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My Master & My Wife Ch. 02

By: FunWithDahlia



I closed the garage door and sat in my car. I was reveling in the afterglow of what had just happened. The dildo was still buried deep inside of me, my panties were down at my knees, and cum was starting to harden on my face, neck, and chest. I felt like I could stay there for the rest of my life.

I don't know how long I sat there in the dark and quiet before my phone buzzing on the passenger seat of my car brought me back to reality. It was a message from Master:

Gina, you've got a few presents from me in the trunk of your car. I reward my obedient sluts well. Bring everything inside and check your email before you open my gifts to you.

Getting out of the car with a dildo suctioned to the seat was more of a challenge than I was used to but I managed it, feeling a slight sense of loss when I dismounted the cock. I held the dildo in one hand and opened the trunk with the other. Three very large bags were in the trunk, all with gift tags addresses to Gina. I grabbed them all and walked into my home on weak legs.

I went to my office and opened the new email from my Master:

Gina,

I'm very proud of you for how well you've obeyed me this morning. I hope you received as much satisfaction from the experience as my former slave and I both did. Regarding your gifts, I hope that you put all of them to good use.

Your assignments from me are quite simple over the next four weeks-you are going to move further into your feminine persona. Here are specific things I expect from you:
- Develop feminine tan lines using the swimsuit I've bought for you. If it is a sunny day, you are expected to work on your tan.
- Paint your toenails and leave them painted until our time together is done.
- No more showers. From now on your are only taking bubble baths.
- You'll send me a picture every single day of yourself. Your goal is to arouse me with it.

I hope you enjoyed the taste of my cum. The next time Liz leaves town you'll get to drink it from the source!

Master

As I closed the browser I let out a deep, satisfied sigh. I walked to the kitchen and started the coffee pot brewing. I then went to the bathroom, started drawing my bubble bath, and looked at myself in the mirror for the first time.

I was astonished at what I saw. I was looking at a man but something was different. Maybe it was the deep red lipstick or the huge tits in the tank top but something felt more feminine in my reflection. It was like watching the bud of a flower beginning to open.

I took off the heels and put them in my closet. It was relieving to know I didn't have to hide them from Liz. I took out the water balloons and threw them away. I walked on bare feet to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of coffee, and returned to my bubble bath.

Stripping naked saddened me. It felt like I was removing myself and living the lie of masculinity to be naked. Slipping into the lavender scented bubble bath restored a sense of feminity. The cum all over my body mingled with the bathwater. I imagined it permeating my whole body much like the scent of the bubbles filled the air. When I stepped out of the tub I toweled off, lotioned my entire body, sensually savoring the smoothness of my skin, and put on one of Liz's robes.

I dropped my empty coffee mug into the sink and returned to the gifts Master had given me. I was stunned at the extravagance of his generosity. There were at least ten different sets of matching bras and panties, five nighties, five slutty lingerie sets, two wigs, two sets of high heels, one pair of wedge sandals, makeup, and a teeny bikini.

I pulled out the dark red nail polish and did my toenails. I had a new respect for women after struggling to not make a mess of my toes as I applied the polish. I then dropped the robe and began the task of figuring out what to wear.

It was ten in the morning and, since it was late August, the sun was beating down outside. I grabbed the bikini and put it on. It was a red bikini with pink trim. The small triangles of the top covered my nipples and a few inches on either side of them. The straps provided a welcome grip around my neck and back. The bottom was a Rio cut bikini bottom, with slightly more coverage than a thong would provide. Master had included a bottle of accelerated tanning oil. I covered my body in it and went to my backyard to begin the work of pleasing my Master.

---

Five days later Liz got home from DC. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. It was so good to see her. As we walked to the living room I felt her hand rest on my ass, slowly and firmly rubbing it. I realized that she was feeling around for my panty lines!

I looked at her and said, "You're not feeling high enough."

Liz slid her hand up to the top off my ass and I felt her fingers running along the lines of my thong. It was absolutely surreal to have her embrace my crossdressing so much! She slowly unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the ground, exposing a black satin thong and thigh high stockings. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid if off of my chest, bringing a black satin camisole into view.

Once Liz stripped me of my male clothing she gently pushed me down onto the sofa, stood back, and stripped off all of her clothing, standing nude in front of me. I let my eyes roam over her as she did the same to me.

Liz turned away, walking towards our bedroom, and called out to me, "I'm going to shower. I bought a couple of new things while I was in DC that I want to try out this month. You should mix a few cocktails up for us, Greg. You might want to drink one or two before I finish freshening up!"

I watched her pert derriere round the corner as she disappeared into our bedroom, leaving me hungry for more of her and curious about what she had planned for tonight.

I picked up all of our clothes, dropped them into the laundry room, and downed a shot. I mixed up two Manhattans and sipped on mine as I waited for her to call for me.

Liz came out of our bedroom wearing a towel wrapped around her hair and nothing else. She popped a DVD into the video player and sat next to me on the sofa. She hit play on the remote and we started watching a scene in which a transvestite was eating out a woman while he played with himself. Liz put her hand on my head and nudged me down until I got her message. I brought her to an orgasm right around the same time the woman on the video climaxed. 

As I sat up Liz paused the video and disappeared into our bedroom, downing her cocktail as she went. She came back out wearing a robe, hit play on the video, and took our empty glasses to fix us some more drinks.

I sat alone, watching as a man came into the scene. The transvestite was between the couple, with the man behind him, kissing his neck. The woman was in front of him, making out with him, and massaging his cock through his panties.

Liz sat down and handed me another other drink. We both downed them rather quickly as we watched the scene escalate. The woman had removed the tranny's panties and was reaching around him, stroking the man's cock while she sucked on the tranny's cock. Liz put down her glass and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and she got her first look at my faint tan lines. She traced the tan line with her finger, arching her brow as she looked at me.

Liz turned my head back to the TV as she started stroking my cock with her fingernails. The woman had spread the tranny's butt cheeks apart and guided the man's cock right up to the tranny's anus. Liz started sucking on my cock as the man slid into the tranny. The woman had stepped back and was sitting in a chair, watching her husband fuck the transvestite.

I came in Liz's mouth as the man came in the tranny's ass. Liz curled up onto the sofa and rested her head in my chest for the rest of the movie. 

---

Three weeks later I got a text from Master. It was the first one I had received since the night I drank his cum. Here's what he told me that forced the color to leave my face:

Gina, 

You're going to leave the house at 10 this morning and not return until 2 this afternoon. You're going to leave your doors unlocked because, while you are gone, I am going to install three cameras in your bedroom. I know that Liz is leaving town tomorrow and I want to watch you two have sex tonight.

Master

I closed the browser and sat in my chair for a while, trying to decide what to do. I had figured that, when this moment came, Master would have me set up a webcam attached to my laptop or something... this was a level of intrusion into my life that I wasn't sure I wanted. To let someone else into my home for the sole purpose of watching my wife and I fuck was definitely crossing a line. 

But I didn't have a choice. He wasn't my "boyfriend", "lover", or "casual encounter". He was my "Master". After a few anxious minutes of worry, I finally accepted that he was in charge, not me, and that I was going to let him do what he wanted. 

As I got ready to leave the house I looked at myself in the mirror. The transition over the last three weeks had been startling. I had women's bikini tan lines, my skin looked softer and smoother from the constant lotioning I gave it, and my eyebrows had a unisex look to them thanks to Liz's help with shaping them. I slipped on a pair of red lace bikini bottoms, khaki shorts, and a polo shirt. I started to grab some flip-flops until I remembered my painted toenails. I opted for running shoes and left the house. I was getting to the point that I loathed leaving the house because I had to dress like a man when I did.

As I drove around Houston, checking tasks off of my to-do list, I reminisced on the last three weeks Liz and I had spent together. It had been a whirlwind. Sometimes we were like sisters as she helped me learn how to walk with a sexy sway to my hips and talk with feminine mannerisms. Other times we were like college sorority sisters as we watched porn together and commented on massive cocks, blowjob techniques, and envied pencil thin models with massive tits. At other times we were passionate lovers, with her pushing me further and further to become comfortable acting like a woman with a dick and me encouraging her to use me as an outlet for her bisexual desires. 

It was relieving for me to not hide myself from her anymore. It was relieving for her to know that I wasn't hiding anything... except for the fact that I had a Master who had started all of this. And that he was going to see her have sex with me before eventually doing the same to me.

At 2pm I returned and looked for the cameras. Master had done a good job hiding them. My phone dinged in my hand. Master's message taunted me:

You've only found two, Gina. I also decided to add three others around the house. I have the outfit I want you to wear tonight laid out in the bathroom. Check your email for what I want you to ask Liz to do.

Two hours later I heard Liz walked in the back door. She found her dinner on the table as well as a note from me:

Liz,

I want you to have sex with me tonight like you're the man in our relationship. You'll find a new toy in our bedroom that I hope you want to use on me tonight. I'm in the office working on a project and will be in there until you call for me to join you in our bedroom.

Thank you for being so accepting of me and my desires!

Greg

An hour later Liz asked me to come into the bedroom. I was wearing a pink sheer baby doll nightie with a matching pair of panties. I had on a black wig, full makeup, and high heels. 

Liz beckoned for me to get on top of her. I spread my legs, straddling my wife and lowering myself onto her as we began kissing. Her hands crawled all over my body, cupping my ass, squeezing my nipples, and caressing my legs. I started to grind my hips, forcing my ass and crotch to grind against her... and that's when I realized that she was already dressed for the occasion.

I pulled myself away from Liz. As I sat up, Liz untied her robe and opened it, revealing that she was totally naked other than a massive strap on cock. 

Liz grabbed the strap on in both of her hands, pointing it up towards my face, and said, "Give me a blowjob."

I slid myself down to the bottom of the bed and looked up at Liz. She was still holding the strap on up with one hand while she fingered herself with the other as she looked me in the eyes. I slowly lowered my head until the strap on was an inch from my face and I kissed the tip of it.

Liz chuckled and said, "That's exactly what I did the first time I gave a guy a blowjob."

I looked up at her, smiled, and opened my mouth, taking in three inches of the cock. I wiggled my tongue wildly, bobbing up and down. Liz put her hand on my head, forcing me lower onto the strap on. 

I gagged a little and Liz laughed at me, saying, "Now you know how that feels, Greg."

I kept sucking and bobbing on her strap on until she took her hand off of my head and quickly thrust her hips down, pulling the dildo out of my mouth with a loud pop.

Liz stood up beside the bed, grabbed some lube, and started covering all seven inches of the monster with it. I got off of the bed and bent over in front of Liz. She slid her index finger under the fabric of my gstring and pulled it to the side. She stepped closer to me and I felt the tip of the strap on press against my anus. I jumped and a small gasp escaped my mouth.

Liz whispered, "Don't worry, Greg. I'll be gentler than you were the first time you did this to me."

---

I kissed Liz goodbye wearing the same outfit she had fucked me in the night before. Once she was gone I checked my email. Master had sent me a clip of Liz fucking my ass with her strap on. The look of euphoria on her face as she did it was the most erotic thing I had seen since that man had jacked off onto me a month before. Liz was totally naked as she fucked me. Her tits swayed each time she thrust the strap on into me and her fingers moved wildly on her clitoris as she fingered herself. I felt a swirl of emotion inside of me- I was turned on by the idea that Master had seen Liz naked but also ashamed that it happened without her knowing it. I felt my cock growing hard as the short video clip of the strap on sliding in and out of me played on a loop.

Here's the body of the email Master sent me:

Gina,

Your wife is pretty damn kinky. You're a lucky man.

In three days you're going to meet me at a hotel in the Galleria District. The address is at the bottom of the email. You're going to give me a blowjob, I'm going to fuck you up the ass, and I'm going to video all of it to watch in the future whenever I want to remember you.

Everything you need will be in the hotel room. No need to bring anything other than a willingness to please me.

Master

Three days later I took the room key Master had dropped for me out of my mailbox and drove to the hotel. I let myself in and, as per Master's instructions, I took off all of my clothing and left it in the closet immediately to the side of the door. I then went into the bathroom and drew a piping hot bath. It was therapeutic to shave my whole body. I had let all of my hair grow for three days in order to ensure that I was going to be extra smooth for my Master.

After giving myself an enema and drying off my body, I covered myself in a light layer of massage oil that Master had instructed me to put on. I stood in the warm bathroom and applied my makeup as the oil soaked into my skin. I put on a thick layer of makeup, making sure I looked like a streetwalker. Master wanted me to look slutty.

On top of the lingerie was a note from Master:

You're losing your virginity tonight, so I wanted you to have an appropriate outfit.

I pulled up the white thigh high stockings, attached them to the white lace bustier top, and then pulled up the matching white lace thong.

I set the blonde wig on my head and then put the white bridal veil on top of that.

I stepped into the white high heels and walked out into the bedroom.

There was a note on the bedside table:

Gina,

Clip this iPod Nano to the shoulder strap of your bustier and put in the earbuds. At exactly 5pm, hit the play button and put on the blindfold.

Master

At 5pm I hit play and dropped the white blindfold over my eyes. The music playing in the earbuds was classical music and it was loud enough that I couldn't hear anything happening in the room. With my sight and sound gone, all of my other senses came to life. I felt a slight whoosh of air a couple of minutes later and realized that someone had entered the room. There was a new smell in the room... cologne.

I jumped slightly as a robotic man's voice played through my earphones, saying, "I am here with you now, Gina. You are not worthy of hearing my voice so you will receive your instructions through these commands I've placed in the music."

The voice continued speaking over the music, "Sit on the end of the bed, facing the TV. I'm setting up the video cameras right now."

I felt the wind move around me as Master walked throughout the room. I could smell his cologne. I started to caress my cock through my panties and felt a hard slap on my hand. I pulled it away and whispered an apology to Master.

The voice spoke to me again, "Crawl to the chair in the corner of the room. I am sitting in it and waiting for you to show me how good of a blowjob you can give."

I slowly got off of the bed and crawled on my hands and knees to where I knew the chair was in the room. I bumped against a bare leg -Master's leg- and felt my way up it until my hand was wrapped around an erect cock.

I had never touched another man's penis before that moment. It felt both foreign and familiar. He was circumcised. A slight moan escaped my mouth as I ran my thumb along the head of his cock. I was kneeling between his legs and slowly I stretched my body upwards, draping my arms across the arms of the chair. I pursed my lips at the tip of his cock and kissed it, thinking of Liz as I did. I slowly lowered my head until half of his cock was in my mouth. It was warm and soft but somehow so firm at the exact same time. 

I flicked my tongue across his shaft and felt Master quiver. I moaned again and started moving my head up. I dragged my bottom lip along his shaft, feeling him leave my mouth. I let my tongue dance like a serpent on the tip of his head, and then let him fill my mouth as I lowered my head again.

With my senses of sight and sound gone, I was enraptured with the smell of Master's cologne, the warmth of his legs against my torso, and the taste of the precum leaking into my mouth.

I moved faster and, as I did, Master firmly placed his hand on the back of my head. I moaned again as I felt his control over me. I wanted to touch myself so badly!

I bobbed up and down, letting my tongue speak the language of pleasure as I did. Master quivered slightly. His cock stiffened a little more. I moved my head rapidly, coaxing him to give me what I had fantasized about for five weeks. I was moaning continuously.

Suddenly, Master's hand held my head in place and he thrust his cock further into my mouth as I cried out in muffled joy. My tongue undulated on his shaft as he spurted his cum into my mouth. I started swallowing while I licked him. I drank everything he gave me and did so with deep pleasure.

As Master slid his hand off of my head, he reached down and clicked the iPod Nano. The voice came back to life, "Go lie down on the bed and play with yourself. Don't have an orgasm."

I crawled back to the bed, savoring the taste of Master that lingered in my mouth. I fell across the bed and let my hands roam my body. I brought myself to the edge of an orgasm twice. It was erotic knowing that Master was watching my every move. I did everything I could imagine to my body so that I could please him.


My Master & My Wife Ch. 02



I was a rolling boil of lust when the voice spoke again, "Take off your panties and bend over the edge of the bed."

I did as commanded and waited.

And waited.

I was rocking back and forth, slowly rubbing my cock against the bed ever so lightly, and moaning. A sharp slap of Master's hand across my ass brought my grinding to a halt.

A little later I felt a hand wrap around my right hip. It pulled my ass further into the air. A leg brushed against my right one. Next I felt a moist, warm firmness against my anus. 

"Please", I heard myself say.

Master pushed his cock against me and I exhaled as I relaxed my entire body. He slid in me and grabbed my left hip with his other hand. My body tensed from the sudden invasion. Master pulled me to him strongly, impaling me with his cock even as my body tried to force it out. He held me that way until my body relaxed again. Having him hold me like that was the most dominant thing anyone has ever done to me in my life.

He slowly started pumping himself in and out of me. I felt my own cock start to shrivel as I focused on trying to contort my body to Master's needs. He was taller than me and, based on how thick his legs felt while I was giving him a blowjob, he was muscular as well. The heels I was wearing had me on my tiptoes and I was still trying to stand higher to accommodate his height. 

His pumping grew stronger, more certain, more assertive. I was putty in his hands. I gave up trying to do anything and just let the upper half of my body rest on the bed while he passionately fucked me as hard as he wanted to. He pulled me against him harder and harder, trying to find more of me to bury his cock in.

His whole body stiffened and I felt his cock quiver insider of me. 

"Oh yes", I heard myself say in astonishment.

Master held my ass against him until his cock shriveled inside of me. I squeezed tightly as he pulled out, doing my best to hold all of Master's juices inside of me.

Master reached up and hit the next button on the iPod. 

The voice came to life again, "You can relax now. Let your body collapse onto the bed."

I slid forward, letting myself melt into the mattress. I rested for who knows how long before the voice spoke again, rousing me from the near-sleep I had settled into.

"You can leave now, Gina.", it said, "While I am done with you tonight, I'm not done with you forever."

I took off the blindfold and looked around. He wasn't in the room. I walked to the restroom, already knowing I wouldn't see him there.

I opened the closet to retrieve my male clothing and found a note where they should have been. Here's what it said:

Gina,

It's been a long time since I had this much fun with a sub. While we've done everything you set out to do, I am not done with you.

If you want to get out of our arrangement, keep in mind that I've got a video of your wife and you having very kinky sex. I've got a video of you having sex with me. I've also got enough pictures of you to start a porn site with. 

I'll occasionally text you with a new assignment but it will not be anywhere near as regularly as it has been. Keep emailing me your and Liz's schedules. Enjoy your life as my bitch.

Master

P.S. - I've left a dress for you to wear home since you're a sissy fucktoy and not a man anymore. 

Hanging in the closet was a white sundress as well as a white purse with my car keys, wallet, and makeup in it. I put the dress on and went to the mirror in the bathroom to look at myself. The dress was full length but it was thin enough that I could still make out the outline of the lingerie I was wearing through it. 

I looked at myself, shook my head, let out a sigh, and then fixed my makeup.

I thought one simple thought as I closed the door to the hotel room: He was still my Master. He was going to get what he wanted from me no matter what. Even if it meant I had to walk through a hotel and drive home in drag.



My Master & My Wife Ch. 03



I met Liz at our back door. I was wearing the same white dress, white heels, and wig as I was the night Master had his way with me. Underneath that thin dress I had on a red, lace bra and panty set. It was clearly visible through the dress and was the slutty look I wanted. Liz arched her eyebrow as she dropped her bags and kissed me. We hugged for a moment before Liz left me to go shower. 

I went onto our back porch and poured myself a glass of wine. It was a Sauvignon Blanc and its crisp flavor worked well with the early October heat of Houston. Summer hadn't quite released its grip on the Gulf Coast and the thinness of my sundress was perfect for the dinner on the back porch I had planned. I sipped on my wine and picked at the fruit and cheese tray I'd made for us. 

Liz came out in a flowered, pastel sundress with her wet hair up in a ponytail. I poured her some wine and we talked about her latest trip to D.C. while we snacked. I was starting to feel the beautiful lightness of a buzz when, without warning, Liz buried her face in her hands and started sobbing. I put my wine glass down and gently rubbed Liz's back while she composed herself. 

"Greg, I got drunk and slept with a woman while I was in D.C.," Liz told me as her eyes pleaded for understanding and mercy. 

I gasped, placing my hand over my mouth in shock. A laugh started building within me and grew until I was almost cackling. Confused, Liz stared at me with the most peculiar expression that only made me laugh harder. My laughter died down after about 30 seconds and I told Liz that I had slept with a man while she was out of town. Liz's reaction was a surprise to me... she looked at me with a glower of anger that made the smile I was wearing wither. 

"Greg, how the fuck did this happen?" Liz asked me. 

"Liz," I said gently, "I was curious about what it would be like so I found someone online and we hooked up. What about you?" 

"I got drunk last night and woke up with a woman next to me," Liz said with a dismissive wave of her hand before she threw another question at me. 

"So this man was a total stranger to you?" 

I realized that I was facing off against a lawyer and that I was being cross examined. I felt the color leave my face as I tried to answer in the least dishonest way possible that would also minimize any future questions. 

"I found him about a month ago. We've been occasionally emailing and he suggested we meet up." 

I waited what felt like an eternity for Liz to answer. 

"I want to talk to him" was the only sentence Liz said to me in response. It was the worst response I could have imagined her asking. 

"Liz," I said in my most soothing voice, "it was a one-time thing. It's over. What would talking to him accomplish?" 

Liz glared at me and didn't answer. 

I sighed and told her, "I'll email him and see if he answers. I'm not sure that he will." 

I grabbed my phone and emailed Master with Liz looking over my shoulder: 

Hey, 

I told my wife that we slept together. She wants to talk to you. 

Gina 

"Gina," Liz said the name slowly and deliberately, sounding out each letter as I turned and looked at her. 

"It's my femme name, Liz." was my honest reply. 

Liz sipped her wine, fuming while we sat on the back porch. 

My phone chimed with Master's response less than a minute later: 

You didn't call me Master, you little bitch. Yes, I'll talk to her. Tell her to call me in fifteen minutes. That's when I'll be home. 

Master 

I showed the response to Liz and texted her Master's phone number. She told me to stay outside until she got off of the phone with "that man". 

I had never been so glad that I'd brought an extra bottle of wine outside in my life. I drank nervously, wondering how much Master would spill and how much he would withhold. I occasionally heard Liz yelling inside but I couldn't understand what she was saying. Suddenly, my phone started chiming with text notifications. The texts were from Master and were to both Liz and me. The first one was a picture of me kneeling down in the conference room with cum on my face that first night Master had me walking down Westheimer. The second one was of me in the pink thong the first day Liz saw me in drag. The third one was a still image from the video of Liz fucking me with the strapon. The last one was a still image of me sucking Master's cock. 

Despite the horror I felt, I studied that last image intensely. It was the first image I'd ever seen of Master. He was white, looked to be about six feet tall and was pretty well built. His head was blurred out but I could see he had a tattoo of a serpent on his right bicep. 

Liz texted me with a one sentence text: 

You're sleeping on the sofa tonight. 

- 

Two days later Liz came home from work and told me to sit on the sofa so we could talk. I was relieved that the silence of the last 48 hours had finally been broken. I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a white polo shirt, and black tanga panties. I didn't own any men's underwear anymore so it was the manliest outfit I had. 

"Greg, do you still want to be with me?" Liz asked. 

"Liz, I can't believe you're even asking that question. I love only you. No one else." I replied. 

I'd never meant any sentence I'd told her more than that one. Liz sobbed as she fell into my arms. We held each other for fifteen minutes before she spoke again. 

"Greg, are you gay, bi, or straight?" she asked as she laid her head in my lap. 

I stroked her hair as I answered, "I guess I'm Bi, Liz, but I will never sleep with a man again if that's what you want." 

Liz kept her head on my lap as she asked another question, "Do you want to be a man, a woman, or something in between?" 

I sighed as I answered, "Something in between, I guess. I've loved wearing panties since Kindergarten, Liz, but I've awoken to a more feminine me over the last year." 

Liz sat up as she talked to me. 

"Greg -Gina- whatever you like to be called, I love you, too. No one else can fulfill me like you can! But, you've totally betrayed my trust over the last two months. The ironic thing that has come out of your lies is that we're actually more honest with each other about our sexuality than we've ever been before! However, there's someone out there with a video of me naked, fucking you. He'll have that image of me in his mind and on his hard drive forever. Forever, Greg. Think about that. He can see me naked any time he wants. He can put that video online any time he wants." 

I dropped my eyes in embarrassment and stared at the floor as she kept talking. 

"Greg, I want you to be happy and truly be who you are. I don't think I can do that alone, though. So, I've been talking with your Master over the last two days and we're working on two things. First, we're working on what it looks like to work together on helping you become yourself. Second, he's helping me come up with a fitting payback to you videoing me fucking you." 

I felt a swirl of emotion in that moment. I was excited that Liz was accepting who I was becoming. I was scared of the work 'payback'. I also realized with arousal and fear that Liz didn't realize that there were still cameras hidden in our bedroom. 

- 

Two days later (a Thursday), my phone chimed with a text from Master: 

Sissy, 

Your next task from me is simple: Obey every kinky desire and whim Liz asks of you this month. EVERYTHING. You're not only my bitch. You're also her bitch this month. She doesn't know that I'm giving you this command, though. 

You're about to get a very difficult request from her that she and I have worked on together. If you obey it, she doesn't need to know that you haven't told her about the cameras that are still in your bedroom. If you don't... well, let's just say that your marriage might be over. 

Master 

An hour later, Liz came home from work and dropped a small box on the table in front of me. I picked it up and opened it. It was a bellybutton ring. Dangling from it was the word "Sissy" in pink rhinestones. I looked up at Liz with my mouth hanging open. I was truly speechless. 

Liz had an evil grin on her face as she talked to me. 

"Gina, a man has seen me naked and will have that video forever. Your Master and I only feel that it is appropriate for you to have something that will last forever as punishment. You have a choice: a tattoo or a piercing. 

"The tattoo will be a tramp stamp of a naked fairy with a huge pair of tits and a raging hardon. The piercing will eventually be removable but you'll have that cute little hole above your navel that every woman has after they take their piercing out. Either way, it'll be as permanent as that naked image of me in your Master's head. It's your choice. 

"You can decide on the way there. I've set up an appointment at a tattoo parlor in Montrose. I've also got an outfit for you to wear. I'll go lay it out while you think things over." 

Liz's clacking heels faded as she walked to our bedroom. I felt my hands start to tremble and saw the box shaking lightly in my hand, causing the "Sissy" emblem to swing back and forth. A tattoo would be on the small of my back until I died. I told myself that at least I could take out the piercing and maybe the hole wouldn't be too noticeable. But deep down I knew it would be. Master and Liz had really backed me into a corner on this one! 

Liz called me into our bedroom and I got to look over what she wanted me to wear. It was a black lace thong with a matching bra, a black minidress that flared out at the waist, a pair of black heels, and a black wig. 

"You need to get dressed and go, Gina. Your appointment is in less than an hour." Liz said as she smiled coyly at me. 

I stripped down, thankful that today was a day I'd fully shaved my body. I slipped into the panties, relishing the feel of them as they nestled themselves into my ass crack. I pulled on the bra, stepped into the heels and pulled the dress down over my head. I threw the wig on and went into the bathroom to do my makeup. 

As I bent over to get a good look at my face in the mirror I felt the wind between my legs as the dress rode up to just below my ass. I hurriedly applied a layer of foundation, lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. I grabbed the purse Liz handed me, scooped up the box with the bellybutton ring off of the table, and teetered on my heels to my car. 

I drove away, praying that the neighbors didn't see me. As I got onto the freeways of Houston I realized that this was my first outing dressed as a woman that didn't involve getting fucked. I was grateful that Liz picked a tattoo parlor in Montrose -Houston's Gay District- so I wouldn't stand out as much! My phone chimed in the seat next to me and I looked down to see the notification from Master: 

Good luck, bitch! Personally, I hope you pick the tattoo! 

I exited the freeways and got onto main thoroughfares of Montrose. Rainbow flags hung from the telephone poles and I felt my body relax. People like me were welcome here. I pulled into the parking lot of the studio, turned off the car, and sat in the driver's seat as I let the gravity of what was happening sink in. I was marking myself as a shemale. I was saying with my body that my home was between the two acceptable genders we have in America. My wife was more than OK with that... she supported me! I took a deep breath, opened the car door, and stepped out into a new world. 

Everyone looked at me as I walked in. A man snickered as he realized I was a dude in drag. A woman with a pierced nose and eyebrow winked at me. The receptionist greeted me and asked me if I had an appointment. 

"I do," I said in my best feminine voice, "It will be under the name Greg or Gina." 

The woman clicked around on her computer screen and, after finding my appointment, invited me back to the piercing room. (I wasn't surprised that Liz scheduled the appointment for a piercing instead of a tattoo... she knows me as well as I know myself!) I sat on the table covered in medical paper and waited, absentmindedly letting my heels dangled off of my toes as I slowly swung my legs back and forth. 

A man soon came in named Tim who asked me what I wanted. I was too embarrassed to answer, so I just handed him the box. He opened it and didn't even bat an eyebrow at me... that shouldn't have surprised me since they had images of pierced cocks and vaginas on the wall! 

"OK, Gina," Tim said, "Go ahead and lay your dress on the chair against the wall and then lay on the table." 

I suddenly realized why Liz had picked a dress for me. If I was in shorts or pants I could have just pulled up my shirt a little but the dress would get in the way too much. I hopped off of the table and pulled my dress over my head. Tim must have seen it all because he wasn't even fazed by a crossdresser standing in front of him in a bra and panties. I walked across the room, draped my dress over the arm of the chair, and sat back on the table. I felt the rough paper against my rump and the cold of the fake leather beneath it. I was in front of a man in a bra, panties, and heels but there was absolutely nothing sexual about it. I felt more vulnerable than sexy when someone walked down the hallway and looked into the room. 

Tim asked me to lie down and immediately started rubbing down my naval area with alcohol. He worked quickly and professionally. One minute after getting started, he clamped my skin and told me (1) to take a deep breath and (2) that I was going to feel a sharp pain. 

I exhaled between clenched teeth as the needle pierced my skin. I was surprised at how little it hurt. Tim quickly rammed my ring onto the back of the needle and slid it through the new hole. Thirty seconds later I was putting my dress back on. A few minutes later, after learning how to care for my new piercing, I was back in my car and driving home. One thing Tim made clear was that I couldn't play with the piercing. It was the one thing I wanted to do with it! 

When I got home Liz pulled up my dress and cracked up laughing as she looked at the sissy emblem dangling from my navel. It would be there for three months before I could switch to another stud or remove it without the hole closing up. 

Liz walked with me into the bedroom as I told her about the experience, laughing as I told her about having to undress in front of Tim. She asked me to take off my dress so she could get a better look at my piercing. I walked to my closet to hang the dress up and, before I could put it on a hanger, I noticed that my closet had been emptied of all of my male clothing. All that remained were my dresses, skirts, shorts, and blouses. Three pairs of high heels and one pair of wedge sandals were the only shoes I had. There was an empty rack where all of my "real" clothing had been. 

I walked out of my closet with my mouth hanging open. I just looked at Liz and pointed at my empty closet. That evil grin had returned to Liz's face. 

"The piercing was only the first half of the punishment for the video, Greg. 

"The second is that Master and I decided that you'll spend this entire month as Gina. Anywhere you go, you're going as Gina. If we have a date, you're going as a woman. If you have a meeting with your company, you'll be going as Gina. You'll go to the grocery store in drag, too." 

"Liz," I pleaded, "I don't want to be a spectacle. Most people hate the idea of a man dressed as a woman. What about little kids seeing me at the grocery store? What about my job? I might lose it!" 

Liz paused and that gave me a little hope. My hope faded when she replied to my questions. 

"Well, maybe I can do the grocery shopping for us until I give you back your male clothing. But, other than that, you're going out as a woman. Don't even bother looking for your clothes, Gina. They're not in this house. Master has them. Now, let me send your Master a picture of that belly button ring!" 

Liz pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of me. As soon as the picture was sent, Liz got up and walked behind me, giving me a hug. I instinctively covered my navel to make sure she didn't brush her arm against the piercing. Liz kissed my neck and slid her hands down into my panties, pulling my cock up from between my legs. 

"Since I can't bump into your new piercing, I guess I'll have to do you from behind for a while," she whispered into my ear as she stroked my cock. 

I turned my neck to kiss her as she started jerking me off. I realized with fear and delight that Master was probably watching us. 

- 

My routine became comfortable for the beginning of October: Wake up, cook Liz breakfast and get her out the door, shower/shave, put on my feminine outfit, do the day's housework, welcome Liz home, and end the day with mind-blowing sex. The only things that changed were that I took out the trash and checked the mail at night when I was least likely to be seen. I didn't have any meetings, appointments, or any reasons to leave the house. It was getting boring being alone so much, though. 

Later in the month, as I was getting Liz out of the door to go to work on a Monday, my phone chimed in my hand. It was a text from Master that was sent to both Liz and me. I hadn't heard from him since the day I'd gotten by belly button ring so it was kind of a shock to hear from him. Here's the message he sent me: 

Gina, 

From what Liz tells me you've done a good job of entertaining her whims! I'm happy with everything you've done so far. However, she says that you've stopped lying out as much and your tan lines are fading. She also tells me that you haven't ventured out dressed as a woman yet, either. 

I've scheduled a weekly appointment at a tanning salon for you to ensure you keep those sexy tan lines of yours through the winter. It will be every Monday at 10am. So, you've got two hours to get ready for it! 

Master 

Liz and I looked up from our phones at the same time. She winked at me as she walked out of the door. 

Two hours later I pulled up to the tanning salon and got out of my car. I was in a full length dress with a black wig. Beneath it I had on breast forms, my bikini and nothing else. I shivered as I walked across the parking lot. Winter was quickly approaching and I would need a cardigan soon! 

I walked into the salon and told the receptionist that I had an appointment. She chuckled as she realized I was a man and invited me to follow her back to the tanning rooms. She gave me the basic instructions as well as well as a pair of goggles to put over my eyes. I heard her call to one of her coworkers as she closed the door to my booth. I knew she was talking about me and heard two women laughing a few seconds later. This was why I had stayed home the last two weeks! 

I took off my dress and hung it on the wall, shaking my head as I did it. I placed my wig and breast forms next to my purse on the table and stepped into the tanning bed. After the timer went off I slipped my dress back onto my warm skin and put my wig and fake tits back in place. 

As I was walking out I noticed that there were three employees in the waiting area. They were all waiting to see me. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

"Have a nice day, Gina. We can't wait to see you next week!" 

One of the girls said it as I left. I heard laughter through the glass door after it closed. 

I'd have to put up with those bitches every week. 

- 

I got a call from Liz on Thursday as she was headed home. She never called while she was driving so I was worried that something was wrong. 

"Everything's OK, Gina," Liz said, immediately disarming me. 

"I just found out that the Senior Partners have a costume party every Halloween. It's a decadent affair in which they all really, really cut loose. All the spouses are invited and the costumes are always done as a pair. I'm sending you pictures that one of my coworkers texted me. These are the costumes from last year." 




My Master & My Wife Ch. 03



I put Liz on speakerphone as I opened up the text messages. There was a woman dressed as a schoolgirl and her husband as a teacher. The woman was wearing the sluttiest schoolgirl outfit I'd ever seen. The next couple were both in togas. The woman's toga was only covering half of her breasts and stopped right below her crotch. The next pictures were similar. 

"Gina, this is my first party as a Senior Partner. And I'm the only woman on the team. If I don't act like a team player it could be the end of my career. These guys will find a way to fire me if I don't act like a Good Ole Boy. I have an idea for what we can go as but it's asking a lot of you." 

I thought about Master's command to obey Liz's every whim. I also thought about how much they must be talking behind my back. 

"Whatever you need, Liz. I'll do whatever you want to help out." 

The next night Liz knocked on her coworker's door. She was in a powder blue track suit with a matching fedora, gold teeth, a cane, and a goblet. Her secret known only to me was that underneath the track suit she was naked. She was a pimp. 

I was in a black, wet-look microskirt that flared out below the waistline and a matching tube top. Beneath it I had on a pink lace thong, a pink lace strapless bra, and my breast forms. I was also wearing fishnet thigh-high stockings and four inch heels. My makeup was on thicker that I had ever worn it before and I was wearing a long, curly black wig. Liz had given me long, fake fingernails and painted them a deep red to match my toenails. I was her prostitute. 

This was the first time I would ever meet these people. And I was doing it dressed as a woman. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I nervously pulled down my skirt, realizing I would have to do that the entire night or else it would ride up and expose my ass. 

A woman, Susan, opened the door for us. She was wearing a white, lace bra and panty set with wings and a halo. She gasped as she saw me and then chuckled as she ushered us in. 

Rick, her husband and our host talked/yelled as we walked in, "Well, we all know who wears the pants in this family!" 

Rick put his arm around Susan as they both laughed and looked me over. Rick was in a red suit with a red shirt, tie, and hat. There was a red tail sticking out of the waistline of his pants. Rick and Susan were an angel and a devil. Cute. 

Bob & Cheryl were both in their togas again. Cheryl's tit were pretty much hanging out of the top and Bob's cock was dangling enough that it was obvious he was both well hung and not wearing underwear. 

There were three other couples at the party. One man was a priest and his wife was a slutty nun. Another was a pimp and prostitute combo but the woman was the prostitute. The last couple was a doctor and naughty nurse. 

All the women were showing skin, other than my wife. Every man was fully clothed, other than me. My tan lines were visible above the tube top and my belly button ring was on display. My only hope was that people would think it was just as fake as my clip-on hoop earrings and breast forms. 

We were given shots as soon as walked in. As soon as we finished those everyone did a round of shots together and the party officially got started. People laughed, yelled, laughed some more, and yelled even more. Drinks flowed and blurred together. At one point I was talking to Lilly, the other prostitute at the party. Liz was standing next to me; talking to Lilly's husband about some boring bill they were both advising Senators on, when I felt a hand on my ass. I assumed it was Liz's so I didn't brush it off until I saw that Liz was holding a drink with the hand that was closest to me. I whipped around, causing my skirt to fly up and show off my pink panties to anyone looking in my direction, and saw Rick pull back his hand. He winked at me as Susan laughed out loud. 

As I turned back to Lilly she leaned in and whispered to me, "Welcome to the club, Greg. He feels up every woman here, every fucking year." 

"I'm not one of the ladies." I whispered back to Lilly. 

She looked me up and down, winked at me, and said "Nice pink panties, Greg." as she walked away to get another drink. 

I felt a hand on my ass again and slapped it away this time. Liz turned to me, shocked, and I apologized as Rick and Susan laughed at me. 

Liz went with me to get a drink and I told her about Rick feeling me up. We had a few drinks in us by that point in the party and our mouths were both working without filters. 

Liz said, "Well, he did say you have a hot ass in that picture I showed him of you in your bikini." 

As soon as she said it she realized what she said and tried to recover, "I mean, he walked into my office and I had it open on my phone and he picked it up and looked at it. He didn't know it was you..." 

"What the fuck, Liz?!" I whispered. 

Liz sighed and spilled the beans. 

"Look, Gina," Liz said, "I told Rick everything and showed him all of the pictures the day after my first conversation with Master. Rick is the one who suggested taking away your male clothing and he's the one who suggested this costume for you tonight." 

I looked up and saw Rick looking at me from across the party. It was a hungry look that made me shiver. 

"Liz," I whispered back to her, "he's looking at me like I'm a gazelle and he's a lion!" 

Liz leaned into me and whispered close enough that her lips touched my ear, "He did say he'd love to get a blowjob from you after he saw that picture of you sucking off your Master." 

She let the sentence hang in the air before she whispered again, "Do you want to suck him off?" 

I had a lot of alcohol in me but I still remembered Master's command to obey Liz's sexual impulses and whims. I slowly nodded yes. 

Liz walked across the party and said something into Rick's ear. He looked at me, snickered, and walked out of the room. I pulled my skirt down, realizing that I was showing a little cheek. Liz came over to me and waited until one of the guys was telling a story that everyone was focused on. She led me by the hand down the hallway to Rick's home office. Rick was sitting in the corner of the room furthest from the door, beneath a lamp. Every other light in the room was off. Liz was standing behind me. Without saying a word, she unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. She pulled my tube top up, forcing me to raise my arms over my head, and slipped it off of me. Rick sat in his chair, drinking me in. I was standing in the doorway in my lingerie. I took a nervous step into the room. 

"Gina said that she'd like to suck your cock." Liz said as the thick silence was finally broken. 

Rick and I locked eyes as Liz kept talking. 

"I'm going to get back to the party now," Liz said as she walked away. 

I started to grab the door handle but stopped when Rick started talking. 

"Leave it open," Rick said. 

I put my arm down and forced myself to not cover my cock with my hands. 

Rick looked me up and down as he talked, "Did she tell you that our H.R. Department called a meeting over you?" 

I shook my head as Rick continued talking, becoming more conscious of how close the voices down the hall sounded. 

"We were all told before this party that you are a transvestite and were given a list of things that we can and can't say about you in front of Liz or yourself. Everyone here knows that this isn't just a costume for you, Gina. 

"They know that those tan lines are real. They know that those panties are your normal underwear. They know that the bellybutton ring is real. 

"They don't know that you like to take it up the ass from a real man, though. They also don't know that you like to have a mouth full of a real man's cock. They also don't know that you like getting showered in a real man's cum. 

"But I know those things about you. I know how much of a slut you really are." 

My cock was growing even though it was tucked between my legs. He was humiliating me and I loved every minute of the dirty talk. I walked up to Rick and knelt in front of him. The cold tile of the room chilled my knees. I could hear someone down the hall asking where the bathroom was as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Rick kept humiliating me as I undressed him. 

"Every time I see you, I can call you a cocksucker and we'll both know it isn't a joke. Every time your wife shows up to work in a pantsuit, we'll both know that she's more manly looking than you are." 

I pulled his cock out of his boxers. It was longer than mine. He shaved is cock and balls, which was nice to look at. I bent over and wrapped my lips around his shaft, moaning with pleasure as I did so. 

"That's right, bitch. Enjoy your place as a woman." 

Rick took a deep breath as I flicked my tongue across his shaft. 

He put his hand on my head and forced me lower. I gagged and tried to pull off but he wouldn't let me. My whole body tensed as he forced my head down until my nose was touching his boxers and the tip of his cock was in my throat. I fought the impulse to throw up and was breathing rapidly through my nose, whimpering softly as he held me there. 

"I'm not letting go until you stop fighting me, Gina. You're learning how to deep throat tonight." 

I reached down and grabbed the legs of the chair tightly, my forearms muscles burning from the exertion. I made myself stop whimpering but couldn't slow my breathing. Time was standing still and my panic wouldn't subside. All my muscles were tensed. It took everything in me not to bite down on Rick's cock. 

Every time I was about to regain control of my emotions I'd gag and panic all over again. The one thing I was grateful for was that Rick wasn't thrusting. He was just holding me down on his cock. The only sound in the room was the loud party happening down the hall from us. I made myself let go of the chair and forced myself to loosen my back and stomach muscles. I forced myself to not swallow no matter how bad I felt that I needed to and took in a deep breath through my nose. 

Slowly, Rick took his hand off of my head. I pulled myself up off of his cock, swallowing deeply and clearing my throat as I straightened up. I looked at Rick with rage in my eyes. What a fucking asshole. He was smirking as he looked at me. 

"You aren't done yet, Gina," was all Rick said. 

The part that amazes me is that I didn't get up. I didn't want to. I realized in that moment what a woman saw in a bad boy that was so attractive. I wanted to punch him and fuck him at the same time. 

I grabbed the base of Rick's cock with one hand and stroked his balls with the other. I looked away from his eyes and slowly went back to his cock, going down again until I gagged. I went back up and licked the most sensitive part of his shaft and tried deep throating him again. I gagged again and Rick laughed. 

"Keep trying, Gina. Deep Throating is a skill every slut needs." 

I did keep trying. I went down over and over again until I was finally sliding all the way up and down his shaft. I figured out the angle I needed to use to minimize my gag reflex as I took in all of him. His hand was resting on the back of my head, pressing down lightly but firmly. This was definitely a much longer blowjob than I had given Master. I could hear laughing down the hallway and someone yelling for Rick. 

"OK, get ready for the finale," Rick said as he put both hands on my head to hold me in place. 

He started fucking me, thrusting his hips, driving his cock in and out of my mouth. I wiggled my tongue across his shaft and just waited for him to orgasm. This was so much less sensual than when I sucked Master's cock, I thought to myself, but it was so much more intense of an experience. 

The first spurt of cum landed in my throat and I almost choked on it. I held my breath as the second spurt splashed onto my tongue. He buried his cock all the way in me and the rest of his cum went straight down my throat. I swallowed as he pulled out and let go of my head. 

I straightened my back, wiping my mouth with my arm, and looked up at Rick. 

"Not too bad, Gina. If you ever need more lessons, you know where to find me." 

Rick pulled up his pants, tucked in his shirt, buckled his belt, and stood up. I stood as he did and, as I turned to the door to get my clothing, I saw that Liz and Susan were standing in the doorway. They had been watching us the entire time. Liz winked at me and pulled some lipstick out of her jacket's pocket. She reapplied it onto my lips and left with Rick and Susan. I could hear them talking about how good I was at oral for being so new at it. 

Alone in Rick's office, I did something that surprised even me. I sat in the leather chair that Rick had just been in, pulled out my cock, and started jerking off. I came quickly, biting my bottom lip as cum splashed onto my chest. I scooped it up with my fingers and licked every drop off of my hand. 

I let out a satisfied sigh as I slipped my tube top back on and wrestled it into place. I stepped into my skirt and zipped it up as I left the room to get back to the party. Liz met me with a shot glass and a smile. I smiled back as I took the shot and washed down the lingering taste of cum. 

The party started to become a blur after that. There was too much alcohol for me to keep up. I vaguely remember Cheryl, the woman in the toga, taking it off and walking around naked. I remember Rick tucking a five dollar bill into my panties but I don't remember why my panties were showing at all. I remember seeing my wife's jacket unzipped and open with Susan sucking on her nipples when I walked into an occupied bathroom. I also remember the doctor and naughty nurse couple leaving in a mild huff over something Rick said. 

The next morning I woke up with Rick's five dollar bill still tucked into the waistband of my panties. I was still in my tube top, bra, and stockings. I went into the bathroom and almost tripped over my high heels. My wig and breast forms were lying on the floor in a heap next to my heels. I took the five dollar bill out of the waistband of my panties, put it on my sink, downed a couple of aspirin, and climbed back into bed. A few hours later, as Liz and I guzzled water and tried to keep our breakfast from coming back up, I asked her to fill in the gaps I had in my timeline of the party after I gave Rick a blowjob. 

Apparently I had forgotten to pull down my skirt for so long that it rode all the way up to my waist. Half of my ass had been hanging out and, when Liz pointed it out to me, I just pulled the skirt off and dropped it on the ground. That's when Rick slipped a five dollar bill into the waistband of my panties and asked what it would take to get me to take everything else off. 

Susan had gotten pretty turned on watching me and Rick so Liz took advantage of the situation and they "got a little frisky, too." 

When I asked Liz how we got home, she said that the couple in the priest and nun outfit had driven us home. We needed to go get our car. Liz texted Rick and he said that we could come over whenever we wanted to... he still had to give me back my skirt. 

I didn't realize until that moment that I had left without it. A foggy memory of Liz and the slutty nun laughing hysterically at me while getting into the car in my panties came rushing back to me. My god, I thought, what a slut I had become.



My Master & My Wife Ch. 04



After Liz and I ate breakfast I realized that it was time to face my demons from the night before and go get my car and skirt. (I'd left them at a party, read the last chapter to hear about how I got roped into that experience.) I was about to start getting dressed and ready to go when Master texted me, telling me to give myself an enema and wear the lingerie set I wore in the hotel the night he fucked me... and nothing else.

Confused, I did as instructed. As I walked out of my bedroom and into our living room, Liz gasped as she saw what I was wearing.

"Umm, that's a nice lingerie set but why are you wearing it, Gina?"

"Master wants me to wear this and only this" is what I told Liz.

She laughed and said, "He just texted me, asking me to drop you off at Rick's house and leave you there to get your car keys after you're dressed and ready to go."

My heart sank as Liz and I walked to her car. I had looked myself over in the mirror. My ass was hanging out of the thong. My stilettos made me teeter as I walked. The lace of my outfit really didn't hide anything... and this was how I was leaving my house. That familiar swirl of fear, excitement, and desire danced around my head and heart.

Liz must have sensed my hesitation because she stopped in our garage, faced me, and kissed me.

She rubbed my cock through my panties as she asked me, "Have you regretted anything that your Master has asked you to do?"

I shook my head and exhaled as she toyed with me.

"Then this is just another step into something you'll enjoy, even if you are scared of it now, right?"

Liz didn't give me a chance to answer her. She pressed herself into me and kissed me passionately. She held me against her as she pressed the garage door opener. Sunlight flooded our dim garage, lighting up my inappropriate, sexy outfit. Liz opened the back door of her car for me and I crawled in. She got in the front, started the car, and backed out onto our street.

There was no going back now.

I did my best to hide in the car, lying across the backseat as Liz drove across Houston. A couple of times I saw truck drivers do a double take as they looked inside our car and I'm pretty sure Liz slowed down so they could look at me longer. It was utterly humiliating to be seen that way as we drove to Rick's house. 

I had a lot of time to think since there was nothing to look at other than the roof of the car. I realized for the first time that Liz's partners and their spouses never had seen me dressed as a man. (The Senior Partners and the lower level lawyers rarely mixed at company events.) Their only experience with me was the night before, where I was dressed like a hooker. I wondered if I would have to go any future events their law firm had dressed as a woman and realized with horror that I'd find out soon enough since Christmas was quickly approaching!

Liz pulled into Rick's driveway and drove all the way up to his garage. She put the car in park and turned around to look at me.

"Gina," she said, "we're here. I drove up to the backside of the house so you won't have to stand on Rick's front stoop dressed like that. I wouldn't put it past him to leave you there for a while just to torture you.

"You've got my permission to do whatever Rick and you want to do in there. Have fun, OK?"

With that said, Liz unlocked the doors and motioned for me to get out.

As soon as I got out and closed the back door, Liz backed out of Rick's driveway, leaving me standing there in women's lingerie. "Powerless" doesn't even begin to sum up the weakness I felt in that moment. I could hear a lawnmower nearby and realized that I needed to get out of the view of the street.

I walked to Rick's back door, reached out a timid hand, and rang the doorbell.

As I waited at Rick's back door I was surprised to see Susan walking up, stark naked. She opened the door and ushered me in. 

She looked at me as we walked towards the living room and asked, "Are you as hung over as I am?"

I was too nervous to talk, so I just nodded.

Susan walked ahead of me, letting me ogle her. She was a little heavier than Liz but in all the right places. As we got to the living room, I stopped in my tracks. On the TV was the video of me in the hotel, giving Master a blowjob. Only, this time, Master's face wasn't blurred out.

Master was Rick.

I had to grab the wall because everything started spinning.

Susan walked over to the sofa and sat down next to a man I'd only met once before... it was the man that had jacked off onto my face the first night Master had tested me as his slave. He, like Susan, was naked. His chastity device was on again. He was watching the video of me. It looked like his cock was straining against the chastity device and it didn't look like a pleasurable experience to me. Susan reached over and ran her fingertips across his balls. He shivered and groaned as she did.

Rick was sitting in a chair, his back to me, facing the TV.

"Gina, come and stand next to the television so we can get a good look at your sissy body."

Rick's taunting and condescending phrases from the night before suddenly made so much more sense to me. I walked over and stood next to the television. I then saw that Rick was also naked.

As Rick watched the video, he addressed me.

"Liz and I were in D.C. and having a couple of drinks at the hotel bar when I let it slip that I couldn't wait to get home and have sex with Susan. The alcohol had loosened my tongue too much and, before I knew what I was saying, I told Liz all about Tom over there and how he got off watching me fuck his wife while he was locked up in a chastity device."

All of a sudden I realized that Rick had never introduced Susan as his wife the night before. I had assumed that she was his wife.

Rick glanced at my blushing face, smirked, and looked back to the video as he kept talking. I let out a loud sigh on screen as he came in my mouth.

"Liz told me that you had the most boring sex life on earth. I told her that you must have been hiding something from her because there was no way a man wouldn't want to have kinky, mind-blowing sex with a woman as hot as she is. 

"I told her that I would give her a program to install on your computer that would let us monitor what you were looking at online so we could find out what you were into sexually. Within 48 hours of her installing the software, we realized you were into crossdressing. A few weeks later, we saw you post that ad online looking for a Master and that's when I suggested that she let me do to you what I've done to Tom over there."

Tom looked at me, his face alive with sexual hunger despite the chastity device on his cock.

I heard the sounds on the screen change and looked over to see myself bent over a bed, getting fucked from behind by Rick. I was moaning loudly in the video, totally lost in the moment.

I looked at Susan, who was getting fingered by her husband while she caressed his balls. Her eyes were locked on the scene in front of her.

Rick commanded Susan and Tom to stop playing with each other. They immediately drew their hands back but their chests kept heaving and their faces were flushed with arousal.

I shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and fear and I realized that all three of us were Master's sexual playthings... and that he hadn't even really started playing with us yet.

After all of them watched Rick cum in my ass on the video, he started giving us commands.

"Susan, why don't you unlock Tom."

Susan took a key from around Tom's neck and unlocked his chastity device. His cock shot to fully erect as soon as the pressure was taken off of it.

"Tom, today you're going to have your last orgasm for a while. I'm going to give Gina here your key. He doesn't know your last name and you don't know his. You're going to have to do some homework to figure out exactly who he is in order to get the key from him, so you better enjoy yourself. I figure that your first orgasm this month might also be your last orgasm for at least half a year!"

A look of fear spread across Tom's face but his cock stood at attention, twitching with excitement.

"Susan, walk over to Gina and drop the key around his neck."

Susan stood up and walked slowly over to me, letting all of us drink in her body with our eyes. She pressed her body against mine, kissing me softly as she dropped the necklace over my head. She let her hands fall and grabbed my ass in both hands. She pulled me into her, kissing me and grinding her crotch against my panty-covered cock.

I grabbed her breasts in my hands, fondling them like Liz had the night before. Susan moaned loudly, pulled her mouth away from mine, and looked at her husband. I looked at him to. He had started masturbating while watching both of us. I realized that Susan and I were was kind of like Lesbian Porn. I loved that thought.

Rick interrupted us with a command for Susan.

"OK, that's enough of that, Susan. Now come here and get my cock as hard as Tom and Gina's are right now."

Tom and I watched Susan's ass sway as she walked to Rick. She knelt in front of him, grabbed a bottle of lube off of the table next to Rick's chair, squeezed it between her breasts, and slowly started fucking him with her tits. Within a couple of minutes, Rick was as hard as Tom, who hadn't stopped slowly rubbing his cock.

Rick looked at me with that same, animalistic look I had seen the night before and that's when I felt the color drain from my face.

"OK, Gina, it's time for your second-to-last assignment as my slave. Susan has me hard and lubed so it's time for you to learn how to ride a cock."

I walked over to Rick's chair and stood in front of him. Susan, who was sitting on the floor next to Rick's chair, reached up to my waist and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them and all three people in the room got a good look at my hardon. My cock told everyone how much I was enjoying this.

"I don't want that little excuse for a penis touching me. Turn around so I can look at that ass of yours while you ride me."

I turned around and backed up until Rick's legs were on either side of me. I slowly lowered myself down until I felt his cock touch my ass. I jumped up a little and Rick laughed.

"Look at my little bitch. He's sucked my cock twice and already been fucked by it before but he's still scared of it!"

Tom and Susan chuckled at the joke and I felt my face turn red.

I had to reach between my legs and grab the base of Rick's cock. I lined it up with my anus and slowly lowered myself until the tip of his cock was pressing against me. This was the exact opposite of what we did in the hotel. I wasn't passively bent over, letting him fuck me. I was mounting him and actively pursuing his cock. There was no denying to anyone in the room that I wanted what I was doing and I felt my cock get even harder as my face flushed with embarrassment. 

I looked over at Tom, whose eyes were fixated on Rick's cock between my legs. I glanced at Susan, who was licking her lips as she watched. The pressure on my anus built and built until my muscles finally surrendered and Rick's cock rushed inside of me. I let out a yelp and all three of them laughed. I sat on top of Rick, bent forward, my eyes closed in concentration. I was panting as waves of pain emanated out from my ass. 

The pain slowly subsided and eventually disappeared. I moved my right leg outside of Rick's leg and then did the same with my left until I was straddling him. I put both of my arms on the arms of his chair so that I could support most of my weight on them and started slowly rocking my hips back and forth. I felt Rick sliding around inside of me and heard him exhale deeply behind me.

Susan, who had been silently kneeling next to us the whole time, reached out and ran her fingernail along the shaft of my cock. I cried out in pleasure.

With a devilish grin on her face, Susan asked me, "Do you like riding Rick's cock right now?"

I nodded yes as I rode him.

Susan looked me in the eye and barked out, "Then say it!"

She ran her finger along my shaft again. Electricity coursed through my body. I moaned and started talking.

"I love riding Rick right now. I loved sucking his cock last night. I loved that night in the hotel room."

Susan ran her finger along my shaft again. I closed my eyes.

"I love being his bitch! I don't ever want this to stop! I could live on his cock for the rest of my life!"

Rick chuckled from behind me. I realized in that moment that what I had just admitted must be what he got off on as the Master in the relationship: He had conformed me into what he imagined I could be. 

A few months ago I was a closet crossdresser. He had changed me and molded me for this very moment. 

Rick addressed Tom.

"OK, Tom, stop playing with yourself and come get that orgasm. Let Gina suck your cock."

As I rode Rick, Tom walked closer until his cock was right in front of my face. I leaned forward a little and licked his shaft. He gasped at the pleasure. I can't imagine how great it must have felt to him after being locked up for so long. I took him into my mouth. He and I moaned at the same time, causing Rick and Susan to laugh.

Susan got up, pulled out her phone, and started taking pictures of me. I knew these would get back to Liz but I wasn't ashamed of that... I was excited because I knew she would love to see me getting used. And I loved getting used.

I started fucking Rick faster while I licked Tom's cock. It was harder than I thought to have sex with two people at the same time. I had to use my mouth and tongue in rhythm with my ass and hips to make it work! I wanted to reach down and play with myself but I needed both of my arms to support my own weight.

I don't know how long it had been since Tom had an orgasm but it must have been a while because it only took him a couple of minutes to climax. He came in my mouth while I bounced on Rick's cock. I drank Tom's cum and sucked on him until he was flaccid. He pulled out of my mouth with a pop and walked back to the sofa. Susan immediately locked his chastity device back on and they watched me fuck Rick. I became aware of the key bouncing on my chest. Tom wouldn't have another orgasm until I gave it back to him!

My cock bounced up and down as I sped up my pace. I bounced harder and harder, my ass loudly slapping against Rick's thighs each time I rocked back. Each time I rocked forward my cock swung into the air and slapped against my belly. I felt Rick's body tense beneath me. He grabbed my hips without warning and pulled me down against him as he came inside of me. He held me there, with Susan taking pictures and Tom watching, until his cock softened inside of me.

I stood up off of him, slid my panties on, and walked back to my spot in front of the TV. My legs felt like jelly and my breathing was labored. 

Rick sighed and relaxed into his chair.

"OK, Gina. You can leave now. Your skirt and car keys are on the table in the foyer. I've got a new slave that I'm really excited about. The next time I contact you, it'll be to do something with you and her like I did with you and Tom.

"Speaking of Tom, I'm sure that, after a couple of weeks of licking his wife's pussy and watching her fuck other people, he'll be very motivated to start looking for you. Have fun torturing him however you want to in order to get that key from you!

"Until I need you again, have fun exploring this new life I've given you... and don't go back to being the scared man you used to be."

I left the room without making eye contact with anyone. I felt like a toy that had been used and tossed aside. I slid the skirt on and zipped it up, rolling my eyes when I realized the only thing it covered was my ass and that I may as well have not even put it on. I was going to be driving home in lingerie in the middle of the afternoon.

I walked out to the car, not really caring who saw me anymore, and drove home using as many back roads as I could.

When I got through the door, Liz held up her phone and showed me a picture of me getting fucked by Rick and Tom. Half of Rick's cock was buried inside of me and I had all of Tom's cock in my mouth. My hardon was also clearly visible.

"My turn" was all that she said as she took me to the bedroom.

---

After having sex with Liz I showered for the second time that day and walked into my closet. I looked up and saw that all of my male clothing had been returned! I realized as I looked at it that I wasn't as excited or relieved as I imagined that I would be. Master's words about not being a scared man anymore rang in my ears. I slid on my silky feminine robe, put on a pair of black lace panties, and walked out into the living room to talk with Liz.

"So you knew the entire time?"

She nodded and told me, "I'm the one who suggested the pink dildo in the car for your first night as Rick's slave."

"You knew about the cameras as well? You were OK with your coworker watching you fuck me and walk around naked?"

Her face flushed a little bit with that question. "Yes", she said, "The cameras were Rick's idea. I've got a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in me that he found out about."

As soon as she said it I realized that I hadn't washed a single bra of hers in a couple of weeks. Her nipples were poking through her tshirt even as we talked. Her not wearing underwear the previous night suddenly made more sense, too.

"Have you and Rick had sex?"

Liz shook her head and answered, "No. You're my man. I'm into women if I'm not going to have sex with you, remember?"

I nodded and asked her the question that I wanted to know the answer to most.

"Why did you let Rick do all of this?"

She took a deep breath before she responded.

"Why not? We're more honest and open with each other than we've ever been before. I'm happier. You're happier as well, aren't you?"

I thought about myself. Was I happier? I took a deep breath and answered Liz's question

"Up until leaving Rick's house today, I was definitely happier. I enjoy looking like this. I love wearing girly things and love being desired and used. But I think it's the 'being used' part that I feel sad about right now. It's only been an hour but it's already strange to not have a Master. I loved turning him on and being used by him. I loved having you force me to dress like a slut last night. It's the submissive role I was filling that I miss."

Liz sat and thought.

"Well," she said, "you're still not done, right? You've got Tom out there who will probably beg you to fuck him and you've still got Rick's last hurrah with you. Plus, I can still make you do things from time-to-time if you like. You should relax this month. Take some time to really discover who you want to be."

---

Liz left the next day for her week in D.C.

I sleptwalk through my month. Mondays were tanning and getting teased by the bitches that worked at the salon. The rest of the week was work and housework. I was missing something from my life and it was like I never knew I was missing it until I had it. I felt like a shell of who I had been while I served Rick. It was like the color had been muted in my life and replaced with shades of grey. It was nice to be able to dress like a man and go to the store without causing a scene but, by and large, I still dressed as Gina more than I dressed like Greg. 

The night before Liz was supposed to leave for D.C. I got a text from Rick... I had changed the name in my phone from "Master" to just "Rick."

Gina, tonight you're going to finish your service to me. You're going to go to the same building on Westheimer that this all started in. That office is one that I rent for a tax write off and that I also use for my sexual pleasure. Go straight up to the conference room on the Fifth Floor. You need to be there by 3am.




My Master & My Wife Ch. 04



First, when my new slave gets there, you will tell her to strip naked. She'll put her clothing in the trash can in the room. 

Second, you'll find a syringe on the table. It has my cum in it. You're going to squeeze it onto her face. Make sure she's nice and messy.

Third, you're going to tell her your story, just like Tom told you his in that room. When you're done, you're going to jerk off onto her. Take a picture of her, send it to me, grab the trash bag with the clothing, and leave.

Dress super slutty and enjoy your last task from me.

Rick

When I got the text, I called Liz to let her know that I was doing my last assignment for Rick that night and that I'd be out until breakfast but I would still be home to kiss her goodbye. She told me she had to work late, so that it didn't matter anyway.

I left the house at one in the morning. Liz still wasn't home, which kind of surprised me. I was in stilettos, low rise jeans with a red lace thong sticking out of the top, a thin sweater that you could see my red lace bra through, and a long black wig. A little before 2am, I was sitting in the same chair in the Conference Room that Tom had been in a few months before as he waited for me. I wondered where he was and how badly he was searching for me! I had an hour to kill, so I flipped through all of the pics and videos of me on my phone. By the time 3am rolled around, I had a raging hardon and was more than ready to have an orgasm!

I heard the elevator ding, women's shoes clacking down the hallway, and took a deep breath. 

I was preparing to say hi but was rendered speechless when Liz walked in.

She saw me sitting in the chair, smiled, and said, "What am I doing here, Gina?"

It took me a second to realize it but, finally, everything clicked into place in my brain: Liz was taking my place as Rick's slave.

"Take off all of your clothing and throw it into the trashcan."

I have always enjoyed watching my wife undress. She never really just took off her clothing when I was in the room... she always made a production out of it! 

Liz took off her coat and threw it into the trashcan. Her nipples were at attention through her shirt. She slid off her pants, bending at the waist so I could get a good look at her ass. She turned to face me and slowly unbuttoned the blouse, letting her breasts peek into view. She was standing in front of me in a pair of yellow panties and her shoes.

Liz caressed her nipples while I watched her. She pinched them lightly, closing her eyes as she did so. She let her hands slide down her body to the waistband of her panties and she slid them down her body. She stepped out of them, turning so that I could see her ass as she bent to pick up the pile of clothing at her feet. She dropped it all into the trashcan and then stepped out of her heels. She dropped them into the trash and walked to me, her breasts swaying with each step.

My wife was standing in front of me, naked, in an office owned by her coworker and her Master. My cock twitched in my jeans at the realization of her predicament.

"Come kneel down in front of me."

Liz walked up to where I was sitting and knelt down. I took the syringe and squeezed it on her as I told her about it.

"This is Master's cum. Don't wipe it off.

"Four months ago I was kneeling here, in the exact spot you are in. It was the first time I had worn panties in public. Since then I've sucked two men's cocks and fucked Master twice. I wore women's clothing to a Halloween party and my wife now knows about and enjoys my fetish.

"Enjoy your time with your Master. My last task as his Slave is to cum on your face."

I stood up, unzipped my jeans, and slid them and my panties down to my knees. I pulled out my cock and started violently and rapidly jerking off. Liz's face was a couple of inches away from my cock. I erupted all over her, making sure to hit her nose, forehead, chin, and tits.

Liz looked up at me, smiling as I pulled up my panties and wiggled the jeans back over my hips. I zipped up my jeans and snapped a pic of Liz as she looked up at me.

I walked to the trashcan, grabbed Liz's clothing, and started to leave the room.

"Now what?", Liz asked me.

I sent the picture to Rick, winked at Liz, and said, "He's got a pretty twisted imagination, so I have no idea. Enjoy the ride."

---

The next three months were indeed a wild ride. 

Liz was forced to do all kinds of crazy things. She had to undress in Rick's office, sneak back to her office naked without being seen, and spend the rest of the workday in the nude. He made her strip at an amateur night in a strip club. He made her bring a woman home and have sex with her while I jerked off all over them. He also pulled out a command from my days as his slave: if Liz was home, she could only wear panties. I loved getting to stare at her naked body so much!

I wasn't jealous because, just like when I was Rick's slave, I knew that I was Liz's emotional home base. While we had sex with other people, we saved our hearts for only each other. The day would come when Tom would find me. I looked forward to it. The day would come when Rick was done with Liz. I could see the same sadness in her eyes that I felt at the end of my time with him. But we always had each other and, because of that, we would be alright. 

A bisexual crossdresser and a bisexual exhibitionist. 

A year ago I never would have imagined it and, without Rick, it never would have happened.