the paper from one of the tampons, I squatted and pushed the front of the applicator into my ass. I pushed the end of the applicator into the front part injecting the tampon into my ass. The cottony fibers burned slightly in my ass as I removed the applicator allowing my asshole to contract around the string hanging out of my ass. The burning sensation subsided, and I began to enjoy the feeling of the tampon stuffed in my ass. I walked back to my sister's bedroom, and, taking her round lighted makeup mirror off of her dressing table, I inspected my ass with a feeling of naughty femininity. I pulled my sister's soft pink bathrobe off the hook in her closet, inhaling the smell of her favorite body powder that lingered on the robe. I rubbed the soft fabric of the robe over my pantied cock as I again admired myself in the mirror. Moving to the fluffy pink duvet covering my sister's bed, I opened the robe and propped my legs up on the foot rail so I could see my knee sock covered feet in the very girly Dr. Scholl's sandals. Pulling my cock out from the right leg opening of the white panties, I smoothed the front of the panties down over my mound, enjoying the girl like visual effect. I squirted my sister's Lubriderm lotion into my hand, inhaling another of her familiar scents, and began rubbing my already stiff cock. The pressure of the tampon plugged against my prostate felt incredible and hastened the arrival of that familiar building of my climax. I straightened my legs, pointed my toes, and then curled them over the cool wooden bump on the front of the sole of the sandals. As I began to come, I reached around to my ass and pulled on the string of the tampon. My body exploded with a new level of pleasure as the string pulled the tampon against the inside of my asshole. I came violently as the tampon popped from my ass like a cotton anal bead. "That is the most perverted thing I have heard in a while." My wife teased, "You really are a pitiful sissy." She told me I had earned the right to beg for the third finger. I asked her to please fill me with the third finger. She inserted it, stretching me past my comfort level as I tried to relax and accept it. As my sphincter relaxed enough to settle around her three fingers, she told me to make my fourth sissy confession. I told her, in the mid 1980's, my very fashionable sister was a debutant. Making your debut is a big deal in Texas. She was home from college almost every weekend, shopping with her friends, attending parties, and preparing for the debut ball. She was a beautiful Texas sorority girl and most of her friends were also gorgeous, appearing in my fantasies doing many perverted acts as I obsessively jacked off while exiled to my old room for the weekend. During this time, my sister regularly wore these wonderful Evan Picone pantyhose. They were not the typical nude pantyhose, but rather came in a variety of pastel colors, pink, baby blue, light grey, ivory, and a beautiful soft white. These expensive feeling pantyhose were softly sheer and very silky. My sister was very particular about keeping her pantyhose in perfect condition, so at the end of every weekend when she went back to college and I moved back into her room, I would find one or two pairs of her pantyhose in her bathroom wastebasket, the sheer feet sometimes draped invitingly over the edge. At night during the week, I would pull one of the discarded pair of pantyhose over my legs and high up above my waste. I would be enchanted as the silky softness of the hose encased my feet and legs and firmly squeezed my cock and balls. I would lie down on my sister's soft duvet covered bed, lift my legs up in the air, and admire the shiny softness of my pastel covered legs. By this time, I was a highly advanced beat-off artist. I would pull the waistband of the pantyhose down just below my cock and position myself over the small wooden finial sticking up about 3 inches above the foot rail of her bed. Stroking myself with my sister's Lubriderm body lotion, I pressed my ass over the finial, enjoying the pressure as my asshole crept over the finial and closed around the base. I would straighten my legs out in front of me to see and feel the pretty pantyhose stretch over my legs and feet, enjoying the feminine look. The smell of my sister's lotion, the girly surroundings of her room, and the look and feel of her pantyhose, made me feel warmly close to my favorite sister. The motion of stretching out my legs would cause my asshole to tighten around the wooden finial and trigger a wonderful orgasm as I came in my left hand rocking on the bedrail and milking my cock until it became soft in my hand. "If your sweet sister only knew of your perverted use of her things, she would be shocked. Maybe I should tell her" my wife cruelly threatened as she inserted the fourth finger. A wave of fear passed through me as I moved my satin pumps further apart and spread my legs to accommodate the invasion of her four fingers. "Your sister and I are going to have a very interesting walk on the beach this summer when we go on vacation with the family" she threatened. "If you cannot take my whole hand to the wrist, I am going to tell her everything." My fifth confession was not my naughtiest, but is one of my most intense and erotic memories of frolicking in my sister's clothes, lingerie, and hosiery. My sister took ballet throughout high school. While she was tall and did not have the petit frame needed for a future in ballet, images of her beauty in her ballet costumes and tights as she ripened into a woman are burned into my perverted memory. I remember how feminine she looked as a ballerina with her black hair pulled back in a bun. During her debut, one of the parties she attended was a costume ball. She dressed as a ballerina in soft pink tights and a white satin ballet costume with a wide platter tutu. I was filled with the most erotic, warm thoughts as I glimpsed her standing in her costume and tights fixing her makeup in the mirror. Her costumed friends arrived to pick her up and raved about her graceful beauty. Each one of her friends also looked amazing as they modeled their costumes for each other. One dressed in her old private school uniform complete with knee socks and saddle oxfords, another as a little girl in a short smocked dress, white tights, and patent leather Mary Jane shoes, and another obviously confident beauty dressed as a cat in a black spandex unitard that fully displayed her tight hot body. Feelings of lust battled strange feelings of envy over their girlish costumes as I retreated to the bathroom for a date with some baby oil after they left for the party. Some months later, when my sister was back at school and my parents were out for the evening, I found her ballet costume hanging in her closet. I went to her hosiery drawer and pulled out her pale pink ballet tights, my stomach wonderfully nervous with anticipation and excitement. I stretched the tights up my legs and pulled them high up my waist. The compression from the soft tights made my cock tingle with sexual electricity. I carefully removed the costume from the hanger, careful not to crush the tutu. Unzipping the back of the costume, I carefully placed each of my tights covered legs through the openings, pulled the costume up over my waist, and carefully eased my arms through the shoulder straps, adjusting the very tight satin costume over my body. I pulled the zipper up the back as far as I could. I imagined how great it would be to have my sister there to zip me all of the way up and teach me how to be a proper ballerina. While knowing she would be horrified at my violation of her feminine things, the fantasy remains one of my favorite. I will never forget the wonderful feeling of the satin panty of the costume tightly gripping my cock and balls under the frilly tutu. I do not know what it was, but something about the structure of the costume made it perfectly grasp my tights encased cock and balls in a way I have never been able to duplicate, despite my prolific panty boy history since that time. I posed in front of the mirror, feeling like a real ballerina and uniquely united with my sister's extreme femininity. I loved the effect of the tights and tutu making my legs appear coltish and miles long. I admired myself for more than an hour stretching and prancing in a girly trance. Finally, fearing my parents would be home soon, I carefully removed the costume and hung it back in her closet. Overcome with sexual excitement and tension, I pulled the front of my sister's ballet tights down below my cock. Then, I quickly relieved myself with my sister's lotion, my juices spurting powerfully into my cupped left hand. Wife in Control Ch. 03 "Your sister is going to love that one my little pussy girl. Your ass better keep stretching and swallowing my hand because you will have to move out of state when she hears all of this. Ask for the fifth finger and open wide." Responding to her command, I begged for her fifth finger. She folded her thumb under her other fingers and pushed her whole hand up to the base of her knuckles as I cried out from the pain of being stretched to my previous anal limit. I breathed heavily in an attempt to relax enough to accept the invasion, and the pain began to subside as my ass accommodated the front part of her hand. She told me to start my final confession and that it better be fist worthy. I explained that the biggest event of the year for my sister's debutante class was the Court of Texas Ball. The dresses for the evening were custom made ball gowns like a royal princess would wear, and my sister had fittings when she was home from school for parties leading up to the big weekend. One Saturday afternoon I walked past her room and saw her standing in front of the mirror wearing what I later learned was called a merry widow, a short strapless corset like garment with long garters. Keep in mind that this was before the internet and the Victoria's Secret fashion show on network television, and well past the time when pantyhose had replaced garter stockings. The merry widow was an exotic and wonderful revelation to an 18 year old high school senior, particularly one who was at least as turned on by wearing lingerie as he was by looking at it. Apparently, it was traditional for the debutantes to wear merry widows under their gowns for the ball. My sister stood there in her white merry widow, white panties, and sheer stockings attached to the garters, preparing to try on her dress. I almost came on the hard wood floors in the hall. In subsequent years, I spurted many loads of cum into the tissues held in my left hand while thinking about all of those 1980's sorority girl debutants, some innocent, some not, wearing their garter stockings for the first time attached to the merry widows under their custom ball gowns. I could see them teasing each other about the naughty stockings. I would also imagine some of them letting their boyfriends take advantage of the easy access available as they let themselves be rudely fucked while still wearing their merry widows, stockings, and heels. After the ball, with my sister back at school, I found her merry widow on the closet shelf resting on top of a box of sheer Hanes stockings. I pulled the merry widow off of the shelf and attached it around my waist, connecting the hook and eye closures around my back. I could only fasten the hooks about two thirds of the way up my back, but the merry widow gave me the scrumptiously confined feeling of being corseted for the first time. I carefully pulled one of the silky stockings up each leg and fastened them to the garters front and back. I stood to admire myself in the mirror. I still remember how thrillingly feminine I felt when bound in my sister's merry widow, stockings pulling at the stretched garters. I pulled my sister's gold high heeled evening shoes from the closet. Amazingly, the ultra sheer silky stockings allowed the strappy evening sandals to be pulled onto my feet and buckled around my ankle. They were painfully tight, but I was in heaven. My wife told me I was a very slutty debutante and asked if I ever took advantage of the easy access provided by the merry widow and garters as she adjusted her hand in my ass. Gasping at the renewed stretching, I confessed, days later, I again put out the merry widow, slid the stockings up my legs, attached the garters, and squeezed my stocking clad feet into the gold sandals. I turned my sister's dressing table on its side and greased up one of the one and a half inch diameter spindle-like legs with Vaseline. I pulled my sister's mirror off of the wall above her dressing table and leaned it against a chair so that I could have a good view. I then impaled my ass on the table leg, sliding back carefully as the beaded round foot of the table leg popped into my hungry ass and stretched my rectum. Filing my hand with lotion, I began to stroke myself as I slid back and forth on the table leg, slowly fucking myself as I watched the perverse scene in the mirror. Beside, myself with double pleasure, I came violently, shaking as my ass contracted in spasms around the wooden table leg. Laughing condescendingly, my wife proclaimed me perhaps the sluttiest debutant ever and told me I could beg for the rest of her hand. Literally entering into unexplored territory, I asked her to please, gently, give me the rest of her hand. She forcefully pushed her knuckles into my overstretched ass. In spite of my efforts to relax my ass even further, I could not get past her knuckles. She told me I better find a way to take her hand or we would have to start over next week, and she would be forced to tell my sister about my panty girl adventures in her drawers and closet. I reached backward over the stretched garters of my corset and pulled my ass cheeks apart, forcing myself back against her hand and arching my back at different angles to try to force her hand into my ass. Slowly, her hand began to slide forward as she pushed with all of her strength. I felt like I was being raped by a telephone pole as she forced her knuckles into my ass. The pain and pressure were relentless as I squirmed to find a position in which I could tolerate the pain in order to stretch my asshole over her hand and stop the torture. I screamed I could not take it and begged her to remove her hand. "You are almost there you little anal whore. You would not believe how wide your asshole is stretched. You could get three cocks in there at the same time. You can't stop now." With her encouragement, I closed my eyes, tightly grasped my ass cheeks, pulled them further apart, and made one final push against her hand. I screamed with pain and tears in my eyes as I felt my ass move gradually over her knuckles and begin to slide down her hand to her wrist in a cruelly paced race with my quickly expiring pain threshold as I struggled to endure this new level of deflowering. Finally, my asshole closed around her wrist. I was now fully her anal hand puppet. While the pain and splitting pressure were still intense, I was lost in an endorphin trance, filled with a warm sensation of accomplishment I had never experienced. The intensity of the feeling made me feel completely focused on my ass to point where my now soft cock was irrelevant, even as pre-cum dripped from the tip like chastity tears. After another minute, my wife told me my unfortunate prize for taking her whole hand in my ass was I had to endure it being removed. Slowly, she began sliding her hand out of my ass, stretching my spent asshole again to make it over her knuckles. I breathed rapidly like I was having a baby and cried out from the pain of what felt like my bowels being pulled out. I made it back over her knuckles, and her hand slid out of my gapping asshole leaving a void as a tried to recover from the painful violation. My wife told me she was proud of me for taking her hand even though I was still being punished for my lack of control. As my reward, she reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of pink satin tap pants and a matching camisole. At her command, I put them on, mesmerized by their feminine softness against my body. I climbed into bed, spent from the ordeal, but satisfied with my anal accomplishment. Wife in Control Ch. 04 This is the fourth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please review the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I did not think she would actually perform all of these cruel punishments on me, but she relished the opportunity to exercise her absolute dominion over my body and has expanded my offering with beautiful, creative cruelty. I live to serve her pleasure and am grateful she indulges my need for feminine discipline and complete control. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers know she welcomes your feedback and any suggestions you may have of further cruelties and humiliations I should suffer under her control. She thanks you for your input, and I am both fearful of and excited by your creativity. Perhaps some prideful dignity could be removed by a full bag enema detox. You laugh as I struggle to take it all in my pumps and knee sox. On Saturday, my ass was beyond sore from taking her whole hand in my ass to her wrist. I now had at least some insight into how a whore feels after overdosing on cock. Fortunately, my wife made plans for us to attend a neighborhood party. Even though she was allowing me a night off from my punishment, my wife took measures to ensure the tension from the denial of her touch did not abate. When I got out of the shower to dress for the party, she had laid out pink bikini panties and a pair of nude Hanes Silk Reflections control top pantyhose to wear under my slacks. I told her I was afraid the neighbors might notice or I would get caught when some woman hugged me and felt the top of the pantyhose pulled high up my waist. She laughed telling me I would have to endure my sissy fears. She added I would be wearing the hose with my loafers and no socks. She made me put the pantyhose on in front of her carefully watching to make sure I put them on correctly and laughing as I struggled to pull the control top portion securely over my panties and high on my waist. My fears of being discovered could not suppress the thrill of seeing the silky hose beautifully incasing my smoothly shaved legs. She noticed my bliss and told me I was enjoying this too much. She soon returned from our toy box in the closet with a Tristan black silicone butt plug. "This should help you remember you are being punished," she said as she instructed me to pull down my pantyhose and spread myself wide. She lubed up the butt plug and forced it into my sore ass with a pop. My tender ass burned as I tried to accommodate this latest invasion. She told me to pull up my pantyhose and to hold the butt plug in place. "Your pussy is probably still loose from my fist," she laughed and handed me a black control brief to put on making me pull it high and tight forcing the butt plug into my ass and holding it securely in place. "If you behave, I might not make you sleep in the butt plug," she teased. As I pulled my slacks over the pantyhose, the silky smoothness of the pantyhose began its tormenting effect. I could barely focus at the party, pushed by the pantyhose and her ongoing denial to the edge of sexual desperation and tormented by the ever present invasion of the butt plug. I am sure I appeared totally distracted in all my conversations that night by the sissy secret under my clothes. I constantly wondered whether I was walking funny as I tried to act natural while walking with a butt plug in my ass. I made it through the party without detection. As we walked home (I waddled as the rawness from the plug altered my gait), she informed me that she would remove the plug, but I would be sleeping in my panties and silky hose. I slept fitfully, my erotic thoughts magnified by the panties and pantyhose under the cool sheets. On Sunday, my wife sent me out all afternoon running errands for her, but not before making me wear panties under my casual pants to remind me that I was still her girl. I arrived home nervous with anticipation of the execution of the next punishment and met my wife in the kitchen. She looked great as usual, wearing a casual mini dress with sky high wedge heels. She ordered me upstairs to shower and shave my body girly smooth for her pleasure. She told me to put on white satin panties, white opaque knee socks, and my black patent leather round toe platform pumps with a 4 1/2 inch stiletto heel. The pumps are fabulously girly and sexy. I washed and shaved my body taking care to make my pubic mound smooth to the touch. After drying myself, I applied the very feminine body powder my wife left out for me and stepped into the panties, adjusting them to cover my cock and shaved balls. I rolled up the knee socks and slid them over my toes and up my legs, pulling them high so they covered my legs in white opaqueness up to my knees. I paused to admire them as white opaque knee socks are to me the ultimate in girly femininity. I slipped on the pumps, once again enjoying the feeling of the shoes sliding on my feet. I stood to wait on my mistress, struggling to adjust to the height of the heel on the platform pumps. The knee socks made me feel like a naughty school girl adding yet another layer to my orgasm starved desperation. I heard her walking up the stairs. When she arrived in the room, she told me it was going to be a very fulfilling evening. She pulled a leather collar from the drawer, fastened it around my neck, and attached a leather leash to the ring on the collar. She led me in front of the mirror so I could see what a pitiful sissy I had become. She made me pull down my panties and pose with my legs crossed over my cock so my shaved pubic mound creased in the middle between my legs. "Now you look like you have a real pussy like the one you dream about having." She laughed at her creation as she pulled the leash leading me into the bathroom. She told me pull my panties down to my ankles and made me get down on my knees and lean forward on my elbows over a towel she had placed on the floor. I waited nervously, listening as she went through her preparations at the counter. She filled a large hot water bottle until it swelled like a balloon, stretched full with warm water. She screwed in the cap and attached a long tube. Instead of an enema nozzle, however, she attached the much larger and longer douche nozzle that came with the kit. "I thought I would use the douche nozzle since your ass may as well be a pussy, "she said as she checked to make sure that the clamp on the hose was closed. She hung the hot water bottle high on the towel rack. I sensed her behind me just before I felt a cold sensation as she applied some lube to my exposed asshole, still tender from her anal puppet show and last nights plugging. I flinched as she inserted the hard plastic nozzle into my ass, reminding me of the perverse pleasure of playing doctor with my cousins, only with a larger object stretching my sphincter over the bulbous tip of the nozzle. She paused, only heightening the anticipation as I accommodated the initial invasion of my rectum. I put my head down and looked back at my girlishly bald pubic mound, my now embarrassingly shrunken cock, and the tube running rudely from my ass. My smooth legs looked particularly girly in the knee socks before the view took a slutty turn past the panties around my ankles to the patent leather pumps on my feet. I was shaken back to reality when she reached up and opened the clamp on the hose. The warm water rushed through the hose and flowed into my bowels. At first I felt gentle warmth, almost like I was wetting myself, then the water flowed more forcefully as I struggled to accommodate the rising pressure, and finally reaching the point of painful fullness as the last of the contents of the full hot water bottle emptied into my ass. With the bottle drained, she reached behind me for the nozzle, pausing to cruelly fuck me with it for a minute to intensify the pressure, before sliding it all of the way out of my ass. She moved in front of me and sat on the toilet seat holding the leash in her hand. She jerked the leash pulling my head up and said with delight, "Now we are going to see how long you can hold it. Hopefully, you can hold it better than your orgasms. If you release your bowels and mess up my bathroom, you will clean it up, and I will suspend your efforts to regain the pleasure of my touch for another month." I braced myself and clamped my taxed sphincter muscle tightly against the growing pressure as I could not bear an extra month without her glorious touch on my cock. The urgent need to evacuate crept over me at first, but then rose ever more quickly as she looked at her watch and told me that I had to make it two more minutes. I closed my eyes and curled my toes in the pumps, seeking to somehow endure the cruel test of my sphincter muscles. Finally, just as I was about to lose control and explode right on the floor, she said my two minutes were up. Before I could move toward my relief, however, she said that she had to go to the bathroom. I protested, but she jerked the leash pulling my collar to remind me who was in control. She slowly slid off her panties and began to pee as I waited at her feet, desperate to release my overly full bowels. As she finished, I struggled to stand, but she reminded me that I am required to clean her with my mouth whenever she pees in my presence or calls me afterward to service her, no exceptions. I groaned from the force of the pressure as I struggled to place my face between her legs. Her smoothly shaved pussy lips glistened with warm moisture as I began to lick the salty nectar and clean her. She told me to suck deeply to get every drop from the folds of her pussy. I moved to the center of her pussy to complete my service so I could escape the torture of my aching bowels. As I put my mouth over her pussy and stuck my tongue deep into her, sucking to slurp every drop, she clinched her muscles and sent another heavy stream squirting out of her urethra and into my waiting mouth. "I guess I wasn't finished; you better not spill a drop," she said laughing. I swallowed a mouth full of her golden gift and struggled to clean the rest of the last salty squirt from her pussy lips, not spilling a drop. At last, she deemed my cleaning duty complete, and she moved off the toilet. I struggled awkwardly to my stiletto heeled feet, ankles bound by the panties, and rushed to sit on the toilet. In a final blow to any shred of remaining dignity, she stood in front of me holding the leash, forcing me to perform that most private of acts as she laughed at my humiliation. Release could not be denied, however, as the contents of my bowels came flooding out leaving me limp from the ordeal. In a final insult, she reached down to my shriveled dick and wiped a sticky ribbon of precum onto her finger before sticking it in my mouth and telling me to suck it clean. To add to my torture she made me sleep in her short cotton Laura Ashley nightgown, the panties, and my knee socks. In spite of these feminine distractions, I slept soundly, spent and empty to my core. Wife in Control Ch. 05 Or maybe a dance fully dressed and made up for ballet. Stretched and rehearsed to dance any male pride away. This is the fifth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers know she welcomes your feedback and any suggestions you may have of further cruelties and humiliations I should suffer under her control. We have received several very creative suggestions via email feedback. Please keep them coming. She thanks you for your input, and I am both fearful of and excited by your creativity. First, I should share a little background. When I first saw my future wife, she was in college. She was walking out of one of the dance rehearsal rooms at the performing arts building at the school dressed in a black leotard and white tights. She had not had time to put on her cover up. As a dancer, she was used to walking around dressed in a leotard and tights so it was not unusual for her. However, it was love at first sight for me. As a result of my adolescent fascination with my sister and her friends, I thought a ballerina was the ultimate expression of femininity. As I watched her move in the leotard and tights, I was immediately infatuated with her long, lean body and natural grace. She was an unusual combination of polished, Southern-sorority, girl beauty and powerful, graceful dancer. I later learned she was minoring in dance. When we were dating, I relished seeing her dressed for dance class. Even when we were newly in love, long before I confessed to her my love of wearing women's clothing and my particular love of dancewear, she would make out with me after dance class still dressed in her leotard and tights and let me slowly peel them off down her body before we made love. I had truly found the perfect woman. Little did she know at the time, she had found an imperfect man. She quit dancing after college, but loves the workout she gets from ballet, so she had a ballet bar and mirror installed along one wall in our home workout room. After I confessed my need to serve her as her sissy slave, she made me dress up in her leotard and tights on occasion, which led me to include this humiliation in my punishment poem. I arrived home Monday night tired from the typical Monday grind and curious as to what the evening would bring. I walked upstairs to find my wife standing in our exercise room dressed in a black leotard, pink tights, and ballet shoes. She scolded me for being late for ballet class. She told me to go dress for class immediately so we could practice for my senior recital. On the bed in our room, she had laid out a pink thong dance panty, a brand new pair of pink Capezio Ultra Soft dance tights, a pink high neck leotard, white leg warmers, and a pair of pink leather Capezio ballet shoes, all of which she had ordered in my size for the occasion. At this point, this did not seem like a punishment. I was thrilled with the opportunity to dress like a ballerina princess, although I knew humiliation at her hands surely lay ahead. I slipped on the dance thong, rolled each leg of the tights up and pulled them over my toes and up my legs. The tights were as soft as advertised and covered my smoothly shaved legs with opaque pinkness. I stepped into the leotard, pulled it up over the tights and slipped my arms through the shoulder straps. The leotard was firmly pressing on my tights covered crotch, crushing my cock and balls flat. I slipped the ballet slippers on my feet and pulled on the leg warmers. I felt the coolness of the leather ballet slippers through my tights. I felt nervous and light-headed as I stood in front of the mirror admiring the femininity of my ensemble. My wife told me to hurry up from the other room. I entered the room as she laughed, "You really are a prissy ballerina aren't you." Sadly, I could only hope to achieve that standard of femininity. She ordered me to begin stretching on the ballet bar on the wall in front of the full mirror. She led me through a series of stretches on the bar as I admired my tights covered legs with my toes pointed in the dainty ballet slippers. Satisfied with my stretching, my ballet mistress said that she was going to teach me a five minute dance for my recital. She led me through a simple dance that she had choreographed, correcting me harshly and laughing at my clumsiness. Finally, she grudgingly announced herself satisfied with my progress. She said I now had to prepare for the recital. She led me back to the bedroom. Reaching into the closet, she pulled out a ballet costume. She held up the soft pink satin ballet costume with a light pink mesh platter tutu attached. She said that she had ordered it in my size over the internet. She slid my leotard down my legs, and helped me pull the costume over my tights and up body so I could put my arms through the straps of the top. The tutu was sewn tight to the satin panty portion of the costume which was very snug and firm over my cock and balls, which swelled in the soft tights pushing against the satiny restraints. It felt amazing causing my head to swim in my desperate state. She stood me in front of the mirror as I silently admired my feminized form in the costume, warmed in my loins by the sight of my long pink hued legs rising coltishly to the dramatic crown of the high stiff tutu. Surely, this was the most feminine I had ever felt. She would not stop there, however. She led me into the bathroom and slicked my hair back from my forehead like a dancer with her hair pulled back in a bun. Sitting me in front of mirror, she applied a liquid foundation, put a heavy coat of red lipstick on my lips, and applied pink blush to my cheeks. She then heavily made up my eyes to prepare me for the stage. She turned me toward the mirror. I was amazed. She had turned me into a ballerina, completely divorced from my maleness. "You are going to look great dressed like that for Halloween", she teased. Her words shocked me into consciousness knowing with a combination of fear and titillation she was absolutely serious. It was now time for my performance. In my now ultra feminine state, I worked my way through the dance steps; careful to keep my toes pointed as my stern ballet mistress watched. As I struggled through the plies and arabesques, she chastised me for my awkwardness, but I looked the part in the mirror and certainly felt the ultimate in ballerina femininity in the core of my sex, crushed by the tutu and tights. With every movement, the tights stretched over my legs, their every caress heightening my orgasm starved desperation. I was now devoid of any feelings of maleness. When my performance was over, she told me once again that my punishment was incomplete. She pulled out an exercise mat and made me get on my knees. I waited anxiously as she left the room. She returned wearing a black leather strap on harness over her leotard and tights. A large flesh colored realistic dildo was attached to the harness with the large balls hanging down below. The contrast between the sweet femininity of her leotard and tights and the rude sexuality of the strap on harness and dildo was mesmerizing. She approached me and said, "Slutty ballerinas get fucked by their boyfriends who come to their dance recitals." She then cruelly added, "I dated a real man before you. He was an asshole, but he had a huge cock, and he used to love to fuck me in my dance clothes. You have become such a pitiful sissy, I may have to go out and look for a new real man with a big cock." I trembled with both humiliation and the heightened sexual excitement that plagues the denied. She told me I was going to have to suck the cock first to make sure it was hard. Eying the bulbous head of the dildo, I slowly leaned forward and placed my lips over the tip. I took the head into my mouth. My wife commanded, "Suck my cock, you little ballerina whore." The cock had a chemical taste, but I tried to take it further in my mouth. She watched me in the mirror urging me to relax my throat and take it all. I gagged as the dildo hit the back of my throat and pulled back to try again. She told me we would to keep going until I had taken the whole rubber cock in my mouth. As I struggled to swallow her cock, I focused on the erotic image of my cock sucking made in the mirror. With a deep breath, I extended my lips forward and opened my throat to accept the cock in my mouth all of the way to the base. She pulled my hair, forcing my head back and sliding the dildo out of my mouth leaving the tip to rest naughtily on my lips. She told me I was now going to be rudely fucked and made me get on my hands and knees. She reached under my tutu and forced her hand under the panty to grab the waistband of the tights. She pulled the tights down my ass to the crotch of the costume. She then pulled the crotch of the panty to the side, exposing my ass, but keeping my aching cock confined in the panty and tights. The cool air was soon replaced by the cold sensation of lube coated fingers as she rubbed the lube on my ass, probing my asshole. First , one finger easily slid into me, but I was immediately shocked as she stuffed a second and a third finger into me, telling me she wanted me to feel roughly fingered like she had been as a young ballerina. Her fingers were quickly replaced with the head of the dildo at the entrance to my asshole. My sphincter stretched around the head as she slowly slid the huge cock into me. While I struggled to take her cock, I watched the scene in the mirror- a ballerina roughly fucked in her tutu and tights. She fucked me hard, slamming into my ass and leaving me with only the slight movement of the panty and tights over my swollen cock, just enough to raise the sexual tension to even greater heights. She pulled the cock almost all of the way out of me and then slammed the entire length of the cock into my ass. I gasped as it filled my bowels. As she fucked me, she said, "Someday you will have to take a real cock. A dildo can't compare to a horny stud thrusting rapidly in and out of you with his cock, desperately trying to get himself off inside of you." She pulled out again, this time all the way and told me to turn over on my back. She put my pink hued legs over her shoulders and leaned into me, pushing the fake cock back into my ass. "Keep your toes pointed like a proper ballerina," she told me as she sank all of the way into my ass. The erotic image of my tights and pointed toes in the mirror was amazing, but only served to sharpen the sexual edge that was dominating my thoughts. After five more minutes of hard fucking, she told me I was going to have to fake an orgasm before she would stop the anal assault. Watching the contrast between the soft ballet costume and the rudeness of the fucking I was getting in the mirror, my breath quickened. Slowly moaning, I raised the pitch of my voice to simulate a young girl coming around a thick cock. As I pretended to "come," she urged me to milk her cock with my ass as she forced her weight into me, finally collapsing against my body. She pulled out, leaving my ass gapping. She told me to put my leotard back over my tights because I was going to sleep in my leotard and tights and the ballet shoes. You can't conceive of the sexual torment that racked my body as I slid under the sheets and tried to go to sleep fully encased in the feminine ballerina cocoon. Wife in Control Ch. 06 I will bring you your Magic Wand and Trigasm. And suck on your toes, while you enjoy every spasm. Your humiliated sissy in panties, tights, and stilettos. This is the sixth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers know she welcomes your feedback and any suggestions you may have of further cruelties and humiliations I should suffer under her control. We have received several very creative suggestions via private email feedback. My wife says please keep them coming. She thanks you for your input, and I am both fearful of and excited by your creativity. I arrived home from work on Tuesday night a little early because of a meeting outside of the office. When I walked in the door, my wife was not yet home, but there was a note for me. "Welcome home my pitiful sissy slut. Tonight you are going to serve me as my slutty secretary. I have put your outfit on the bed. You must dress in black satin panties, black opaque tights, a black control camisole top, and a black control brief to keep your sad, disobedient cock under control. You must complete your outfit with a tight black pencil skirt, a black turtleneck top and black platform pumps with a 5 inch heel. I will be home at six and expect you to be showered and ready to serve me." Realizing I needed to hurry, I went to the bathroom to shower. There was another note reminding me my boss likes her secretary shaved smoothly and smelling pretty. Heeding her command, I showered and shaved my legs, my pubic mound, and the rest of my body, girly smooth. She left some perfumed lotion for me, and I rubbed the lotion over my freshly shaved legs and body, enjoying the pretty feminine scent. As commanded, I slipped on the black satin panties, pulled the tights carefully up my legs and high up my waist. I put on the firm control brief stretching it high over the top of the tights. I stepped into the camisole, pulled it over the tights, and slipped my arms through the straps before adjusting it over my chest. I was now firmly girdled in the tights, power panties, and camisole, with my cock pressed flat in the satin panties. Next, I slipped on the beautiful black leather pumps and paused to enjoy the feeling as the leather snuggly cupped my tights covered feet. I admired the shape of my legs; looking slim, sleek, and shapely in the black tights and feminine pumps. I pulled the knit turtleneck over my head and pulled on the skirt, sliding it up my smooth opaque legs, and zipping it at my waist. The feeling of the satin lining against my legs and the control panty made me quiver with edgy frustration in my touch-free state of denial. As I admired myself in the mirror, my wife arrived home, and I heard her high heels click as she walked up the stairs. Appraising my feminine attire, she told me I really was a pitiful sissy girl. She called me into the bathroom and sprayed me with perfume. She then applied bright red lipstick to my lips, telling me that tonight I would be servicing the boss. She pulled her Hitachi Magic Wand massager off of the shelf in her closet along with the Trigasm attachment. This silicone attachment fits over the head of the magic wand and has three prongs, a large G spot prong with a bulb on the end to insert in her pussy, a twig on the front for her clit, and a prong in the rear to stimulate her ass. There is nothing subtle about this toy One of my wife's favorite things is to have her toes sucked and licked. It really drives her wild. After grabbing the Magic Wand and Trigasm, she moved into the bedroom. She removed her skirt and top and laid them over a chair. My heart leaped as I admired her moving around the room in nothing but her bra, panties, and sexy black leather high heeled pumps. She unhooked her bra, freeing her full breasts, slid off her panties, and climbed on the bed wearing only her heels. "My slutty sissy secretary, in order to make this payment for your sissy failure, you will service me by first sucking on my right foot and toes until I come and then sucking on my left foot and toes until I come again. After that, we will see what happens." Standing at the end of the bed, I removed her right shoe and began to slowly lick the toes on her right foot. The leather and perspiration from her day flavored her toes with a musky sharpness I knew well from previous service. She inserted the G spot probe into her pussy, pushing the Trigasm firmly against her so the front twig parted her lips and pressed against her clit. As I began sucking her big toe all the way into my mouth, she flipped on the switch of the Magic Wand. She moaned in almost instantaneous pleasure as the shock of the deep vibrations shook her to the core of her loins. I moved my mouth over all of her toes as she began to breathe heavily with the rising sensation. She hoarsely ordered me to take her whole foot in my mouth. "I better see red lipstick stains at the base of my foot or you will pay with your sissy ass" she warned. I struggled to maintain my footing because the leather soled pumps slid on the carpet as I began to deep throat her foot. Sucking it into my mouth, I swirled my tongue over her toes like I was giving her foot a blow job. I worked hard to satisfy her, stretching my lips out to touch the top of her foot near the base of her ankle trying desperately to leave the lipstick mark she demanded before pulling back to breathe I felt the lining of the skirt slide up my tights as I serviced her foot exposing the bottom of my ass. As I pushed my mouth back down over her foot, she began to shudder with her first orgasm, groaning with the first spasms of her pleasure. Her foot jerked in my mouth as she spread her legs further and forced the device hard against her pussy, rocking it downward so the rear prong pressed first against and then slightly into her asshole. I moved to keep up with her foot, holding it in my mouth as I worked my tongue back and forth over her toes while she shook violently and moaned with pleasure. As she broke through her climax and began to settle back down, I pulled back and began to gently lick and suck her toes, in tune with her body as her breathing became steady while she returned from her orgasmic peak. After pausing for a couple of minutes to gather herself, she reapplied the bright red lipstick to my lips teasing me that I was becoming such a slut that she might have to take additional measures to control me. She ordered me to switch my ministrations to her other foot. I began to lick and suck her toes on her left foot as she again inserted the middle bulb of the Trigasm into her pussy, turned on the Magic Wand, and forced it hard against her clit and ass to take full advantage of all three prongs of pleasure. More relaxed after her first orgasm, she continued to chastise me for my inability to control myself. With a wickedly cruel tone, she said she would lock up my cock, and I would never be able to fuck her again if I could not properly restrain my orgasm. She threatened that next time I would be sucking her toes while she was properly fucked some young stud if I could not control my sissy dick. While I had fantasized about her fucking other men, she had never made this threat. I felt both fear and excitement in my gut as my cock swelled in vain against the satin panties. Eager to please my deliciously cruel wife, I increased my efforts sucking and licking her toes as her second orgasm began to build. She noticed my excitement as I increased my pace and taunted me saying, "You are a pitiful sissy girl if you are turned on by watching your wife pleasured and fucked by other men. You should be very careful what you wish for." Her ominous warning was interrupted by a gasp as the vibrating probes took over her body and quickened her breath. Again, I struggled to hold her toes in my mouth as she pulled her legs apart trying to force the Trigasm deeper into her pussy. I lifted my eyes to watch as she began to quake with the rush of pleasure, enjoying the beautiful sight of my wife's orgasm. She struggled to breathe as the orgasm broke through; contractions shook her whole body, pushing her over the top. Biting her bottom lip as she came down from the height of her orgasm, she shook her foot to release it from my mouth. As she composed herself, I stood and straightened my skirt, again conscious of the warm pleasure of the leather fuck-me pumps and my girly attire, the smell of perfume drifted up from my neck. After a moments rest, my wife told me she wanted one more orgasm. She turned on her stomach and pulled her knees under her, raising her gorgeous ass in the air. She slowly eased the Trigasm back into her weeping pussy, pulling it forward so the front probe was hard against her clit. Reaching back with her other hand she pointed at her ass and commanded me to lick her rear hole. I climbed up on the bed and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I began slowly swirling my tongue around the ring of her asshole, slipping it just under the back prong of the Trigasm, which she had pulled away from her ass as she rocked it forward to force it hard against her clit. She turned the Magic Wand on its low setting. The vibrations from her earlier her efforts had relaxed her sphincter so much that my tongue dipped inside her hole with little resistance as I swirled it around her anal ring. I became more direct, licking up and down the center of her hole and popping the tip of my tongue inside her in the middle of every stroke. She moaned with pleasure and told me to fuck her ass with my tongue. Forcing my face between her ass cheeks, I pushed my tongue into her. Her ass was so relaxed I was able to thrust my tongue into her ass as far as it would stretch. She pushed back against my face trying to force my tongue deeper into her ass as she began rocking the vibrator back and forth. I winced as the rear prong of the vibrating Trigasm touched my tongue causing me to pull back from the tickling sensation. "Panty slut, you will never come again if you do not stuff your tongue back into my ass," she yelled. Steeling myself to endure the vibrations, I obediently pushed my tongue back into her warm hole. She rocked the vibrator back so the rear probe again came into contact with my tongue. I pushed my face hard against her ass cheeks to brace myself and held my tongue inside the velvety walls of her hole. My tongue transferred the vibrations into her warm canal. "Oh fuck that feels so good," she groaned as she began to shake and ride my vibrating tongue in her ass. Her spasms became stronger and her sphincter tightened around my tongue. I struggled to wiggle my tongue deeper into her hole to push her over the top. She squeaked loudly with every breath as she came hard against the three pronged genital assault of the Trigasm, lingering within her orgasm and drawing out her pleasure. Spent, she switched off the vibrations and collapsed forward on her stomach. I softly rimmed her asshole with my tongue as she enjoyed the relaxed afterglow of her third orgasm. After she had recovered for a few minutes, she turned to me and said, "Panty slut you barely passed tonight's test and came very close to having to start over." She told me I would have to endure extra sexual frustration to learn to be more responsive to her needs. She instructed me to remove my blouse, skirt, pumps, and the control brief, but leave on the tights, panties, and camisole that encased my body. She made me put on a long black satin gown she had purchased for me. I slipped off the pumps feeling the coolness of the air on my toes as they were freed from the leather and slid off my skirt, blouse, and control panty. I slipped the gown over my head, overcome by a warm thrill as the satin nightgown slid down my top and my tights. As we prepared for bed, every movement caused the cool satin to rub over my tights and panties massaging my desperate cock. I climbed into bed and experienced the strange feeling of my tights encased feet and legs under the cool sheets. I tossed and turned all night under the constant stimulation of my gown and tights, haunted in my heightened state by constant thoughts of being forced to endure the most perverse acts imaginable. Wife in Control Ch. 07 This is the seventh chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem I submitted suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I am grateful that my wife loves me enough to exercise the total control over me that I need and crave, which includes humiliating consequences for coming without permission. She truly knows what is best for me. She shows her love by indulging my need for rules and discipline. Please remember that the stories in this series are absolutely true. You can impact our future adventures, however. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers know she welcomes your feedback and any suggestions you may have of further cruelties and humiliations I should suffer under her control. We have received several very creative suggestions via private email feedback. My wife says please keep them coming. She thanks you for your input, and I am both fearful of and excited by your creativity. This girl's shame is great for having failed,for your entertainment I should be dressed and impaled. On objects selected by you to be seen, I am sure you will test this sissy size queen. As a regular ritual in her complete control of my sexuality, my wife makes me confess my prior acts of perversion to her. There is a never ending supply of these stories since I have been beyond naughty since I was very young. Among her favorites for some reason are the stories of me impaling myself on various bed posts and spindles while wearing some girly outfit borrowed from my sister or from some unsuspecting coed's lingerie drawer, stretching my asshole as I stroked my cock. She often has me entertain her by impaling myself on various objects while she watches me rudely stretched in front of her. With this kink in mind, my punishment poem included a performance on the pole so to speak, and this was the night. I arrived home before her and found a note telling me to shower, shave myself completely smooth, and wait on the bed for her. I complied with her commands as quickly as possible, finishing my shower and shaving ritual by applying some feminine perfumed body lotion to my silky smooth skin. As I waited on the bed, she arrived home and walked upstairs. She entered the room carrying two shipping boxes and announced that she had made some purchases for me. She said I would earn them later, but now would wear them purely for her viewing pleasure. From the box she pulled a pale pink satin Victorian corset with garters and matching satin panties. Next, she took out a new pair of delicious pink stockings. Placing my arms through the straps of the corset, she fastened the hook and eye closures in front and then pulled the lacing in the back cruelly tight creating a feminine waist. She had me roll up the stockings, slide them over my feet, and pull them up my legs under her watchful eye. As I fastened the stocking tops to the garters on the corset, I was mesmerized by their softness and their smoky sheerness on my smooth legs, which reminded me of wearing my sister's pink pastel pantyhose pilfered from her waste basket. She commanded me to put the panties on outside of the garters "for easy access." The corset and the panties were of extremely high quality, and the panties felt substantial and heavy in my hand. I eased the panties over my pretty pink stockings and pulled them snug over my needy cock and swollen balls. The substantial fabric felt luxurious on my starved organ. She left the room, and I fell back on the bed and extended my legs above me marveling at how soft and feminine they looked coated with the pink hue of the stockings. I had never worn expensive lingerie, and my body hummed with sissy satisfaction that only slutty sissies can know. I tugged on my nipples through the satin corset feeling the electric charge heightened to new levels by the many days of denial. Returning to the room, she caught me admiring my legs and the corset and panties. She warned me, "Don't get too comfortable in those clothes; you will pay for them later. I just wanted to see you get in touch with your pinkness for my pleasure." She opened the other shipping box and removed a pink shoebox. She removed a pair of yummy pink satin peep toe pumps with 5 inch heels and a one inch platform, and a large satin bow on each toe. As she slid each pump on my feet, she teased, "You better enjoy these because you may never wear them again since I am not sure that you could possibly do enough to earn them. You may have to take a real cock in you ass to pay for these." Orgasm starved sissy slut that I was, I groaned audibly as the images created by her taunting floated in my head. Now wearing the exquisite pink pumps, sexy in a classy, flirty way, I stood at her command. "We need one finishing touch," she purred reaching into her drawer to remove a matching pink satin ribbon. She tied the broad ribbon around my neck in a bow, creating a satin choker as a delicious feminine accent. While a struggled to adapt to walking in the new heels, she had me model for her pleasure. I watched myself in the mirror and gasped at the vision of girly pale pink contrasted with the raw sexuality of the corset, panties, stockings, and satin heels. The wired edge of my heightened sexual anguish gave me a buzz like some mythical sex drug. To my surprise, she led me down the stairs and, appropriately, to the back door. I was mortified as she opened the door and escorted me out the door, into the cool December night, and onto our slate patio. We have a back guest house that blocks the view from one side of the patio, but have close neighbors on the other side. I was relieved to see their house was dark, but feared my sissy secret would be discovered if they arrived home. My wife is very careful and knew they were out of town, but she did not tell me, letting my fear of further humiliation sharpen the edge of my erotic discomfort. My wife appeared relaxed as she led me to the gate that separates the patio from the rest of the backyard. Although I was anxious at the humiliating thought of being discovered, I noticed the strange feeling of the cold air through the stockings and the corset. She stopped and pulled something from her pocket. It was a condom. I then learned my first object of impalement when she slipped the condom over the two inch wide, ball shaped cap on the gate post. "You will make a great patio ornament corseted, stockinged, and mounted on our gate post," she said as she laughed mischievously. "You better mount your asshole on that ball before the neighbors come home." The top of the post was a few inches below my waist. She turned me away from her and pulled my panties down to my ankles. She bent me over and told me to spread my ass cheeks with my hands as she applied lube to my asshole. The lube was cold but welcome as I dreaded the prospect of taking the iron post with a tight dry hole. I turned to face her, and shuffled back to the post since the pink panties were now loosely binding my ankles. I stood on my toes in the pink satin pumps and pressed my asshole against the latex covered ball. The cold metal caused my asshole to tense, and my sphincter blocked the ball from entering my ass. I reached back and pulled my cheeks further apart to open myself. With that effort my asshole began to spread around the ball as my legs cramped from the strain of being on my toes. I groaned as my sphincter ring stretched, slowly sliding over the iron ball and closing around the lower side much to my relief. My burning legs could finally relax as I sat down on the post with the ball filling my ass. The cold iron chilled the delicate tissue inside my ass causing my semi hard cock to ache from inattention. My wife laughed and applauded the show, telling me she was turned on by watching me strain to stretch my ass over the iron ball. She sat down in one of the patio chairs and looked at her watch. She told me I had to hold my pose, impaled on top of the post for 5 minutes, like some perverse Roman garden ornament. I spent the next 5 minutes chilled to the core by the iron ball and anxiously watching the driveway next door for headlights. Sensing my fear of discovery, she teased, "I think Allison is out of town, but, if Frank comes home, your sissy secret will be revealed. Allison does not seem like she is giving him much action since the baby was born. I might be able to keep him quiet if I make you suck his dick every few days or let him fuck your sissy ass while I watch. What do you think of that my pink pussy princess? I hope for your sake he likes sissy boys. "He may demand to fuck me instead in exchange for keeping quiet about your perverted cross dressing. You are lucky I love you enough to make that sacrifice. You should kiss my ass everyday in thanks that I am willing to take another man's big cock in my pussy to save your reputation." Her taunting made me nervous, but sent a naughty thrill through my loins as I served my anal sentence on the garden fence. Finally, she told me that I could come off my anal perch. I struggled to raise myself up on the toes of my satin pumps and lift my asshole off of the cold iron ball. My starved cock leapt as the ring of my asshole stretched back around the iron ball and slid closed down the other side of the ball. The chill from the cold iron lingered as I regained my composure and quickly walked inside relieved that my secret addiction was safe from the neighborhood gossip. I walked delicately following my wife to the stairs and up to our bedroom nervous as to my next anal challenge. She escorted me into the bathroom and told me to bend over the counter. Pulling my panties down to my knees she cleaned me with a cold wet washcloth, triggering youthful memories of exposure and sending a tingle through my useless cock and into the pit of my stomach. The hint of pleasure was quickly replaced by concern as my wife disappeared into her closet and returned with "Kong" a huge realistic vibrating dildo with a massive bulbous head and huge balls hanging in front of a suction cup base. It is 10 inches in length and 2.5 inches in girth. This dildo would give even the biggest size queen pause. Some months before, I had tried to take this massive rubber cock in my ass as part of a challenge from my wife to earn a new pair of sexy patent leather lace up booties. At the time, she had not allowed me to come for over a month. I desperately craved the feel of the booties as they embraced my tights covered feet, becoming a substitute for my forbidden orgasm. Unfortunately, I was not able to stretch my ass around the head of Kong as it hung suction cupped to the footboard of the bed, and I failed the challenge. I was crushed as my wife slowly slid the booties off of my feet, put them back in the box, and immediately shipped them back to the store. I told my wife I did not think I could take Kong. She teased, "You sissified pussy, you will take it all the way to the balls at the base or no one will touch your cock again." With that warning, she stuck the suction cup of Kong on the wooden foot board of the bed about 15 inches off of the carpeted floor and sat in the big overstuffed chair facing the foot of the bed. I lubed Kong liberally. "May I remove my panties so I can spread my legs further apart," I asked. "You may leave them around one of your ankles," she replied. Lowering the satin panties down my legs, I climbed down on my pink-hued knees feeling my feet slide forward in the cool lining of the pink satin pumps. I backed up until the huge bulbous head of the dildo coldly touched my asshole. My earlier struggles in failing to take this monster cock had mostly been a result of the massive head and somewhat flexible shaft of the dildo. Unlike gradually building up to five fingers when being fisted, there was no build up with the Kong, just 2.5 inches of firm dildo splitting me from the start. I reached back and pushed the head of the dildo against my well-greased asshole, but the shaft bent from the pressure, and I could not get it in. I tried again, using my hand to force the head in my ass. My asshole stretched to accommodate the massive head as I breathed like a woman in child birth in an effort to accept Kong's anal invasion. Once the head popped into my ass, I was overcome with the pain of being stretched beyond my limits. My mouth opened wide as I groaned in an effort to tolerate the painful stretching. I paused hoping my asshole would expand and the pain would subside. After what seemed like several minutes of squirming and deep breathing in an attempt to ease the relentless pressure, my ass began to accept the initial assault. The pain was slowly overcome by the pleasure of endorphins released with the stretching of my ass to its absolute limit. Unlike the ball shaped fence cap, however, there was no relief from sliding closed around the other side, just more of the unrelenting, massive dildo filling my ass. My wife, watching my anal ordeal, said, "Watching your face, with your mouth opening and contorting as you try to take Kong is so hot, particularly in your pretty pink lingerie." She removed her panties, lifted up the fleece mini-dress she was wearing and began slowly stroking her hairless pussy. Even in my impaled state, this vision caused a twitch in my long denied cock. Gaining my composure as my ass gradually stretched around Kong, I realized I had only taken about three inches of Kong in my ass and had a long way to go to pay this portion of my debt of disobedience. Breathing rapidly again, I pulled my ass cheeks apart with my hands and pushed my ass back against Kong as it slowly and relentlessly bored into my ass stretching me wider with every inch. With about four inches to go, I encountered some resistance as Kong pushed into my bowels, which had never been stretched this wide at this depth. I arched and bowed my back trying to maneuver the huge Kong further into me and searching desperately for an angle that would allow me to accommodate the butt-wrecking beast at this extreme depth. I again reached my hands back over the garters that held my stockings and pulled my ass cheeks further apart. I could hear my wife purr with approval as I snaked my body down the shaft of this rubber pole, slowly making my way to full impalement. I felt like the tip of Kong was going to come out of my mouth as I finally felt my asshole stretch up to the balls hanging at the base of the dildo. "Wow, you really are a size queen," my wife exclaimed as she slowly stroked her now glistening pussy lips. She eased up from the chair, reached behind me, and turned the vibrator control for Kong all of the way up. My body was shaken to its inner core. The vibrations deep in my bowels were greatly intensified with my body stretched around the massive Kong. My wife taunted me, "If you can take five strokes, fucking yourself up and down the entire length of Kong, then you will be able to remove the dildo." I slowly eased my body up the shaft of the dildo as it length slid form my ass to a point about two inches from the head. Following her command, I then pushed my ass carefully back down the length of the dildo, again contorting my body in an attempt to relieve the relentless pressure of the Kong stretching me beyond my previous limits. I repeated this ritual four more times never getting any real relief as my ass was already stretched to the maximum. "You may now remove yourself my sissy size queen" she said. I moved forward sliding my body off of the Kong, my asshole gaping from the huge intruder, and fell forward on my stomach, light headed from the reaming. Once I had come to my senses and recovered my breath, my wife told me I looked like a sloppy slut and to straighten my stockings and pull myself together because I had one final impalement to endure. After Kong, my asshole was so loosely stretched that I did not know of anything that would be a challenge other than my soreness from the previous anal assaults. I pulled the satin panties up so they again cupped my swollen balls. I then adjusted my pink stockings pulling them all of the way up my legs and smoothing them so I looked like a proper girl. "We need to tighten your corset my little slut," my wife said as she made me turn around and pulled the laces of the corset so that the pink satin fabric pulled even tighter cinching my waist to a point where I could barely breathe. Satisfied that I was securely corseted, she led me to our guest room, where she had positioned an overstuffed chair in front of our antique day bed. I immediately realized my next anal challenge. The bed had spindle posts sticking up about 8 inches from each corner of the foot of the bed. The posts were turned in a spool design which looks like a series of one inch high round disks or bulbs stacked on top of each other, in this case widening out to about 21/4 inches at the widest point and then narrowing to about 11/4 inch before repeating the pattern. "I would like you to meet your next date my little anal slut. You better get him ready," my wife laughed as she handed me a tube of lube. I greased the post running my hand up and down its knobbed length as I contemplated whether my sore asshole was up to the task. "Take off those pretty pink panties, I want to watch you take this one in your sissy ass," she purred as she settled into the chair with the new Lelo Ina vibrator I had purchased for her. I slowly slid the panties down my legs and bent down to lift them over my stiletto heels and carefully over the bows on the front of my pink pumps. The top of the post was waist high, so I stood on my stockinged toes forcing them to slide forward in the pumps as I positioned my traumatized asshole over the top of the post. I slowly lowered my body onto the post. The intense soreness I felt as my sphincter ring stretched over the width of the first bulb reminded me of the prior anal indignities suffered for my inability to control myself for the pleasure of my beautiful, sexy bride With each bulb of the post my ass stretched wide to accommodate the 21/4 inch girth of the post before sliding down the other side of the bulb and closing around the narrow part of the post only to be stretched back out again to open myself for the unyielding width of the next bulb. After the first two bulbs, it was easier to control my descent onto the post because the tips of my satin covered stiletto heels touched the floor, but not easier to take the stretching of my asshole. As I moved down the next bulb, I had to handle the additional challenge of the depth of the post in my ass pushing the walls of my rectum. I finally struggled over the last bulb as the post mercifully narrowed at the base of the foot board. Rudely mounted and stuffed, I awaited my wife's approval while she casually eased her vibrator up and down the lips of her shaved and splayed pussy. "You took it all, but it is kind of boring with you just sitting there impaled on the post. I want to add a more entertaining challenge to help me get off." She walked over to the drawer where she keeps her wrapping paper. She pulled out a pink ribbon that closely matched the pale pink color of my corset, panties, and satin pumps. The ribbon had a grouping of silver jingle bells tied to it. She approached me as I sat impaled on the post still breathing heavily trying to relax my ass to accommodate the mass and depth of the bed post sticking deep up my bowels. She lifted my semi-hard cock and tied the ribbon around it in a bow. She settled back in her chair, picked up the vibrator, and said, "If I do not hear those bells ringing continuously until I come, then your cock will not be touched for another month. Start moving!" Wife in Control Ch. 07 On her command, I pushed my feet forward in the pink pumps and lifted my body up, forcing my asshole open wide with each bulb like I was being entered again and again. My sphincter was now sloppily loose, and I soon developed a rhythm of moving rapidly up two bulbs, open shut, open shut, and then back down again to make the bells ring at the end of my long ignored, desperate cock. In fact, the alternating pressure from the movement of the wooden bulbs on my prostate soon caused pleasure to overcome my soreness with warm stimulation, which was revealed by the oozing of pre-cum like chastity tears from the tip of my cock. Noticing the sign of my growing sexual desperation, she laughed and said, "Let's make this interesting. I think it's impossible, but, if you can make yourself come just by riding up and down the bed post with your ass, then I will do anything you want sexually for the next two months, no questions asked." Further titillated by her challenge, I began focusing on the stroking sensation on my prostate from the alternating width of the post. I had visions of making my beautiful wife my sex slave serving my every carnal need. I knew deep down, however, that, if I actually won the right to choose our sexual path for the next two months, I would sheepishly ask my wife to take even tighter control with more complete feminization, orgasm denial, and humiliation. This I could not deny in my corseted, stockinged, and pantied state of heightened sissy sexuality. As I focused all my strength on ringing the bells and trying to achieve a long denied orgasm without any penile stimulation, my wife began to quiver and shake with a building orgasm. She moved from rapid breathing to rhythmic moans from the depth of her being. She finally climaxed slowly, skillfully drawing out her pleasure with her new toy like an experienced craftswoman, her climax giving way to a relaxed sigh. Left wanting once again, my ride came to an end with her orgasm. She told me to remove myself from the post. I stood on the toes of the satin pumps and slowly pulled my ass up the post, each bulb opening and closing my asshole on the way up until I was free of the invader. She then teased, "Put your pretty pink panties back on my little sissy. It is pitiful that you can't come when you are supposed to, but can control your sissy dribbling when you are forbidden from spurting." Once my abandoned cock and balls were secure in their pretty pink prison, she spread her legs and told me to slowly lick her pussy warning me to be careful to avoid her clit which was still sensitive from her orgasm. Moving to my knees, I slowly licked her glistening bald pussy lips. After a few minutes of my service, she told me I could stop my efforts. She said I would be sleeping in my corset, panties, and stockings to complete this punishment task. Exhausted from the anal ordeal, I removed my pumps, feeling the cool air on my stockinged feet. I relished the feeling as there is nothing better for a stocking addict than the feeling of cool air on stocking encased feet, newly freed from a pair of sexy shoes. I climbed under the covers, tired, but heightened to an edge I had not previously experienced and tried to sleep while tortured by the delicious feeling of the satin and stockings sliding against the sheets. Wife in Control Ch. 08 This is the eighth and final chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem offering humiliating punishments to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I adore and cherish my beautiful wife. She not only tells me how much she loves me but also lets me know how much she loves me by showing me. She shows her love by indulging my need for rules and discipline. She understands that a sissy needs control and must pay for messy failures. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers know she welcomes your feedback and any suggestions you may have of further cruelties and humiliations I should suffer under her control. We have received several very creative suggestions via private email feedback. My wife says please keep them coming. She thanks you for your input, and I am both fearful of and excited by your creativity. Maybe you just need to get straight down to it, right to the real culprit and punish my clit. Strapped tightly to the spreader bar. Black stockinged high heeled legs stretched apart very far, you torture my parts while I beg you to stop. I arrived home the night after my evening of impaling thinking I might have the night off. My wife was leading a workshop for leaders in the community all afternoon and going out for drinks with some of her girlfriends afterward. I assumed I would be left alone to quiver with acute orgasm withdrawal. The feeling was like the DT's that alcoholics get. My wife's scrumptiously cruel sexual torture and denial had me on an erotic edge that made it difficult for me to think straight, let alone function or sleep. As I reached our bedroom, I noticed a note on the bed. My quiet evening was not to be. The note said, "My dear sissy, tonight you will be put to the test so you better look your girly best." The note instructed me to shower, shave, and dress in the clothes she laid out for me. On the bed, I found a black satin corset, black stockings, and black satin ankle strap platform pumps with feminine black bows on each toe. Although nervous about the evening ahead, the beautiful, sexy clothes made my stomach flutter with girly excitement. She added I should complete my look with black satin string bikini panties, worn on the outside of my garters so they could be easily removed for full access. Titillated by the luscious lingerie she had selected, I picked up the heavy black satin corset from the bed, slid my arms through the straps and fastened the hook and eye closures all the way up the front tightly cinching my waist into a more feminine form. The stockings she had selected were black with alternating sheer and opaque half-inch wide vertical stripes from the toes up to the tops where the garters hooked. I rolled each of the stockings up with my fingers, carefully inserted my pointed toes into the toe caps, and pulled each stocking up my smoothly shaved leg and high up my thigh. Like a neat and proper girl, I carefully straightened the stockings so the stripes were straight and clipped each of the four garters to the stockings. The stockings caressed my legs with their silkiness as they pulled on the garters when I walked. I picked up the satin panties she had selected for me, noticing the substantial weight of the black shiny fabric. I slowly pulled them up my stocking covered legs and over the garter clips, being careful not to dislodge the clips from the stockings. Pulling the panties up to my waist, I adjusted them so the heavy satin fabric cupped my cock and swollen balls tightly. My feet slid easily into the satin front of the ankle strap bow pumps. I fastened the ankle straps, and stood on the 5 inch heels to admire my sexy ensemble in the mirror. Only a fellow sissy sufferer could truly appreciate the naughty thrill in the pit of my stomach as I basked in the femininity of the beautiful lingerie, stockings, and heels. The black lingerie and satin stilettos made me feel so sleekly sexy that I almost forgot the impending punishment. I felt like a slutty, naughty girl preparing to be fucked senseless by my boyfriend. Snapping out of the trance of exquisite feminization, I realized I had to move on with my next tasks. My wife's note commanded me to pull the locked storage chest containing all of our toys and bondage gear out of the closet, unlock it, and wait on her to arrive home. Heightened to a sharp edge by her denial and my exquisitely feminine dress, my thoughts raced with sexual imagery as I complied with her commands and waited on her return. After the longest thirty minutes in my life, I heard the front door open announcing her arrival. I heard the sound of her high heels as she walked up the stairs. She entered the room looking strikingly beautiful in a very short blue knit sweater dress, black ribbed opaque tights, and my favorite shoes, a pair of black, almond toed oxford booties with ribbon laces and 5 inch stiletto heels. These booties are amazingly sexy. Even though she had been standing on her feet all afternoon leading the workshop and then had been out for drinks with friends, she still looked fresh and beautiful, if a bit loosely relaxed from the drinks. "I see you found my instructions my panty slut," she purred as she put her purse down by a chair and turned to face me. "I have been thinking of the last punishment in your poem all day surrounded by women in beautiful outfits and sexy shoes that you would die to wear. If only they knew what a sissy panty slut you really are beneath your conservative business suits." She inspected my outfit, running her hands over my corseted torso and down my legs, carefully avoiding my pantied cock, which twitched helplessly, starving for her touch. Turning to the toy chest, she removed leather wrist and ankle cuffs from the chest. She then fastened the straps of the wide leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles pulling the straps tight before buckling them securely. She slid my panties down my leg, releasing my swollen cock to helplessly bob in the air, before she turned to the next step of my bondage. She went to her closet and emerged with a long, heavy, wooden spreader bar made from a long 1 inch dowel with metal eye bolts screwed into each end and two more eye bolts evenly spaced on the side of the dowels with another in the middle. I felt a stirring of dread, since she chose the bar we had never used because it was too long. She clipped the end of the spreader bar to the metal ring on one of the ankle cuffs. She then moved the other end of the spreader bar to my other ankle. She stretched my legs uncomfortably wide and clipped the other ankle cuff to the spreader bar locking my legs painfully apart. I felt like I was going to be split in two as I struggled to become accustomed to my stocking covered legs being stretched that far apart. She told me to lift my feet and legs up and grab the spreader bar with my hands. I complained that I could not handle the spreader bar in that position, but she told me that I would pay for each complaint with more pain. Chastened, I lifted my legs up and grabbed the spreader bar with my hands as instructed. She clipped the wrist cuffs to the eye bolts on each side of the middle of the bar so that I was now locked with my wrists secured to the spreader bar and my ankles locked at each end. Next, she took the black nylon rope, tied it to the ring at the center of the spreader bar, and then looped it around the cross post at the head of our four poster bed. She pulled on the rope, pulling the bar and my legs back over my head and lifting my ass off of the bed so my body was resting on the small of my back. She tied the rope to the bed post and stepped back to admire her work. I was thoroughly trussed, stretched obscenely wide, and completely exposed. My cock, balls, and ass were subject to her deliciously cruel whims. The scene was undeniably erotic, and my helplessness only served to further increase the sexual tension that infused my entire being. She reached forward and grabbed my balls, pulling and crushing them painfully in her hand. "Looks like I have you by the proverbial balls, not that you really need them you little pansy." She turned and left the room. I heard her heels on the wooden stairs as she descended and later ascended the stairs and entered our room. She reached forward to my ass. I could not see her hand, but felt the cool wetness of lube on my ass preparing me for an invasion of some type. After far too short of a warm up, she held up a large granite butt plug, much too large for my unprepared ass. She placed the tip of the plug on my exposed asshole shocking me because the plug was freezing cold. It now became clear that she had removed the plug from the freezer downstairs. Before I had time to adjust to the cold, she shoved the frozen plug into my tight asshole. I yelled from the pain of my asshole being suddenly stretched and the extreme cold as my sphincter ring closed tightly around the base of the hard stone plug. I was suspended helplessly and unable to escape the unyielding cold of the heavy plug in my ass. "Shut up you little panty slut, we can't have the neighbors hearing your screams, and believe me, there will be many more screams as you pay for your dribbling failure," she warned. "We better cover your eyes so you do not scream like a girl before I even touch you." After pausing briefly to survey the situation, she removed her leather booties, lifted up her dress, and pulled off her panties and tights. She separated the black bikini panties from her tights and brought the panties around to the side of the bed. She slipped the silky fabric of the panties over my head and positioned the crotch over my mouth so my eyes were covered by the seat of the black panties and the crotch covered my nose and mouth. The crotch was thickly coated with her pussy butter and felt warm and slippery on my lips and nose. "I have been creaming in my panties all day thinking about what I am going to do to you tonight. Your first job is to suck my panties clean." I licked her sweet pussy cream from the crotch and then sucked the soaked cotton panel into my mouth pulling the thick juices from the fabric. The warmth of my excitement from the taste and smell of her arousal and her dirty panties nearly overcame the cold sensation of the granite butt plug chilling my very core as my body fought to warm the plug to a tolerable temperature. "I think you need more coverage," she said as she took the thick ribbed tights and pulled the panty portion over my entire head, further surrounding me with her luscious scent. She then wrapped the legs of the tights around my head once, covering my eyes to the point where no light passed through. She lifted the panty portion of the tights above my mouth. After commanding me to open my mouth, she fed each foot of the tights around the crotch of the panties and into my mouth. The ribbed feet of the tights were very damp. They smelled and tasted salty and musky since her feet had been marinating while tightly laced in the leather booties all day. I could scarcely enjoy the perverse pleasure of this new level of submission, because she then stuffed the remaining material from the legs of the tights into my mouth, filling my mouth beyond capacity with tights before pulling the control top panty portion of the tights over my mouth and chin to secure the tights gag in place. "Now your payment will begin," she purred as I heard her move away from me. Suddenly, I felt the sharp sting of what seemed like a thin leather belt strike my suspended ass cheeks causing me to flinch against the restraints as my scream was muffled by her tights stuffed in my mouth. Nine more lashes with the belt followed, each harder and more painful than the last. I squirmed against the bindings with each lash trying to escape the real pain as this was no Saturday night role playing spanking. With each lash she taunted me, and it became painfully clear that drinks with the girls had lowered any barriers to her dominant nature. After a brief pause, the dull burning of my inflamed ass was replaced by the sharp sting of a riding crop coming down on my full, exposed balls. The sting of the crop was followed by the strength draining pain of being hit in the balls. "These are the root of your problem and will be punished first," she said sternly as she slapped the crop down again on my balls, generating another guttural moan of pain from my tights stuffed mouth. She applied the crop eight more times pausing for what seemed like a minute between lashes to maximize the pain, leaving me drained and sweating from the painful racking. Out of breath from the torture of my balls, I tried to gather myself. The brief break from the crop was followed by a broad swath of pain as she repeatedly brought a leather flogger sharply down against my inner thighs, first the left and then the right. She paused, and I felt her push on the granite plug in my ass just to make sure I knew it was still there, as if I could forget a one pound stone in my ass. I felt her toying with my cock with what must have been the handle of the crop. Amazingly, my cock was semi hard after the assault, a sad indicator of the length of my denial. I felt the leather loop hanging from the handle of the crop slide over my cock as she slid it to the base. My starved cock reacted by swelling from the attention. She twisted the crop, causing the leather loop to pull tight around the base of my cock like a snare around a snake. With my cock captured in the loop, my wife pulled the crop back toward her, pulling my cock down between my spread legs so that the head pointed toward her. "Now your clit will pay for your lack of control." With that declaration, she brought the leather flogger down hard against my cock and the leather strips coated the sensitive head and shaft with pain as she held my cock at its most vulnerable angle. I groaned through the tights and my body convulsed against the bindings, unable to escape the painful blows. "Your inability to control your sissy clit is particularly selfish because it deprives me of the pleasure of riding a stiff cock during your punishment. If your lack of control continues, we will have to make other arrangements for my pleasure." With that ominous warning, she followed the first blow with another and another, until I had endured 15 lashes with the flogger across my exposed cock, each blow harder than the last. I was a sweaty mess. As I moaned for her to please stop, my cock throbbing with pain, but was amazingly still hard as it absorbed each lash of the flogger. "Five more clit spankings for depriving me of a stiff cock for almost a month, you sissy bitch," she announced as she switched back to the leather crop and slapped it down hard on my cock and balls five more times. I thrashed against the bindings trying in vain to escape the pain. Finally, she paused again. I was spent; hanging limp on the spreader bar and rope, but my pitifully needy cock was as hard as a rock. "You are such a selfish sissy for depriving me of the pleasure of rubbing my clit against you until I come time after time," she chastised me again. "You deserve more pussy spankings, but I have to come." I had a flash of hope that she might once again envelope my cock with the silky walls of her pussy. How I longed for her buttery softness around me. I felt her place something under my raised ass and pull it around each of my legs, buckling the straps around my legs. She unclipped my arms from the spreader bar and tied them to the posts at the head of the bed, and allowed my legs to fall to the bed still attached and spread wide by the spreader bar. She pulled the object around my waist and buckled it in front of me. My hopes were dashed when I realized by experienced it was one of her dildo harnesses. She tightened the straps around my legs and waist. I was still blindfolded and gagged with her tights and panties and wasn't entirely sure what was happening. I felt her fasten a dildo of some type to the front of the harness resting it on my pubic bone above my hard cock. I moaned in frustration at the realization that she was going to take her pleasure on the dildo and not my starving cock. She laughed, "Oh you silly girl, you didn't think you were going to get to put your sissy dick inside of me, did you? That may never happen again if you don't learn to control yourself." Her taunting only served to intensify my desperation as she prepared to mount the dildo. My last hope was that my rock hard cock would enjoy the delicious touch of her ass as she rode the dildo in front of it. My hard cock did not escape her notice, however. "Hoping for a little collateral rubbing?" she teased. "We can't have that." I felt her move off of the bed and return. I felt the cruel sensation of her place one of her leather booties over my cock, pushing the head of my cock up into the toe of the bootie. She stuffed my balls into the heel of the bootie and tied the ribbon laces around the base of my cock and balls to secure the bootie tightly in place. The weight of the high heeled bootie pulled my hard cock down between my legs, and the leather encasing my cock ensured I would feel no stimulation from her ass as she rode the dildo. The sad irony was the booties that excited me the most when she wore them were being used to deny me even the slightest stimulation from her touch. She reached up behind my head and pulled the tights and panties off of my head, uncovering my eyes, but leaving my mouth stuffed with the feet and legs of the tights. "I want you to watch every minute of my pleasure so you will know what you are missing because of your failure to control your dribbling dick." She climbed up, straddled my body, and slowly lowered her pussy over the huge dildo, pausing to accommodate its girth as her glistening pussy lips stretched over the head. She gasped as she slid down to the base. She looked into my eyes with lust, spread her legs so her pussy lips flattened wide over the base of the dildo, and began to rock back and forth, pressing her clit into the black leather harness covering my pubic bone. Quickly, she developed a rhythm, and her breathing became labored as she rode the dildo and exploded with her first orgasm. While she took her pleasure, my hard cock bobbed helplessly in the leather confines of the bootie, Resting in the glory of her first orgasm, she leaned forward against my corseted body and whispered in my ear, "That felt amazing, maybe I can do without your sissy cock after all. Maybe we need to leave your pantied cock alone and let you please me with only your mouth and fingers," she purred. "By the way, I can feel the toe of the bootie hitting my asshole as I ride you. It feels wonderful. Does it bother you that your helpless cock is separated from pleasure by only a few millimeters of leather?" Rested, she resumed her pursuit of her next orgasm, this time leaning slightly forward and rubbing her clit against my body while the dildo stretched her pussy. Meanwhile, her rocking caused the granite butt plug to fuck my ass in and out as the motion pushed the base against the bed. As she continued to work her hips back and forth in pursuit of the next climax, she arched her back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to allow the toe of the bootie to rub her rear. All I could do was watch, warmed by her pleasure, but tortured by the absence of stimulation. She rode the dildo to two more orgasms. Exhausted, she collapsed on my chest. After what seemed like and eternity listening to her breathing in my ear as she recovered, she whispered in my ear, "Your punishment is complete, but we have to begin your rehabilitation. Wife in Control Ch. 08 "First please know I love you more than you can imagine and will always cherish your love and our friendship. Because I love you and know what is best for you, I am going to give you one more chance to control your male functions. You and I both know that you really want to be my true sissy girl lover so you cannot be allowed to come. "You will wear only girly clothes when you are at home from now on. For the first two weeks, you will service me with your mouth only and fingers only. For two weeks after that, you will wear two condoms each night when I take my pleasure on your cock. If you can maintain control, you may step down to one condom for two weeks after that. If you don't make a mess after that, then the bare skin of your cock may once again enjoy the sweet, soft touch of my wet pussy. If you can maintain control for a month after that, we will consider whether you can come again. Of course, it will be on my terms. "If you come during any of these steps, you will never come again. I will lock you up in one of those chastity tubes you are always eyeing on the internet, and I will have to seek my pleasure elsewhere. You cock will never see my pussy again. You will be my cuckold sissy eunuch except I will let you keep your balls so that you will think of me constantly while you are driven insane by chastity's cruel power. You will please me with your mouth and hands and will be available for cleaning up the mess my lovers make in my pussy and ass, but your male orgasm days will end forever" I shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement as I began my journey to reclaim my wife's tender touch, dreading the possibility I would fail to control myself and lose my pussy privileges forever, but thrilled at the prospect of worshiping my beautiful queen.