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  Copyright December 17, 2012

  Edition 2 - May 2017

  By Barbara Deloto and Thomas Newgen

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  by Barbara Deloto and Thomas Newgen

  Hi, my name is Sam. I used to be an accountant, but now I just stay home with my wife, Lilith. She works from home now, since she started her business, whatever that is—she has strange hours sometimes. She’s been very successful though, and my salary became meager next to hers, so she thought it would be better for us if I stayed home and took care of things while she worked. It worked out pretty well at the start, and I guess, as it is now, it isn’t bad, but my life has been changed dramatically with what she’s made me do. This is my story.

  Success?

  “That’s it, Sam. See? Now doesn’t that feel better than wearing your jeans around the house? Besides, you look so much more professional that way.”

  “But honey, I feel silly dressed like this.”

  “You’ll get used to it. It fits you so much better. By the way, your skirt is lifted in front a little, as usual when you’re dressed this way, so I think you’re thinking it feels pretty sexy.”

  Lilith got up from behind her desk and came over to me. She kneeled in front of me and lifted my skirt. She pulled my panties down with her long manicured nails, touching my cock, teasing me. “Mmm, see how happy that cute little thing is?” She looked up at me while she stroked it with her soft silky thumb and forefinger, her other hand pulling on my globes. She took me between her painted lips while I watched my little cock get shiny and wet as her head bobbed up and down on it.

  The feeling of standing there in those high heels, silky stockings on my fully epilated, silky smooth body, garter belt, bra with 34D gel inserts that made cleavage revealed by my V-neck sweater, the feeling of the earrings dangling from my double pierced ear lobes, the smell of the perfume she scented me with, was all, incredible.

  Looking in the mirror on the wall, my reflection spoke not of a man having his cock sucked, but a beautiful woman being eaten. “Ungh, ungh, yeah Lilith, please, let me come today, please!”

  Lilith deftly brought me to the edge of coming, like she has all the times in all the days too numerous to count, actually for seventeen days now, since the last time she allowed me to come. Seventeen wonderful, yet torturous days, of her bringing me to the edge while dressed like this. No dressy, no sucky was what Lilith said. So of course, I dressed this way everyday. I was stubborn, didn’t get my ears pierced for a while, and that cost me a whole month without coming until I got them pierced.

  She took her lips off my cock and left it throbbing in the air while precum oozed from it. “Oh please, Lilith!?”

  After a wink and a pause, she pulled my panties back up and dropped my skirt. “Samantha, you know what you need to do to be able to come. You can be coming as often as you want if you would just obey me.”

  She stood in her power suit, dressed like she would when she used to go into the office. She flipped her long, black, shiny hair over her shoulder. I used to love fucking her when she came home from work dressed like that. We’d have dinner and drinks and then do it. It was good for me, but I could never make her come. I’d enjoy myself immensely, in the short time it took me, and she said she liked how it felt, but it wasn’t enough for her. So now, I don’t get to do that anymore. “But Lilith, why do I have to go out dressed like this in order to come?”

  “Samantha, you know why. You certainly can’t function like a real man so you need to function like a lady now, since that’s what you look like. Well, kind of a lady, but with a little sissy faggot cock.” She laughed. “Goodness knows you look incredible as a woman. Much better than you were as a sissy, nerdy man with your little sissy cock that would come as soon as it entered me.”

  I looked at my reflection in the mirror. She was right. I was feeling as if I never was a man anyway. I stared at myself. No one would know I had a cock. I ran my hand through my hair and smelled my perfume on my wrist. “Well, I really want to come. Where do I have to go with you?”

  “Just to the mall. I can buy us some new pretty things. Even though you won’t admit it, you know how you like wearing women’s clothing now, and how good it makes you feel regardless of what your stupid male ego inside of you says about it. If you go, you can pick out your own things−bras, panties, hosiery, shoes, skirts, and dresses. Wouldn’t you like that?”

  “Just the mall? Okay, I guess that’s worth it. When will I get to come if we go?”

  “Soon sweetie, soon. Now go upstairs, clean out your pooper in the shower like you always do, put in the next size butt plug and then put on that pretty sundress I got for you—the one with the real silky material.”

  Lilith looked at me and shut down her computer to get ready to go. “I’ll wear the blueish one and you can wear the reddish one. This will be such fun. Two girls going shopping.” She kissed my lips gently so as not to mess her lipstick.

  I went upstairs, showered and cleaned out my bottom. I lubed it up and put in what Lilith said would be the largest butt plug I’ll ever need to use, which I’d been using for a while now. She made me put it in for at least a few hours every day for some reason. I felt the plug as it caressed my insides while I walked to the bedroom. The first time she forced me to use one, I never thought they would feel so good, but it felt better than I ever imagined it would.

  I slid on a fresh pair of super sheer, silky, suntan stockings, that made my legs feel like they were in heaven, with a red satin garter belt to hold them up, and a red satin bra with my gel forms in it that made my cleavage. I slid on the silky red panties, sat down and put on the strappy red five-inch-high, spike-heeled shoes. I walked to the bathroom mirror, the butt plug rubbing me inside deliciously, and my aching cock rubbing against the panties.

  I brushed the bleached blonde, bimbo shag haircut Lilith made me get, and fluffed it upside down putting in some hairspray. Then I hung two sets of dangly gold earrings in each ear. I sprayed perfume in my hair and on my legs. I went back to the bedroom (walking w
ith the butt plug with heels on felt so good!) and put the perfume in my purse.

  I slid a red satin garter up one leg. I went into the bathroom and did my makeup putting on eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, foundation, blush and fresh lipstick. I had already shaved what little facial hair I had when I woke up, as Lilith had instructed me to do every day. She said I would get electrolysis soon.

  Back to the bedroom, feeling it all as I walked, I slipped into the silky, short, ruffled dress with the red flowers on it. My cock was so hard I was lucky that the dress had ruffles on it that hid it. It was sinfully short, but if I was careful when I sat down it would cover me okay.

  Lilith was in the bedroom now and dressed in her rose patterned dress like mine, but in blue, and she looked darn hot. “Lilith, you look amazing. So feminine and sexy.” I walked up to her and pressed my hard cock against her through our dresses. “Do you think I can fuck you now? Please? Please, and I promise we can still go shopping after. It will only take a few seconds.”

  “Oh sweetie, don’t even think about it. All you’ll do is get my motor running and shut it off. Maybe we can find me a yummy man to take care of me today and you can watch him and see how a real man does it?”

  “What? Watch you and another man?”

  “Well, either that or don’t watch, but I do need to be taken care of. You see how it feels to not come for so long. Imagine being me and being married to you for all these years with you sticking that baby gherkin in me.” She stood stoically, grimacing, hands on hips, waiting for my reaction.

  Ashamed, I looked down at my painted toenails peeking out in the sexy shoes I wore. I regretfully understood her completely, now that I hadn’t come in so long. I would be being selfish if I didn’t allow her to come somehow. But with a “yummy” man? I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle watching that, or even knowing she did that.

  My cock throbbed as I pictured it. Wow. My wife lying on her back moaning and coming on a big cock. My little cock slid it’s head against my panties as it throbbed and begged for release. I became all the more excited imagining her with a real man. As scary as the thought was, it was terribly exciting. I stared at my feet.

  My wife put her hand on my shoulder, shook me back to reality, smiled at me, and winked as if she knew what I was thinking. “See. You’ll love watching. Now get your purse and let’s head out.”

  Lilith drove since she always drove now. I’m not even sure where my keys to the cars are these days. She took the DB9 and I felt the sensualness of the leather seat against the back of my thighs. Lilith drove it like a man, hard and fast.

  She looked over at me with my leg crossed and bouncing, “Samantha, you can play with your clitty if you like until we get to the mall. You don’t have to worry about it showing with that dress. In fact, I think you should slip the panties under your little nuts and let them hold it all up. Why don’t you do that for me now? That will feel really good as you walk through the mall with your clitty against the silky dress.”

  I reached under the hem of my dress and felt my long fingernails as they scratched the skin of my shaved balls when I slid the silky material under my globes. It did feel nice that way. I put the hem of my dress back down and stroked my cock under the ruffles of the silky, stretchy fabric of the dress. I looked over at Lilith.

  She smiled happily. “That’s a good girl. Now don’t you come or you’ll be in big trouble, but you already know that, don’t you. Then you’d have to wait twice as long to come next time.”

  “Yes dear.” I heard myself say from my modified vocal chords that could never sound like a man. I remember not coming for forty-five days when she wanted me to get that surgery and I wouldn’t. How stupid it was of me to be stubborn like that. All I did was torture myself, and my new voice matched my body much better now.

  I think soon, Lilith might make me get breast implants. That will really be the end of me as a man. I sure don’t feel much like a man anymore. The way it’s going now though, I’m not sure it would matter, and the thought of always having my own boobs, not gel inserts, to sleep in and touch, well, that was rather exciting to think about.

  I wondered if they could make my nipples larger and then I could get them pierced. My mind went through the possibilities and strange wonderings as to what size I would get as I looked out the window. Before I knew it, Lilith took my hand off my lap where it was sliding against my cock. “We’re here sweetie.”

  We bought all sorts of pretty things at the mall. Shoes, lingerie, dresses, skirts, stockings and garters, earrings, and bracelets. With the money my wife was making now, we sure didn’t have to worry about spending too much.

  As we were getting into the car leaving the mall, Lilith came up with an idea. “Honey, let’s get something to eat while we’re out okay? Then you won’t have to cook tonight. Let’s give you a break.” She leaned over to me in the passenger seat and kissed me on my painted lips. “Okay?”

  “I did as you asked so when do I get to come?”

  “Oh sweetie, soon. Go ahead and play with it while I drive.”

  Yeah, play with it. I sure couldn’t do that very much. After seventeen days of coming to the edge but not coming, after all day today walking around the mall buying clothes that were now exciting to me, with my clitty rubbing against the silky dress, the butt plug caressing my male g-spot, after listening to Lilith talk about each hot guy that went by and how good his cock would feel inside her, or how she’d like to play with it, or how the bulge in his pants was bigger than mine was, even when it was hard, and... Well...I could hardly touch it or I might come any second, and then be stuck waiting forever for another chance.

  My little, aching, hard cock, left wet little trails on the underside of the skirt that I could feel when we sat down. I ran my hand gently over the tip as we drove and it made me shudder imperceptibly. I couldn’t stop doing it though. I needed to come soon. It was torture!

  We drove another half an hour farther away from home. I wasn’t sure where we were going. Lilith finally pulled into a private bar. The sign said, “Lady’s night tonight.” Great.

  “I think this will do. Let’s go in and get something to eat.”

  “It’s a private club.”

  “That’s okay sweetie. They’ll let us in.”

  I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the DB9 onto a gravel parking lot. My heels tried to find good footing, but we both had to walk on the balls of our feet in order to get to the door without getting our heels stuck in the gravel.

  When we reached the door, there was a huge bouncer holding it for us and gawking at us checking us out. “Hello ladies! Glad to see you could make Lady’s Night. We need to get more ladies like yourselves here because there are always too many guys.” He held the door for us and I felt his eyes on my ass as I walked past him, our heels clicking in time on the cement floor.

  “Lilith, let’s go, did you here what he said? This place will be crawling with guys soon. They’ll be all over us. They might find out about me and beat me up.”

  “Oh Samantha, stop or I’ll never let that thing squirt again.” Lilith took a seat at the corner of the bar—the first seats you see as you walk in. I sat on the high barstool and smoothed my dress under me as I sat, but I could still feel the cool of the stool on my bare thighs. This dress was a little too short for this neighborhood. I sprayed fresh perfume on my legs and hair. It smelled like heaven and made me feel pretty and sexy.

  We no sooner were seated and three guys came in laughing and joking. They got quiet when they approached. They were all tall. Much taller than me. I was five-foot-nine in my four-inch heels and Lilith was five-foot-eight in hers. I was sure they were all over six foot two or three.

  Lilith jabbed me with her elbow in my ribs gently and whispered in my ear. “The one with the blond hair and the black shirt has a nice bulge showing as he walks, don’t you think? How would you like to see him fuck me baby? Or any one of them? Or all of them?”

  “Uh, I, uh...”

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sp; The one she talked about seemed to be leading the group and stood before us. Lilith rotated her seat around and revealed her thighs as she slid the dress up higher while crossing her legs. The clasps of her garter belt on her stocking tops showed their blue bows. She leaned forward to show her cleavage better as she flipped her shiny, black hair back over her shoulder.

  He moved closer. She held her long red fingernailed hand out, but kept it close to her body so he would have to come close. He took her little hand in his huge one and she slid her leg against his. “Lilith is my name and this hot little lady is Samantha.”

  She turned me on the rotating stool to face him and she slid my dress up a bit higher, showing my stocking tops. “Don’t you think she’s hot? We’re looking to celebrate tonight.”

  I tried to cover myself with my dress again. My face flushed. My heart raced.

  His eyes were wide open as were his friends. One of them handed shots from the bar to each of them and placed a shot in front of each of us. “Celebration, yeah, that’s what we do everyday. Life is a celebration, isn’t it? Wasn’t that some kinda song?” He tilted the shot-glass back and poured it into his mouth. He made a face, grimaced and growled, and then showed his white, wide smile.

  He shook his head shaking his black curly hair that went down to his shoulders. “Mmm, good stuff. I put one for each of you on the bar by you if you’d like to join us. You can call me Joe.” His blue eyes looked into me like they knew my secret.

  Lilith now had her hand on the crotch of the blond one, the first one that came in, and he was huge. His cock was hard under his silky, shiny pants and it was the size of a hairspray can! She kissed him deeply as he leaned down. He cupped her breast and squeezed it through her dress. I couldn’t believe my wife was acting this way in front of me, but my cock throbbed under my dress telling me how hot it was to see.

  I felt Joe’s hand run up and down my thigh. “And you are a pretty thing. Are you two related?” He reached for my shot and handed it to me. I held it between my forefinger and thumb with my pinky out. My long pink nails looked hot. I smiled nervously and went straight for the shot. This guy wanted me. Now what? I had to act like it was normal.