2 comments/ 69302 views/ 13 favorites Sparkling Eyes By: TwistedThoughts Author's Note: This story is written from the husband's perspective and does not have personal names to increase the immersion. This story may be continued if there is enough interest in it so provide feedback if you want to see more. Do not reproduce, copy, or otherwise distribute this story on free or pay sites without the author's express consent. * I had mentioned my desire to submit to my wife many times; it had almost become a joke. Specifically, I wanted to serve my wife as her maid and love slave. When I first divulged this as a desire, it was met with disgust and revolution. Though, we did occasionally play Dom/sub games, sometimes they even lasted for several days. There was even a time or two she let me dress up and play maid but those times were few and far between. Then one day years after our initial encounters, things began to get interesting. It was a windy night and one of those special nights we sat by the fire and began to enjoy each others company, at her request. Her eyes sparked in the firelight and she took the dominant role. Slowly we began to make out on a chair in front of the fire and she took a position on top. As I looked into her eyes and I saw lust and another emotion which had not been there before. In authoritative whispers she told me to undress, one piece of clothing at a time. She placed her lips softly against my ears and told me what a slut I was as she caressed my hardened cock. She asked me, "Do you like it? Are you my little slut? Do you like it when I rub your cock like this?" I responded, "Yes, I am your slut, I like it a lot when you rub my cock." She changed position and began to lick around my nipple in a slow circle before nipping at them lightly. I began to quiver ever so slightly, and she noticed. "You like your nipples played with? My little slut, I think you're going to remember tonight for a while." I was in ecstasy and her words only intensified it. I wanted to be her slut in every way. I wanted her to own me, to utterly define my existence. I wanted her to dominate me, in so many ways. I was craving the attention and the possibilities so bad I hoped that this night would never end. "I am yours to do with as you please, anything for you." I told her. "Of course you will, your my little slut, my toy." She motioned me up and while embraced against her skin to skin she removed the last of my clothing leaving me there completely naked, while she stayed dressed in bra and panties. She looked more lovely than anyone I had ever laid eyes on as she continued to rub me up and down. She caressed my cock, keeping one hand playing with the sensitive skin between my cock and asshole teasing me with that most sensitive area. She asked in sultry tones, "Do you want a toy to play with you, slut?" Meaning a vibrator which, until now, was primarily used on her. Embarrassed I answered, "It's not fair to ask me question like that, I can't lie to you." Coyly, she responded, "So, What's your answer?" Embarrassed and thrilled, I said, "Yes, I want you to use the toy on me." She pulled the vibrator from nearby and first pressed it against the lower portions of dick and slowly moved it towards my ass till I squirmed in glee trying to keep the vibrator in the most sensitive spot. Smiling and her voice filled with sensual overtones she continued, "You want to be fucked by it don't you? You want to be fucked, like the slut you, are don't you?" I had not expected this degree of dominance and I was so overwhelmed that I simply submitted, saying exactly what was on my mind making it clear what me desires were. In a hoarse whisper I said, "I am a slut; I want you to fuck me. I want to be fucked by a toy I want it inside me like a little girl." After applying a little lubrication to it began to work the vibrator inside me, slowly at first and then quicker. She started massaging my cock in rhythm increasing the intensity of the experience by magnitudes. Continuing to fuck my ass she asked, "Do you like that?" I was experiencing a level of ecstasy I have rarely known. Each thrust sending pleasure running up and down my body, setting all my nerves to tingling and my brain to pure instinct. In heated animal lust I responded, "Yes! Yes! I like that a lot! That feels so good, I want it inside me. I want to be fucked! I am such a slut. I am yours I'll do anything for you!" "Mmm, I think you really will; you little whore. You are mine, my slave. I control you. You must do exactly as I say if you want to get release." On the edge of release I said, "I will, I'm yours to do with as you please." She continued fucking my as with the vibrator fast and faster. Sending me to levels of pleasure I had not experienced before. I was truly being dominated, she was in control and I would do nearly anything to keep it that way. I was so close to release, but the intense over-stimulation and mental imagery had me pinned against the heights of pleasure. I reached down to guide her hand along my cock. But instead she removed her hand, allowing me to stroke my cock myself. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Slut, you can cum now if you want." The pressure that was in my mind as the pleasure rolled though my veins began to increase by magnitudes as I imagined the possibilities of the future. Being fucked by her my ind was blown and I came in very large amounts all over my own stomach and chest. I stayed there allowing the waves of pleasure to come to close. As things subsided, she began to talk, "You are mine. I have control of you, you cannot have anything sexual in nature happen to you without my permission. If you get horny and want sex but I'm not in the mood,;you will ask permission to seek release yourself and will not do it by yourself without my permission. You are my slave." "Yes, I am yours. I will do whatever you would have me do." I said then I cleaned up quickly for my love. Soon she sat astride me on top of the chair, her silken panties rubbing against by bare cock which had become limp after exertion. Calmly she said, "This is very interesting, you know? Are you worried? I could have you do anything now." "It is your prerogative." I responded She continued, "I might even decide to make you my maid." Within a few seconds of her saying that my dick was hard again ready to please her, to do her bidding. The thought of her possibly dominating me in a way I dreamed of continually pulsed through me setting my dick thrumming once more. I wanted so bad to submit, to be her maid and love slave. I wanted to serve her completely and as long as this was in my mind there was little I could do but submit completely to her. I wanted her now more than before, her body shown like that of a goddess in candlelight before me. "I would like that very much." I answered. Knowing how it had affected me she continued to lay out a few details of what she would require of me as we caressed each other. Then she slid out of her clothes and onto my dick. She began using me, and I enjoyed it so much. We fucked slowly as she told me me how much she was going to enjoy having be hers and wait on her hand and foot. She began to ride me, faster and deeper. She panted, "That feels good, keep doing it like that!" as she rode my cock to orgasm. Afterwards we cleaned up and went to bed. My ass was a little sore and I suggested that the intense fucking not continue, though I wished there was some way it could. I wanted her to fuck me, I loved it. As we fell asleep that night I had dreams of being a pretty maid serving my goddess wife to her hearts desire. A few days later, from out of nowhere she told me she had an idea. She was going to buy a maid outfit for me and have me be her maid everyday, after dark. I nearly instantly hardened again, the potential for my dreams coming true were even closer. Then she said she may even have me write about my experiences and post them online so I didn't forget anything over time. Then life continued... Remembering that moment, what stood out most to me of her beauty ... was her sparkling eyes. Sparkling Eyes Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story is written from the husband's perspective and does not have personal names to increase the immersion. Do not reproduce, copy, or otherwise distribute this story on free or pay sites without the author's express consent. * It was a long weekend and I had slept in late. It was unusual for me to sleep in, but I had taken some medicine for allergies that had knocked me out cold the previous night. It had not been very long since the night I submitted to my wife and things had slowly been changing in my life. I had began taking a larger role in housecleaning and cooking but it was still only a portion of the work. My wife walked into the room as I started to get out of bed. "Hey sleepy-head, I started the shower for you. Hurry up and get clean; we've a lot to do and the day is only getting shorter." she chirped. "Alright." I said groggily, as I stumbled toward the shower. The shower was perfectly warm. The water coursing over me, cleaning the previous day's filth from me, felt like a warm summer rain massaging me as I rinsed off. It felt nice and I didn't even have to wait for the water to warm up which was a bonus. "Honey," My wife called into the bathroom. "Please use the shaving cream in there and get rid of your unsightly body hair. Honestly, I think it would be better if you were a bit smoother. The hair is ... Well, it just needs to go." A bit perplexed by the sudden request, since she had never mentioned hair before, I did as she asked. As I finished shaving I ran my hands down my now smooth legs to rinse them off and felt sorta sexy with smooth legs. It was interesting to say the least and a little erotic too. I enjoyed feeling like a girl, to a degree. My hair is almost shoulder-length, and I put it back into a ponytail as I toweled off. Expecting something to be going on, since the shower was running and I was asked to shave, I began to call out for my wife as I left the bathroom. But I was cut short as I nearly fell over some hard case luggage sitting near the door. The bedroom was excessively warm and My wife was sitting on the bed watching me with amusement as I pinwheeled and caught my balance losing my towel in the process. With a little laugh she said, "I've been doing a little cleaning while you were in the shower." Gesturing toward the luggage she continued, "I have taken the liberty of sealing up some of your male clothes that aren't needed. But since you'll wear anything I tell you to anyway, I doubt it is an issue." That's when I noticed the locks on the suitcases were new, and they were all locked shut. This made me a bit nervous and confused, especially since as I was taking this all in I was still stark naked. My wife was dressed in casual clothes, nothing special, though her makeup accentuated her eyes and they drew my gaze into them. As she looked at me, I sank into her eyes. She shifted position so that she was showing off herself in a most sensuous manner. My mind began racing with possibilities of what may come next. Then, slowly she crooked a finger and motioned me closer. "Come here, slut." She said, in a seductively low voice. "Sit in front of me, close your eyes, and remain silent unless spoke to today, until I say otherwise." Entranced, I did as she said and found that she began plucking at my eyebrows. Then she took my hair out of the ponytail, brushed it, and tied something around my head which was holding my hair back. I smelled cosmetics as she began brushing something, makeup I presumed, on my face, lips and eyes. I felt her put earring in my ears and snapping something cloth around my neck before she spoke again. In a quiet, even, tone she said, "You've done well so far, It shouldn't take much longer. Place your hands out on bed, palm side down." I did as she ordered and from the smell and sensation I know she was painting my nails. It was at this point I started to actually think to try to put together what was going on. My lips were tight and feeling a bit sensitive and swollen; it must have been a 'plumping' lipstick she had used on me. My legs felt cool and the new found smoothness made even the carpet beneath me a little evocative. She was making me look like a girl, but she had not made her purpose clear. She wasn't in sexy lingerie or anything so it probably wasn't related to sex, so it must be something else but I didn't know what. Shortly she finished and left the room, when she came back there was a few minutes of shuffling as she moved something around. When the shuffling stopped she came and sat by me. With her mouth near my ears and the smell of her perfume beginning to reach me she whispered in sultry tones, "Slut, are you ready to be trained as my slave and maid? I can only have the best slave so if you fail me in the least you will suffer, and if you cannot behave as I say then we will have to end this through unpleasant means." Her voiced heated me swelling inside me bringing pleasure at nothing more than the sound and meaning. I was ready to be her slave. I wanted to let her own me, to dominate me in every way, and to make me into whatever toy she wanted. I began to feel my cock throb as it hardened at her words and sitting there naked on the floor I answered. "Yes," I breathed excitedly. "I want so much to be your slave and your maid. It excites me and makes me hot when you dominate me." "Open your eyes, slut. I have something for you." She said as she held up a matching set of black panties and formed, padded bra. "Put these on and stand up." I first put on the bra, which felt constraining and sensuous against my skin. As I pulled the panties up my smooth legs and over my stiff cock, I felt a little embarrassed especially since my dick was making an unfeminine appearance sticking out above the low cut bikini panties. My wife caressed my ass and coyly said, "Cutie, I think you look great. You look like a real slut and I bet you just can't wait to be fucked again can you?" I loved being called cutie and treated as a sex object felt nice. "I have something to help that straight, boring, male figure of yours." She said as she pulled something off the bed. "This is a corset, it is designed to help modify your body to a more pleasing shape. It only works when you're wearing it though, so you need to have one on most of the time. I have gotten you seven one for every day of the week, five with straight tops for workdays, and two with support for breasts for a more feminine shape on the weekend. All of them, however, will force you into a more hourglass shape." As she put the corset on me it, and I felt the pressure as she began tightening the laces, I began to feel delicate and even more sexy. The corset was white and lacy around the edges and had an extra sexy feminine appeal to it. I absolutely loved what she was doing to me. I wanted to be treated like this for so long I would probably lose my mind before the end of the day. My wife continued instructing me, "You'll be wearing a corset from now on, most of the time. Corsets are designed not to be visible below clothing so it really won't matter what your wearing on a particular day, unless you wear one with breast support to work." At which point she giggled at the thought. She pulled out a pair of black lace nylons and had me pull them up, the went up to my mid thighs and left sensitive bare shaved skin available between them and the matching panties. She pulled out a short plaid skirt and tight off the shoulder top and laid them on the bed. Then she rubbed her hands up and down my legs and I nearly came at the sudden intense sensation that she had forced into in me. I loved it. Noticing my reaction and with a wicked grin she continued, "This skirt and shirt are from my collection, until we can get your own wardrobe it will have to do as a maid's outfit." I pulled them on and she straitened and tightened the skirt to my newly corset, enforced waist. She put her hand under the skirt and massaged my quivering dick, only a moment. Then grabbing my dick firmly she said, "What a little slut, to be all dressed up for me without even a hint of resistance. You're just a toy for me aren't you, a silly little maid who will do my bidding." Going weak in the knees, nearly falling, I panted confessing, "Yes! I want to be your slut. Being your little toy makes me feel special and good. I like dressing up like this. I like being treated like a sex object and controlled." "You like it that much? I didn't know it had such a profound affect on you. Put these on now and your ensemble will be nearly complete." She said dangling a pair of fetish four inch spiked heels from her fingers. The straps actually had miniature locks on them that clicked into place as I placed them on my feet. As I was standing in them the combination of heels and corset actually corrected my posture to a more prim, feminine look. Finally I was led to a mirror and could not believe what I saw. I did not resemble the me I normally knew there was a feminine slut looking back at me in the mirror. I absolutely adored what she had done to me. I wished that every day could be like this. I did not know what to say, and a few few tears of joy began to fall down my face only intensifying the feminine sense I got when looking in a mirror. I was told to begin my chores, I began cleaning made lunch and dinner. After which my wife called my in the bedroom to complete my outfit she said. My wife moved in close to me and reached under the skirt and began rubbing my ass. Pulling my panties down to mid thigh she began rubbing the base of my hardened cock and fingering my asshole. She picked up something behind me and placed it against my ass. As she did I felt the vibrations begin as something clicked. In my ear she whispered, "Inside or out, your choice." "Inside." I said a bit apprehensive it was going to hurt me again, but I wanted it so bad I could not say anything else. Suddenly, I felt it enter and then everything settle, except the vibration. Slowly the vibration went away to as she rubbed at my ass. In sultry tones she said, "This is a butt plug, smallest available that will vibrate. You'll be training with it too, wearing it all the time. Every week I'll move you up to a larger size till you can really be fucked without injury. You'll need to use enemas to keep keep clean, once a day. But I think for the pleasure of becoming my toy you'll do it. You like that don't you? Being a slut and a toy for me." I was over the top. Not only was I becoming the slut and maid like I wanted but she was treating me as I had only dreamed. I never thought it would be possible. Then she turned me around and laid me down on the bed, lifting my skirt she began to ride my rock hard cock. "Do you feel that? Me on top of you and that little dick in your sissy cunt? Do you like it? Do you want this to continue?" Everything she said and done was perfect, I was about to cum and then the alarm buzzer went off and I woke up. It had all been a dream. I was wearing my own clothes, not lingerie, no nail polish, nothing. I had simply had a very lucid sexual dream after taking medicine before bed. I lay there, extremely aroused, and wishing the world would occasionally let me finish a dream without waking me up before the big finish. My wife woke up and I told her about my dream. She listened politely and when I was done simply said it was interesting with a sparkle in her eye then rolled over and went to sleep again. And life continued ...