0 comments/ 42999 views/ 2 favorites Night Six of Domination Week By: Rusher Nights one through five of this series have been previously posted on this site. Night six of domination week was a Saturday, and James and Sarah slept in. They woke around 10:00 and had a leisurely breakfast, sitting silently across from each other chewing bagels and sipping orange juice. They didn't talk about the previous evening's adventure. The only remembrance of it had been when they had first awakened, and Sarah was still wearing her collar from the night before. She removed it on her way to the shower, and James had no idea where she put it. Saturday in the Smith household was for getting the necessary work done. Sarah suggested to James that he do some work in the yard since it was dry and relatively warm. She was off to do some shopping and see to some other necessary errands. Sarah spent a few hours shopping for necessary items at the mall, then arrived a few minutes before her scheduled appointment time with her hairdresser. She sat down to wait and idly thumbed through a magazine. Tonight was going to be fun, she thought as she sat there. She could see where it could be construed as revenge for the previous evening's little surprise that James had sprung. But the truth was, she had kind of enjoyed herself, the sheer wantonness of it, and she didn't feel the need to get back at him When she sat down in the chair and told her hairdresser Julie what she wanted, the younger woman expressed surprise. "Are you sure?" she asked incredulously. "Yes. I've been looking for a change." "Well, OK. If you're sure. But if you want me to stop, let me know." "I trust you." When Julie finished Sarah was surprised at the difference her haircut made in her appearance. When she had walked in her hair was down to her shoulders, feathered and feminine in every way. Now with her hair cut short and parted on the side, she looked almost mannish. "I love it," she said to Julie, turning this way and that to look at it from different angles in the mirror. Julie let out a sigh of relief. "You know, it does look pretty good. Boy, is your husband going to be surprised." "Oh, he's going to be shocked, all right." She paid the bill, along with a generous tip for Julie. "Now, there's just one more thing I need from you…" When Sarah explained what it was, Julie was totally confused. Sarah's last stop was Cassandra's shop. She had special ordered a few items for tonight's escapades. She hoped it had all arrived in time. When she entered the shop, Cassandra greeted her warmly. "Is everything here?" "Yes. The last of it got here just a little while ago. It seems like you're going to have quite a time tonight." "I hope so. It's my last night, so I want to make it memorable." "Come on. I'll help you put these things in your car and we'll have a late lunch." "OK." They put the bags in the trunk and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. They lingered over their food and talked about everything except what would be happening later at the Smith household. A little over an hour later, the two said their good-byes. Sarah arrived home a short time later and parked in the driveway. Her husband was nowhere to be seen, but she could tell he had mowed the yard and done some trimming. She took the bags from the trunk and carried them into the house. It was quiet when she walked in. She went to the bedroom and found James there asleep on the bed wearing a T-shirt and shorts. She put the bags in the closet, then leaned over him and kissed him. He stirred and woke. "Hello stranger. Have you seen my wife anywhere?" James said, smiling and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. She blushed and her hand went up to stroke her hair. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I do, actually," he said, reaching up to touch it. He stroked it. "It's really short." "Yes, it is. I wanted to do something dramatic for my last night." "You're off to a good start." "Why, thank you. But there's a lot more surprises to come. Why don't you go hop in the shower so we can get things started." He got up and headed for the shower, peeling off his shirt and shorts on the way. A few moments she heard the shower running. She closed the bathroom door, and brought the bags out from the closet and laid them on the bed. She pulled a canister of shaving gel and some razors from one of the bags. She took off her clothes and headed for the shower. James was standing under the warm spray, happily soaping himself with his back to her when she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. She placed the razors and gel on the shower shelf behind her. James turned and was surprised to see her there. "Well, hello there. To what do I owe this honor?" "Hello, darling…just making sure you're getting all clean." "I'm getting every nook and cranny. But if you'd like to wash my back, I wouldn't say no." "Of course. Turn around and hand me the soap and wash rag." She got a good lather going with the soap and applied to the wash rag. She began soaping up James' back, looking at his naked form as she did so. He had just the hint of love handles around his waist. Her hand slid down and over his ass cheeks, soaping them as well. He wiggled his hips and butt at her as she caressed him with the wash rag, then cupped his cheek in her hand. She caressed his ass with her soapy wet hands and admired the view. She loved his tight little ass and muscular thighs, both residuals of his athletic younger days. Just the sight of them made her want to take James by the hand and lead him to the bedroom for some steamy lovemaking. She imagined herself on her knees in front of him, taking his flaccid cock into her mouth as she stroked his ass and thighs, his cock growing between her lips. She was brought out of her erotic daydream by James' voice. "You OK back there?" he inquired, looking back over his shoulder. Sarah realized she had stopped rubbing him and was holding onto his hips, standing there looking hypnotized. "Yes, I'm fine." She bent down and began washing his legs, soaping his thighs front and back. She went down to soap his calf muscles, then started back up. Finally, she slid the damp rag between the cheeks of his ass. James gave out a small gasp and went up on his toes as she slid the rag up between his cheeks. Finally, she reached around and soaped up his cock and balls, massaging them with rag much longer than was necessary to assure they were clean. James leaned forward and propped himself up with his hands against the shower wall as she stroked him. Sarah stood up behind James. She pressed her back to his and grasped his half-hard cock in her hands. She peered over his shoulder to watch as her hand slid up down the shaft. With her other hand, she began fondling his balls. Soon he was fully erect. James still had his hands against the wall. Now his head was thrown back as he enjoyed the feeling of Sarah stroking his cock. His breath was ragged, and he moaned once or twice. Sarah began stroking faster, gripping his cock tighter as she continued to fondle his balls. Then she suddenly stopped. "There you go," Sarah said, slapping him on the ass. "All clean. Now rinse off." "What? Come on now, that's not fair," he said, trying to turn around. Sarah's body pressed against his prevented him from accomplishing it. He looked at her over his shoulder. "Don't tell me the fun's over already," James said, standing under the water to wash off the soap. Sarah thought for a moment about letting him go down on her, but rejected the idea. She decided to go ahead with the original plan. "I didn't say that. We're just getting started." Sarah picked up the shaving gel and squirted some into her open palm. "Lift up your arms, darling." She lathered James up under each arm. Then she turned and picked up the razor. "Whoa. What are you going to do?" "Haven't you guessed?" Sarah grabbed his right arm at the elbow to hold it up. She carefully shaved away the thick hair under his arm, using the shower spray to clean the razor. Then she grabbed the other arm and repeated the process. She put the razor down, and James thought she was finished. Instead, she picked up the shaving gel again and filled her palm with it once more. "What now?" he asked. Sarah didn't answer. She spread gel all over his chest, then picked up the razor once more. "How far is this going to go?" "Until I say when." She began to shave away the hair on his chest, taking careful strokes around his nipples. When she finished she turned him around to let the shower spray wash any stray hairs. She put down the razor and stroked his now bare chest. "Mmmm, darling. That's a good look for you. It feel's nice, too. Check it out." James reached up and stroked his chest. "I haven't felt my bare chest in I don't know how long. It does feel kind of good." "Good. I'm glad you like it. Now let's get the hair off your stomach as well." She squirted the gel directly onto his skin, then spread it around. With only a few strokes she had removed the thin strip of hair that trailed down his stomach. "Hmmm…that's a good start, darling. Now for the tricky part." "I hope you're not saying what I think you're saying." "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying." She picked up the shaving gel. She looked James in the eye, her eyebrow cocked, as she picked up the razor in her other hand and held it up. "Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?" "I'd rather neither of us did the honors." "Well, I guess I'll decide then. I think I'll do it, to make sure it gets done right." Sarah lathered up his groin, then knelt down in front of him and started gently shaving the base of his cock. When she finished that she went on and deftly shaved his balls, lifting them with one hand so she could shave underneath as well. She quickly removed the thicker hair above his cock with a few strokes from the razor. "Well, I'm glad that's over with." "Yes. We're halfway home now," she said, looking up at James and smiling. "Halfway? No, don't tell me…you're not going to shave my legs, are you?" "Yes, that's the plan." "What do you have up your sleeve, young lady?" "You don't want me to spoil the surprise, do you?" "Yes. Spoil it before we go any further." "I don't want to starve your sense of adventure." "Come on." "I want to see what you look like without hair. And I'm in charge. That's all you need to know. Or do I need to remind you who's in charge?" Sarah grasped James' hairless balls in her hands and squeezed them gently to make her point. He gasped. Sarah picked up the gel and sprayed it onto his left thigh and spread it around the area. She was surprised at how thick the hair was, forcing her to clean the razor often. Soon his thigh was bare in the front. She ran her hand up and down on the smooth skin, admiring her handiwork. "Oh, darling, this is going to look good when I'm finished." She covered the front of the other thigh with gel and carefully cleared it of hair as well. "Now turn around, darling." She repeated the process on the back of James' legs, reaching up with her spare hand to tickle his balls as she finished his inner thigh. Next she shaved the calf and ankle of each leg as well. They took practically no time compared to his thighs, with less ground to cover and the hair not as dense. She spanked James' ass and stood up when she had finished. "There you go, darling. Hairless as the day you were born," she said as she put down the razor. "Now, finish up and I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom. I want you to shave your face for me, and make it as smooth as the rest of you. And make sure there's no hair stuck in the drain before you get out." She stepped out of the shower. Sarah quickly ran a comb through her hair and dried herself with a towel. She went to the bedroom and threw on the satin sleep shirt she often used for lounging around the house. Sarah opened up the small bag she had brought home from the mall. After making sure she had everything she needed, she laid her things out on the vanity for later use. She laid out James' outfit for the evening, leaving everything else in the bags. Sarah then sat down on the bed and admired her new hairstyle in the mirror. She thought it would do the trick nicely. A few minutes later, the water stopped running in the shower. She heard James step out and assumed he was drying himself off. He emerged from the steamy bathroom a few minutes later, hair combed and all dried off. "Well, hello stranger. Have you seen my husband?" Sarah said, smiling. "Take a look at yourself in the mirror darling." James turned to the mirror. He looked at himself from behind, gazing downward at the back of his shaved legs. He turned around and looked at his chest, then lifted his arms to see his bare armpit. "You know, it's really not that big a difference, except for here," he said, stroking the bare area just above his soft cock. "I look a lot different down here with no hair." Sarah realized he was right. His legs didn't look that much different, since his hair was light blonde and not all that easily seen. As for his chest, he looked like many of the men she had seen in television shows and movies. If she hadn't seen him before, it would have actually looked perfectly natural. "Mmmm…I think you look good, darling." Sarah stood up and walked to James. She put her hands around his waist from behind as they both looked at him in the mirror. She slid them up to stroke his bare stomach and chest. He shivered at her light touch on the newly shaved skin. Sarah kissed his neck and shoulders as she began stroking his nipples. She gave each of them a little pinch before starting to stroke all over his upper torso again. Looking down, she could see his bald cock beginning to stir. "Make yourself hard for me, darling. I want to see what your cock looks like this way." "You're doing a good job already. Just keep it up and you'll see." "No, darling…stroke yourself for me…I want to watch," Sarah said, bringing her hands to rest on James' stomach. "I might let you cum if you do," she whispered in his ear, causing his cock to twitch. James reluctantly wrapped his right hand around his cock and stroked it slowly. Sarah could see it getting harder in his hand. "Now, stroke your balls, darling. See how they feel with no hair." James gently cupped his testicles in his hand, then stroked them with his fingertips. Sarah breathed heavily in his ear, and he moaned. Sarah decided that she wanted to feel them for herself. Watching in the mirror, she slid her hand down James stomach and felt his smooth skin. James' hands fell away to his sides as she took his half-hard cock in her hands and squeezed it. He was up on his toes now, breathing heavy as she started to slowly stroke his growing cock. Then she reached down to stroke his balls. "Oh, darling, I love how it feels. We should have done this a long time ago." She continued stroking his balls, cupping them in her hands and feeling their weight. They were hanging low and heavy in his hairless sack and she fondled each of them in her fingers individually, making James squirm. She removed her hand and sat down on the bed behind her. "Turn around, James," she said. James turned, and his half-erect cock bobbed only inches from Sarah's face. She smiled up at him. "I love the way your legs look this way darling. Can I touch them?" "Yes." Sarah reached out and tentatively touched his thighs. She stroked them lightly with just the tips of her fingers, then squeezed the large muscles. Then she reached around the back to grab his hamstrings. "I love the way it feels. Can you tell the difference when I touch you?" "Yes. It feels more sensitive." "I wonder if that works here as well," she said, her hand roaming up to grab his cock. She squeezed it for just a second, then stroked the area just above his cock where his thick wiry pubic hair had been only a little while ago. James gasped and reached out to put his hands on Sarah's shoulders to steady himself. "You see darling. We're having fun, aren't we?" "So far, so good." "Yes, and now the real fun begins." "Well, now you're talking…" James said, moving a step closer to her so that his cock was in her face. "No, darling, we're going to have a completely different kind of fun." Sarah stood up. She walked over to the vanity. She stood next to the small chair that faced the mirror. "Come here and have a seat, darling. I want to finish making you beautiful." "OK, now I know you're joking…" "No, I'm not. We've only just begun to make you my beautiful little wifey." "Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm actually your handsome big hubby, not your beautiful little wifey." "Well, that's true, of course. But just for tonight, you're Sarah and I'm James. And as your husband I want you to look your best for our night on the town." "For the love of god, Sarah. Are you saying you want to make me up like a girl and then go out somewhere?" "Make you up and dress you up. And then take you out and show you off. Now come over here and sit down." She leaned over and patted the seat with her hand, showing him where to sit. "Oh, and for the rest of the night, you will call me James. Is that clear, Sarah?" "No, it's not clear, Sarah…" James said defiantly. "This has gone far enough." Sarah looked at him for a moment. She didn't say a word, but walked into the closet. She returned a moment later holding the riding crop. She stood by the side of the bed and pointed to a spot on the carpet next to her. "Come over here and bend over with your hands on the bed," she commanded. James stood his ground, hands on his hips, and didn't move to obey. Sarah smiled inwardly for a moment, thinking that standing there like that he did actually look like a woman. Then she resolved to be firm. "Over here. Right now, Sarah." James hesitated for another moment, then did as she had asked. She caressed his cheeks with the crop. "Now, are you going to do what I say, or do I have to convince you?" James didn't answer. She brought the crop down against his bare buttocks, the swish of it moving through the air preceding the satisfying sound of leather against skin. James jumped in the air, and a small yelp escaped his lips. Sarah realized she might have hit him too hard and reminded herself to take it easy with the next stroke if it turned out to be necessary. "This is just too much, Sarah…" Sarah swatted James again, taking careful aim to not hit the same spot that she had hit before. He yelped again and nearly collapsed onto the bed. "Darling, I think you'd agree that you put me through quite a bit last night, and I didn't complain. You're just going to have to trust me that I'm not going to parade you out in front of your friends or co-workers and embarrass you. We're going out, but somewhere that it won't matter how you're dressed." For yet another time, Sarah sensed that James might not agree to her request, and that he might call everything off. Even after all the boundaries they had crossed during this marvelous week, this might be where he drew the line. She stood over him holding the crop, waiting for his answer and not knowing what it would be. "All right…James. Let's get this over with," he finally hissed. Sarah nearly squealed with delight at James' capitulation. She tried to remain calm on the outside however. She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Thank you, darling. I love you so much right now…" She bent at the waist and planted a soft wet kiss on each of his reddening ass cheeks. She caressed them with her hand as she stood up. "All right now, Sarah, into the chair and let's get beautiful." James winced as he stood up, and rubbed his cheeks with his hands. He gingerly sat down on the cushioned seat, then relaxed as he sank down into the soft fabric. Sarah reached up and turned on the bright light over the mirror, illuminating James' face in stark light. Night Six of Domination Week "Well, fortunately, your eyebrows aren't too thick or dark. I think we can leave them the way they are." Sarah stroked James' jaw line with her hand, feeling to see if he had gotten it smooth enough. "I think your face will be OK, too, with a little foundation and some blush to accentuate your beautiful cheek bones." "Just get on with it. I don't need the narration." "OK then." Sarah thoroughly enjoyed making up her husband's face. She began thinking of him as her own private Barbie Doll. She applied the foundation and blush, then took several minutes carefully making up each of his eyes. "My goodness, darling, you have lashes that some women would kill for," she said, examining her handiwork closely. "Yes, I'm told they're my best feature," he said sarcastically. "Don't be cranky, darling. We're almost finished. Hold still and it'll be over in a minute." She very carefully traced the edges of his lips with dark red lip liner. "All right, darling, just let me put on your lipstick and we'll be all finished." Sarah slowly applied the lipstick to James' lips, being careful to stay within the boundaries she had mapped with the liner. She stood up when she finished. "Stay there for just a minute now." She went to the bathroom and brought back some toilet paper. She folded it in half and held it to James' mouth. "OK, now press your lips to this and blot out the extra lipstick." James pressed his lips to the paper, leaving an outline. "Are you ready to see how you look?" "No, actually, I'm not." "Come on now, darling. Take a look. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." James turned and looked at himself in the mirror. "Oh, good lord," he said, and turned away. Sarah took him by the chin and gently turned his face back to the mirror. "I think you look wonderful, darling." "Sarah…" "Ah ah ah…" James gave her a withering look. "James…I look like a two-dollar whore." "Oh, they'd pay a lot more than that for a cutie like you darling. Trust me." "If I weren't such a gentleman I'd slap your face right now." "Tonight, you're not a gentleman. You're my lady," she said, smiling. "Now, let's finish the process." "If I'm your lady, what does that make you?" "You'll see. Now let's finish you up." "Oh, boy, you mean there's more?" "You do look beautiful, darling," Sarah said. She leaned forward and gave him just the lightest of kisses on his rouged lips, her eyes locked on his. She smiled as she pulled her head back. "But we're not finished with your makeover yet." "What could possibly be left to do to me?" "Well, you can't go out naked, now, can you?" "What do you have in mind?" "I've got a beautiful outfit all laid out for you, darling." James looked over to the bed and saw the dress lying there. He went to the bed and picked it up. He held it out away from him, and then held it up to his body. It was peach-colored with a subtle rose leaf floral pattern woven in. It looked to be long enough to reach his ankles, and the sleeves would cover to past his elbow. "Where did you get this?" "Why, darling, I went shopping of course. With Cassandra's help." "I should have known…" "I bought you everything you'll need for tonight." Sarah went to the bags remaining on the bed and began pulling things out. She held each of them up to James before laying them down on the bed, and reveled in how his discomfort increased with item. "Now you'll really get a chance to see what us girls have to go through to look good." "I'd rather just take your word for it." "Oh, darling, you don't know what you've been missing. You've never felt cool smooth silk and satin next to your bare skin, caressing you with every move. It's very sensual. I think you're going to love it. In fact, I think it may just spoil you a little bit." She picked up the large corset and motioned James to come to her. The bra cups were black and lacy, while the body was a red herringbone design. The bottom was trimmed in black as well. Four straps dangled down from the bottom, two on either side. James was now standing next to her, examining the garment. "What are these for?" James asked, holding up one of the straps. "You really do have a lot to learn, Sarah," Sarah said. "That's to hold up your stockings. You don't want them falling down, now, do you?" "Stockings?" "Oh, yes, nice silk ones. I told you I was going to spoil you," Sarah said. "Now, step into your corset and let's see how it looks on you." She held the garment down at his feet and allowed him to step into it. She slid it up his body. The midsection caught on his limp cock, and she reached in to push it back out of the way and brought the corset up into place. She adjusted it so the cups were positioned over his flat chest. "All right now, darling. Turn around so I can lace you up." James turned around and Sarah began pulling the laces tight through each of the eyelets the way she would with a pair of shoelaces. When she got to the top, she took the end of the laces and pulled hard, tightening the garment all the way down James' back. She tied the laces off in a knot. "Hey," James said breathlessly. "That's kind of tight." "It has to be darling. It's to accentuate your figure. Besides, it'll loosen up as you move around and you'll get used to it." "Yeah, but it's kind of hard to breathe…" "You'll get used to it, darling. It won't stop you from breathing." Sarah stepped back to take a look at how the corset looked on her husband. She loved it. It constricted his waist and created the illusion of his hips and ass flaring out the way a woman's would. She could almost think of her husband as female in this outfit. She was overcome with lust for a moment. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him back to her. Leaning up, she whispered in his ear. "Oh, darling, you look wonderful in this." She slid her hand down to stroke his soft penis as she whispered in his ear. She felt it begin to stir and lengthen in her hand. She reached back with her other hand and grabbed his ass. "Your ass never looked this good before. It's going to be a shame to cover it up." James breath increased, and he leaned back against her. His cock was now half-hard in Sarah's hand and growing. Sarah broke contact with his body and walked around to face him. She reached up with her finger and poked the cup of his bra. The empty cup collapsed until she was poking James in the chest. "Well, we're going to have to something about that, now aren't we?" she said. "Let's see if I can find something to fill that up with." Sarah reached down and picked up one of the falsies and showed it to James. "It's a C-cup, darling. And it even has a nice hard nipple. This will make you a very popular girl," she said, smiling at him. She pulled the bra cup away from his body and inserted the false breast. She adjusted it until it was properly positioned, then backed away. "Oh, yes, you'll look good with that. The boys will definitely be calling." She put the second breast in place as well. "Take a look, darling," She said, turning James towards the mirror. "You're stacked." James brought his hands up and pushed the bra upwards, accentuating the cleavage even more. "Yes, it's every young boy's dream," he said sarcastically. "This just keeps getting better and better." "Don't worry, darling. The hard part is over. Now you get to feel the good stuff." She picked up one of the stockings and gathered it up in her hands until only the toes and top were visible. "Now, sit down on the bed and give me your leg. You're going to enjoy this part, I promise." James sat down and stuck his left leg out to her. She caressed his calf with the stocking, then bent down and began to suck on his toes. She held his foot and calf in her hands to keep him from squirming. After a few moments of the torture, she released his toes. Then she slid the stocking up his leg. "Doesn't that feel nice, darling? That soft fabric against your bare skin…" She continued sliding the stocking up over his knee and to his thigh. She looked up to see his cock starting to react to the sensual caress of her hands and the cool silk. "I told you you'd enjoy this part," she said, smiling up at him. She was tempted to take his cock into her mouth for a minute, but she knew that if James had a full erection it would make getting him dressed more difficult. She finished with the stocking, pulling it up to mid-thigh. She picked up the other stocking and James offered his other leg to her. She kissed the top of his foot and then slid the stocking up his leg. She had it in place in another moment. "OK, now darling, stand up and let's get a look at you." James stood and looked at himself in the mirror. Sarah was behind him, her head on his shoulder and her hands around his waist. "You make quite the pretty girl all dressed up, Sarah," she said. "Now for the finishing touch." She reached behind her and picked up the panties. They were a bright red to match the herringbone of the corset, and shaped like hot pants. They had laces in the back, like the corset, so they could be pulled tight. Sarah stroked James' arm with them. "Feel that, darling. It's satin. It's going to feel so good against your cock and balls and ass." Sarah pulled the panties up over his legs and into place over his hips. It was a very snug fit. She reached around and pulled his cock and balls up so that they were held tightly against his body by the panties. She pulled the laces tight and then tied the cord. "I'm sorry the panties have to be so tight, darling, but we have to hide your little secret the best we can. And you don't even want to hear about the alternatives." James grabbed the front of the panties and adjusted his cock and balls to get them in a more comfortable position. Smashed against his body as they were, there was not a big bulge. Sarah was sure no one would be able to see it under the dress. In the back, the panties were so tight that James' ass spilled out on both sides, and Sarah enjoyed the sexy look of it. She reached up and squeezed his buns. "The view's pretty good from back here, too." She gave a light spank to each cheek. "Now, for the last little detail..." Sarah said. She reached down and snapped each of the straps into place to hold up his stockings. "Now all we need is your pretty dress and you'll be ready to go." She picked up the dress from the bed and held it up. "OK, bend over and put your hands over your head so I can slip it on." She slid the dress over his head. He straightened up and it slid down his body, bunching at the waist. He and Sarah pulled it down until it was in place. It reached halfway between his knees and ankles. Sarah smoothed the dress over his body until it fit smoothly on him. She looked down to his cock and was happy to see that his bulge was well hidden. The dress clung somewhat to his hips and buttocks, but wasn't tight in the crotch. She noticed also with satisfaction that his 'breasts' were shown off to great advantage. "Zowie, darling, you're a dish. Now I remember why I married you," she said, smiling. She spun him around and zipped up the dress in the back. "And I married you for your sense of humor…" "You do look wonderful, darling…but there's something missing. I can't quite put my finger on it." Sarah then gave her best 'I've got it' look as if she had just remembered something. She quickly went to the last unopened bag on the bed and reached in. She turned back to James and left her hand inside the bag for just a moment, building the suspense. James was looking with curiosity and trepidation at the bag, anxious to see what was there. Sarah pulled out the finishing touch for his ensemble; the brown wig she had picked out earlier that day at the hairdresser's. It wasn't long hair, about to the nape of the neck in back, parted on the right and feathered on the sides. It was, all in all, pretty nondescript, nothing that would call attention. "All right now…time for the fitting. Sit down at the vanity again, darling. This should only take a minute." James sat down in the seat and faced the mirror. Sarah picked up her comb and ran it through James' damp hair, combing it straight back and slick against his scalp. She picked up the wig and fitted it onto his head. She pulled and tugged until she had it properly in place. "There we go…Sarah. The transformation is complete." Sarah evaluated her handiwork in the mirror and silently congratulated herself. She had done a good job, but she knew that James could not pass for a woman on close inspection. Fortunately, she thought mirthfully, everyone's only going to be staring at his tits. She patted James on the shoulder to let him know they were finished. "Now, go out to the bar and mix yourself a stiff drink while I get ready," she said, smiling at him. "On second thought, you'd better make it two. And don't forget your shoes." James stood up, picked up the shoes from the bed and walked out to the living room. Sarah couldn't help thinking that they would have to do something about his walk. "You might want to practice walking in those while you have the chance," she called to him. Sarah went to the closet to look for her things. Just as she had suspected, James had never even noticed the dark-brown double-breasted suit that had been there for the past couple of days, even though it was a different color and style than any he owned, and several sizes smaller. She pulled it out, along with the shoes she had stored at the back of her shoe rack. She grabbed one of her belts, and finished the ensemble with one of her husband's dress shirts and a tie from his rack. She laid everything down on the bed. Then she snuck a peak out to the living room to see where James was. He was sitting in his favorite chair, legs splayed out on the footstool, looking exactly like a man in a dress. He wasn't wearing his new shoes. "Darling, I think you need to practice sitting like a lady. Now put on your shoes and cross your legs." James gave her a pained look, then slid forward in the chair and crossed his legs. He had to grab the one on top with his free hand and bend it over the other. Sarah could barely stop herself from laughing at him. "Very nice," she said, smiling. She closed the bedroom door. Now that she knew that James could not see her, Sarah went to the back of the closet to get her last item. It was one of her purchases from Cassandra's shop when they had visited there two nights earlier. She brought it out still in the bag from the shop. She had loved the strap-on cock as soon as she'd seen it. It wasn't huge; only 5 inches long and not too thick, made of blue latex. It had a smooth shaft and a flared, realistic looking head that reminded her of James. The harness looked like a blue thong bikini, with the cock attached to the triangular patch in the front. There was a small cordless bullet vibrator in the base that would make the entire cock vibrate. At the base of the cock was another small vibrator that looked like a small pair of testicles. It would fit snugly against her pussy once the harness was in place. When she turned it on, it would pleasure her like a small tongue licking her. She was dying to try it out; she hadn't had time to do so at the store. She was happy that Cassandra had already inserted the two tiny watch batteries that powered the vibes. Her newest toy was all ready to go. She held it up to take one last look at it before putting it on. Oh, the pleasure this was going to give her, she thought. She pulled the harness on and slid it into place over her hips. A couple of quick adjustments and she had everything in place, the small bullet vibrator snug against her pussy just above the hood of her clit. Sarah stepped over to the mirror and marveled at the look of her new cock. It jutted straight out from her body at a 90-degree angle, bobbing as she moved. She moved her hand down over her stomach and grasped the latex phallus in her hand. She slowly began sliding her hand up and down the shaft, swaying back and forth in a near trance while she jerked herself off for the first time. She simply couldn't wait and decided she had to try out the vibrator. She reached down and turned it on. The sensation hit her like a bolt of lightning as the vibrator whirred into action. She quickly stifled the moan that had nearly escaped, and fell back on the bed. Her hand went involuntarily to her crotch and she squeezed her legs together, trapping it there. With her other hand, still on the latex cock, she began to make small movements of the harness, moving the small vibrator back and forth over her clit. In only a minute or two, she was close to cumming. She gave in and let it take her, the orgasm washing over her as she bit her lip to keep quiet. She quickly turned off the vibe as her orgasm passed, not yet completely satisfied but not wanting to start up again for fear she'd spend the entire night writhing on the bed. She lay there for a moment recovering, one hand gripping the cock and the other on the vibrator. Glancing in the mirror, she realized she looked exactly the way a man would have after shooting his cum all over his stomach. Sarah got up and headed for the dresser. She reached into James' underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of his briefs. Holding them up, they looked big enough for her to swim in. She tried them on anyway, hoping they would at least reign in her appendage a little bit. Unfortunately, they fit too loosely, and when she tried to pull the latex cock into an upright position, it kept returning to the 90-degree angle, giving it the look of a tent pole. She rummaged around the drawer, and finally came up with a pair of tight bikini briefs that she had bought James as a present a couple of years earlier. She smiled remembering him trying to wear them, his ass hanging out in the back, along with one of his testicles in the front, and the head of his cock peeking over the top. But she thought the shorts might be just right for her. She quickly put them on and pulled them snugly over the harness. They pulled the cock up against her body and held it there, just as she had hoped. There was still a bulge, but it was small enough to go out in public sporting it. Sarah tried to minimize her breasts by first putting on her tightest sports bra, covered by one of James' white T-shirts. She thought it would work well enough with the bulky suit jacket and baggy dress shirt covering her. She finished dressing quickly in the suit and tie. As a last touch, she went to the bathroom and slicked her hair back with some gel, increasing the mannish look of her new haircut. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she thought she could pass for a man, especially walking arm in arm with a woman. Sarah went out to the bedroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Looking down, she saw that there was a bulge in her crotch that no one would be able to miss. She turned sideways and pulled the pants tight against the crotch, enjoying the look of her very first 'boner'. She couldn't wait to see James' reaction to it. She put on the suit jacket and her new shoes and walked out to the living room. "Well, Sarah, are you all ready to go?" she asked. James downed what was left of his drink, his second or third Sarah suspected, and stood looking at her. "Yes, I suppose I am," he said miserably. "Well, you can't go out without your shoes, now, can you?" Sarah asked, pointing down at the shoes that James apparently still hadn't tried on. He walked over and slid his feet into the oversized flats. "All right, now, darling, let's see how you look walking in them." James paraded back and forth in front of her in an exaggerated swish, one hand on his hip. He looked cartoonish. "Darling, try to be serious for a moment. Walk like a proper lady." James walked back and forth again, this time with his hands at his side, chest thrust out in front and butt thrust out in back, making an exaggerated turn like a runway model. To Sarah's surprise, it was actually a vast improvement. "Wow. I think you've got it down." Night Six of Domination Week "I guess watching the Victoria's Secret show paid off." "I guess we're ready to go. But first, have you noticed anything different about me, darling?" "You mean, like everything?" "No, I was thinking of something very specific." "You mean the fact that you've apparently grown a penis?" "You noticed? Good. I want everyone to see it. Packing. That's what the lesbians call it." "Well, you should be very proud." "I think you should be proud to be out with such a stud." "Of course. I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world." "I'm glad you appreciate me. Now, are you ready to go?" "Yes." "Good. Let's get going to the party. We don't want to miss anything." Sarah picked up James' trench coat from the rack and held it out for him. He stepped into it and she wrapped it around his shoulders. She hadn't been able to find a woman's coat big enough for him at the Goodwill store where she had bought her suit. She didn't think anyone would notice, though. She picked up James' black wool coat and put it on. She walked to the front door and opened it, gesturing for James to walk through. They went out to the car, and she opened the door for him there, as well. She was nearly skipping in her excitement as she walked around to the driver's side. She couldn't believe she had actually gotten James to go this far with her. And now the fun was really beginning. She was finally going to be the man. She got behind the wheel and belted herself in. She started the car, then looked over at James as she waited a moment for it to warm up. She reached out and stroked his cheek gently and smiled at him. Even made up as he was she could see James blush, and he smiled back. She was glad he was getting into the spirit of the evening. She backed the car out silently and they were off. The club they were going to attend had been another suggestion from Cassandra. It was a couples only club, with live entertainment, and rooms where more intimate entertainment could be arranged with the consent of all the involved parties. Cassandra had assured her that they could participate as much or as little as they liked, with no pressure from any of the patrons. Sarah had bought a 'membership' to the club, which entitled them to attend the parties for the next three months. The doorman who greeted them checked their names against the membership roster and took their coats. He opened another door, and they were ushered into the main room of the club. There was a long bar at the back where they entered. At the front was a small stage with a microphone and stand and a single armless chair. Twenty or more small tables with long white tablecloths were arranged in a horseshoe around the stage. The two mulled just inside the entrance for a moment, and then Sarah motioned towards the bar. They sat down on two of the tall stools. "Can I get you a drink, darling?" Sarah asked. "Several." "Ah ah ah…careful. Drinking lowers inhibitions, you know. You don't want to turn into a drunken slut." "Don't worry. I'll keep my panties on." "I know you will. I double-knotted them," she said, smiling at him. Sarah caught the bartender's attention and ordered for both of them: a beer for herself, and a strawberry daiquiri for James. "You know I don't like those sweet drinks," James said to her. "Now, Sarah, darling, ladies don't drink Jack Daniel's…" Sarah began to glance around as she sipped her drink. She guessed that most of the crowd was couples in their thirties to early forties. It seemed like any other upscale nightclub, with subtle differences. The women were displaying a lot of skin, some of the dresses open nearly to the navel in the front, others backless to the point of showing just a hint of the buttocks. Breasts were nearly spilling out the side of several dresses, where it was obvious the women wore no bra. And all the couples were touching suggestively as they interacted. As Sarah turned her head to survey the room, she suddenly found herself staring at a brown-haired man with a blazing tan to match his smile. He was tall and thin, and she guessed around 45. "Hello," he said, startling Sarah. "I'm William…" Sarah was so surprised she almost forgot her role for the evening as she reached to take his offered hand. "Hello, I'm S…I'm James," she said, deepening her voice half way through the sentence. "And this is my wife Sarah," she said, turning to James. James stopped his drink halfway to his mouth, his face turning a deep crimson. "Ah, Sarah, a pleasure," William said. He let go of Sarah's hand and took James'. Instead of shaking it, however, he leaned down and kissed the back of it. James tried to pull his hand away in shock and surprise, but William held onto it. "May I say you're looking lovely this evening…" Sarah was confused for a moment. Even in this light, she couldn't imagine that William would mistake James for a woman up close. Then she saw the twinkle in William's eyes and she realized that he knew exactly what was going on, and he was going along with it. She wondered what his expectation was in this situation. Did he think her husband was gay? She decided to play along as well, just to find out. "Go ahead, darling, thank William for his compliment," Sarah said, smiling at James. "Thank you," James said, his voice soft and breathy. He couldn't look William in the eye. William turned his attention away from James and spoke again to Sarah. "I don't think I've seen you two here before, James. Is this your first time in the club?" "Yes, yes it is. A friend recommended it to us." "Well, that's wonderful. I hope it's the first of many trips here for you. It really is a fun place." "Thank you, William, that's very nice of you." "It's nothing. Listen, I'm here with my wife, Jeanette…she's right over there," he pointed to a short, well-endowed woman with bleach-blonde hair and a tan to match his sitting at the end of the bar. Her dress had a slit all the way up the side, exposing her leg to the hip as she sat on the barstool. She waived, and he waived back. "If you like, we could show you around later. There are rooms in the back where we could go and be alone to talk…" "Well, that sounds nice, doesn't it darling?" Sarah said, turning to James. "That might be very interesting." James was glowering at her as she smiled at him. But she also saw another emotion behind his eyes. Fear? Was he afraid of what she might want him to do in one of the back rooms? "Oh, I'm sure we could make it very interesting…" William said, looking back and forth between them. "My wife and I are always looking to meet new people and try new things." Sarah just looked at James, smiling. She could tell he was ready to say something to William. She reached out and put her hand on his arm to keep him quiet. "Well, William, we'll definitely keep that in mind for later," she said, looking at him. "I think for now we're going to have a couple of drinks and watch the show." "Oh, that's fine, I understand," William said, putting his hand on Sarah's shoulder. "No pressure. We can talk after the show. You'll love Derek and Misty. They're great." "All right, thank you, William," Sarah said, and reached out to shake his hand. "Thank you. It was nice meeting you both." William walked away. Sarah turned to James. "Well, darling, wasn't that interesting?" Sarah asked, smiling. "Maybe we should take our drinks to one of the tables before someone else approaches us." "I'm all for that." Sarah ordered another round for each of them and they went to sit at one of the tables near the back. They sat looking at each other as they sipped their drinks. James seemed afraid to look around the club at the other couples. He focused his attention on Sarah. She was sneaking peeks over his shoulder. She could see that the night was already heating up, with couples now being more open about touching and kissing. After a few minutes, the lights suddenly went out, leaving them in darkness broken only by dim lighting on the stage. A middle-aged woman with short bobbed black hair and a demure black gown with sequins walked onto the stage. Sarah recognized her from Cassandra's description as Josephine, one of the owners of the club. Josephine welcomed everyone and introduced the entertainment for the evening. She excited to polite applause, and the stage went completely dark. A moment later a spotlight lit up the middle of the stage. A Latin beat started playing over the speakers, and two dancers, a man and a woman, appeared on the stage. They began dancing to the fast beat. The man was dressed in a white shirt unbuttoned nearly to his navel, and tight-fitting dark pants. The woman wore a short, sequined green dress, the spaghetti straps barely containing her ample cleavage as she spun around the stage. Her skirt moved up her thighs with every turn, giving a tantalizing look at the black panties she wore underneath. Soon the two were gyrating their bodies against one another. Sarah's hand went to James' thigh as she watched. She began gripping him tighter and tighter and moving higher and higher as she got more excited watching the two perform. She was nearly to his encased cock before James reached out and stopped her. Sarah looked around at the couples at other tables. Most of the couples were involved in something sexual, even as they watched the stage with rapt attention. She took James' hand in hers and guided it to her crotch. "Stroke my cock for me darling," she whispered to him. James looked at her as if he'd been slapped in the face as he pulled his hand back. "Come on, darling. Look around. Everyone is doing it. No one will even notice." James looked around. At the table next to him, he could see a woman doing exactly what Sarah was asking him to do, only she was stroking a real cock. At another table, a couple kissed passionately, as the man stroked the woman's breast through her dress. A man seated on her other side was stroking her thigh. He looked back at Sarah. She took his hand and placed it back on the latex cock. James looked around self-consciously. It was obvious that the other couples were concentrating on their own pleasures and the show taking place on the stage. James began slowly sliding his hand up and down the length of the cock through Sarah's pants. He stopped after a few strokes. On the stage, the couple had stripped each other down to their tight-fitting underwear and they were simulating all types of sex acts on each other. Sarah watched as the woman got down on her knees and held her face inches from the obvious bulge in her partner's tight shorts, bobbing her head up and down. Then she stood up and he got on his knees and pretended to lick her. She wrapped her hands in his hair to pull him closer. She pulled him over to the chair and laid him across her lap. She pulled down his tight shorts, revealing his bare ass with only a tiny thong covering his crack, and proceeded to spank him with her hand. Sarah was getting very excited watching. She wanted to be touched. "Go down on me darling," Sarah said, turning to James and looking him in the eye. "Come on. It's not a real cock. Just suck on it a little for me." She reached down and unzipped her pants. She reached in and pulled down the front of the tight-fitting briefs. The latex cock poked out through the open fly of the pants. "Come on, darling…just for a minute." Sarah could see that many of the couples around them were engaged in various sexual acts. She knew none of them would pay any attention to James. "Please darling…no one's watching us." James looked to be in utter agony at the request, with a pleading look on his face. Sarah nearly felt sorry for him, then remembered the scene at the strip bar a night earlier. She gave him a look as if to say 'well what are you waiting for?'. James hesitated for just a moment, and then slowly his head sank towards her crotch. "Oh, yes, darling…that's it," she said. He hesitated one last time, then she felt the pressure of the base pushing against her pussy as his mouth engulfed the cock. She slid her hand down past his head, and turned on the vibrator that was pressed against her clit. The sudden pleasure was so intense that she grabbed James' by the neck with both hands. "Oh, god," she moaned quietly, biting her lip. The pressure was perfect. James' mouth moving slowly up and down on the rubber cock moved the vibrator just a little, so that it was sliding back and forth across her clit. She silently hoped that the performance continued on stage for just another minute. She knew she would cum if James kept going. When she felt James' head start to come back up a moment later, she held it in place. "Oh, don't stop, darling," she whispered. "Just another minute." A moment later she felt the subtle movement begin again. She held perfectly still as her orgasm approached. When it hit, she had to bite down on her lip to keep quiet. She transferred all her energies to holding James' head, and her legs stiffened until the feeling passed. She reached down quickly and turned off the vibrator. She took her hand off James' neck, and he came back up to her. She pulled the underwear back in place over her cock and zipped up. "Oh, darling, you give wonderful head," she whispered in his ear. "I only wish I could have seen it better." She kissed him again. She would have liked to stroke and suck him then and there, but she knew it was impossible with the intricacy of his clothing. She hugged him again instead. Just then the music stopped. People began applauding the performers on stage. The two dancers were now glistening with sweat on their near-naked bodies. They took a bow and ran off the stage together. A couple of minutes later the lights came back up slowly. Sarah noticed immediately that many of the couples were in various states of dishevelment and disarray. They had obviously been enjoying themselves in the darkness, and now there was the quick rearranging of both clothes and partnerships. She turned to James, and had to stifle a laugh. "Oh, darling, you messed up your lipstick. Would you like to go to the ladies' room and fix it?" She reached to smooth off the smudges at the corners of his mouth, and James turned away. "Come on, darling, just let me fix it a little," she said. James turned and let her touch his face. Sarah fixed his lips as best she could, wiping away the lipstick that had smudged and wiping it from her hands on one of the napkins on the table. "There, now, all better. What do you think, darling? Should we have another drink, or is it time to call it a night and go home?" "I think you know which way I vote." "Yes. You're such a party pooper." Sarah looked up and saw William making his way to their table. She stood up and walked over to meet him near the bar. She spoke with him for a few moments, politely declining his offer to take them into one of the private rooms. She promised they would get together the next time she and James visited the club. She came back to the table and helped James from his chair. "Well, darling, now that we've ruined his evening, what do you say we go home and end the week with a bang?" "If it means going home and getting out of these clothes, I'm all for it." Sarah and James walked out of the club, giving smiles and polite good nights to the people there. They retrieved their coats and went to the car. Sarah opened James' door and helped him in. They drove home in silence, though Sarah looked over and smiled at James several times. Once at home, Sarah led the way to the front door. James went through first, and wasted no time heading for the bedroom. As soon as he had walked through the door and turned on the light, he took off the wig and tossed it on the dresser. He stepped out of his shoes and kicked them under the bed. "For god's sake, Sarah, can I get out of these clothes now?" "Of course, darling. You've been such a good sport. Besides, I'm ready to get laid." James turned around and let Sarah unzip the dress. He pulled it off and tossed it on the floor on the far side of the room. "Now, darling…you don't want to let your dress get all wrinkled. You never know when you'll want to wear it again." "I know exactly when I'll wear that again. Never." "Hmmm…you never know." Sarah released the garter belts holding the hose in place, then began to untie the laces of the corset. James reached up and pulled the fake breasts out of the bra cups and threw them on the dresser next to the wig. "Keep that up and you're going to have another whole woman over there," Sarah said, smiling. "Just keep unlacing me, please." "You know, darling, unwrapping you is almost as fun as wrapping you was." She was pulling the laces through the eyelets, loosening the tight-fitting corset. When she had it loose enough, she pulled it over James' head and off. She began stroking his back. "That must be a relief," she said. "You better believe it. It's the first full breath I've taken in three hours." "All right now, darling. Bend over and put your hands on the bed while I untie your hot pants." "Why do I have to bend over?" "Because it makes your ass stick out further." She quickly untied the panties. Sliding her fingers into the waistband, she slowly pulled them down his ass. She dropped to her knees and planted soft kisses on his newly free cheeks as she slid the panties down his legs. James stepped out of them and kicked them away as Sarah kept kissing his ass. She slid her hands up his thighs, still encased in the hose, and groped his ass. "Here it is, and it's all mine," she said. She gently parted James' cheeks, and blew hot breath onto his exposed anus, causing him to squirm. She pulled his cheeks further apart and invaded his puckered brown hole with her tongue. James collapsed onto the bed and moaned. "Well, darling, if you thought that was bad, you're in for a long night," she said. She quickly peeled the stockings from both of his legs, leaving James naked and lying face down on the bed, his feet still on the floor. "Turn over, now, darling, so you can watch me strip." James pulled himself up on the bed and turned to watch. Sarah shucked the jacket, then pulled off her tie and tossed it aside. She began to slowly unbutton her shirt, watching James the whole time. She slid the shirt off her shoulders and dropped it at her feet. She unbuckled her belt and pulled it through the loops until she was holding it in both hands. She doubled it up and slapped it hard against the top of the dresser, making a loud snapping noise. "Mmmm…that sounded nice, didn't it darling?" "Not to me it didn't." Sarah unsnapped her pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. Keeping her eyes locked on James, she reached inside her pants and started stroking the rubber cock. She started to roll her hips as she jerked off for him. She threw her head back and moaned as if she was actually jerking off. Then she reached down and turned on the vibrator pressed against her pussy. Soon she was rolling her hips for real as the vibrator started turning her on. Sarah pulled her hands out of her pants. Leaving the pants on and unzipped, she reached up and peeled the T-shirt over her head. She tossed it away, and was standing there with only the tight fitting sports bra covering her upper body. She stroked her stomach with her fingertips, then pushed the bra up and off her chest and began squeezing her breasts. She closed her eyes in pleasure as she massaged her breasts and rolled her hardening nipples between her fingers. Meanwhile, the vibrator had her pussy very wet and excited. She knew she was soaking her husband's underwear. Sarah took off the bra, and stood before James in only her suit pants. She kicked her shoes away as she continued to massage her breasts. "Come here," she said to James, pointing to a spot on the floor. "Help me get undressed." Sarah couldn't help remembering the first night of the week, when they had played out a nearly identical scene, except with the roles reversed. She smiled down at James as he knelt at her feet, waiting for his next instruction. She lifted her foot and placed it on his thigh, inches from his crotch.