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PansyArnold had been under his wife Randi’s thumb right from the start. Whilethey were dating and then after they wed, she had led him around by thenose, using the lure of her voluptuous body and the power of hermanipulative mind to control him. There had been some sex but she alwaysgot him overexcited, so that he would ejaculate before he got into her orimmediately after entering. Then she tricked him into making a bet withher. When she said that women could go longer without penetrative sexthan men, he took the bait. Arnold suggested a wager in which whoevergave in first and asked for real sex would be the loser. She actedreluctant but accepted. The stakes were that the winner could dictatehow the other served them in bed. He saw it as an opportunity to finallytake control of their sex life.But Randi was smart and sly. She began wearing the most seductiveoutfits she could find. When he was behind her she would find someexcuse to bend over, showing off her wide ass. If he was in front of hershe would lean forward to display her impressive cleavage. Soon he wasfalling apart. All he could think about was getting some relief from hisunmet needs. She would simply smile and say, “Are you asking me for sex,darling? Do you want to put your dick inside me and feel how soft andwarm and wet I am? Hmmm?” That, as she had calculated, made him evenmore horny.Eventually he tried to negotiate a compromise. She acted disinterestedat first, letting him get so distracted that he wasn’t thinking straight.Then she said, “Well, I’ll consider meeting you in the middle if youagree to try something special.” It turned out to be a chastity tube.He was beyond desperate and said, “Whatever you want. I’ll put it on ifthat’ll get you to reconsider.” Once she had the device locked over hispenis he wanted to discuss their situation. She pointed out that she hadonly said she would ‘consider’ some sort of settlement. When he saidthat she should remove the tube, she noted that they hadn’t set a timelimit on making him wear it.The yearning husband cracked after two weeks in the device. His wifedecided that he could begin pleasing her in bed by using his mouth on herpussy. Arnold had never done that before, hadn’t wanted to. But shereminded him that a bet was a bet and he had to pay for losing. With herinstructing him he was soon satisfying her several times a week, whilehis own desires were still unfulfilled. He finally got onto his knees,hands clutched in front of him, and begged for release from the tube.She told him that she would be happy to do that, but only if he agreed tofurther terms. With tears forming in his supplicating eyes, he askedwhat else he had to do for her. Randi smiled and told him that shewanted to play dress-up with him. Feeling defeated, and imagining thatshe just wanted to put him into funny boxer shorts or maybe a butler’svest and bow tie, he promised to wear whatever she said.To his shocked surprise, she produced several pairs of panties and toldhim to pick which one he wanted to put on. With no other way to go, hereluctantly chose the purple ones, which seemed slightly less femininethan the yellow or pink. Once he had them on and his wife had enjoyed ahearty laugh at his expense, he requested that she finally free hispenis. She stuck out her lower lip and said, “Awww, do I have to? Imean, the bet is still in effect. And I didn’t say WHEN I would pop yourcage. So how about if you do something nice for my girl parts with yourmouth. After that I might… maybe… be ready to set your little dickfree. He sighed heavily and told her, “Yes, dear.” Before they got intobed she took a camisole top with spaghetti straps from the top of herdresser and held it out to him, daring Arnold with her expression torefuse it. His shoulders sagged and he lowered his eyes, which made himlook even more defeated. She said, “Go on, Arnie. Put on your prettynew cami. Let’s see how that sexy red looks with those colorfulpanties.”He slipped it over his head and let it fall into place. She made himhold its hem between his thumbs and forefingers, and even take a cutecurtsey. Next he had to do a slow-motion twirl. At last she lay back onthe bed, atop the covers. She was wearing a sleeveless top and shortskirt. Her husband had to get onto the foot of the bed, reach under thattiny skirt, and work her panties down over her full thighs. She smiledat him, at how girlish he appeared, and at how deeply he had fallen underher power. She suggested, “Instead of lifting my skirt, why don’t youslip your head under it. I think that would look cute, don’t you? Withyour head under there, kind of bobbing up and down as you eat my pussy?” In a muted voice he said, “Yes, Randi.” She told him, “Then get to it,Arnie. Or should I call you… Annie?” She chuckled. He blushed.The shamed man wriggled forward on his belly and gingerly raised thefront of her skirt, getting his head under it and letting it drop. Hestill hadn’t developed a taste for pussy (so to speak) but because it washis main form of sexual contact, he did respond to it, becoming wildlyaroused. Of course, he couldn’t get an erection inside that little tube,so the pleasure of being aroused was tempered by the discomfort of havinghis dick trapped and squeezed that way. He lapped her dutifully whileshe shifted her hips from side to side, kneaded her heavy breasts, andmoaned, contentedly at first and then with mounting pleasure. She madehim slow down, speed up, and than slack off again, prolonging her fun toits limits. At last she soared up to a loud wet orgasm, after which hehad to gently lick her through an unhurried descent. She lay there, herbreathing returning eventually to normal, and then suggested, “Why don’tyou look in the bottom of my closet, Annie? There’s something there toput on your little feet.”Unhappily he rose and opened the closet door. On the floor inside were apair of slippers covered in white faux fur, with open toes and two inchheels. He was so humbled by then that she didn’t even have to order himto put them on. He simply did it. Randi said, “Walk around a bit. Getused to them. Let’s see how they shape your legs. Oh, so pretty. Besure to use feminine body language when you’re wearing nice things likethose. And you’ll have to start shaving your legs. And your crotch.And underarms. And chest. In other words, everywhere. I know you havehardly any body izmir escort hair to begin with but, if we’re going to play dress-up — and we are — I want you looking the part. Right?” He muttered, “Yes,darling.” She sounded displeased when she said, “That’s not the attitudeI want to hear. You need to appreciate all the effort I’m putting intothe new you. Now let’s hear it again… but happier.” His male egoshriveled up inside as he put on a cheerful face, clapped his handslightly, and said, “Thank you, Randi. I’m glad you’re doing so much tohelp me with my… new look.” “Much better,” she congratulated. “Don’tyou dare go back to being a Dour Dora. Or a Sour Suzie.””Now what else can I do for you? What do YOU think?” she mused, puttingthe tip of one finger under her chin. He thought desperately, trying tofigure out what she wanted to hear. Arnold just wanted to stay on hergood side and get this over with. He would be happy when he could getout of those awful feminine things he was wearing. Randi suddenlybrightened and said, “I know. We can’t play dress-up without puttingsome yummy make-up on you. Not too much. I don’t want you to be able topass for a girl. I prefer you being my pansy husband, who never pestersme for sex but is always ready to snack on my pussy. And who speaks in asoft voice. And uses his best ladylike body language. Right?” Strickenby the idea of all that, he nevertheless responded, “Yes, dearest. Iwant whatever you want.” What he really wanted was to be let out of thattube, but this appeared to be the path he had to follow to gain release. She turned to her dresser top fussed with the selection of cosmeticsgathered at one end of it.After a moment she settled on clear lip gloss with just a hint of pink init, tweezers to thin his eyebrows, and a pale blue eye shadow for hisupper lids. Randi made him take a few tentative steps in those slippersand sit on her scroll-backed chair while she worked quickly andefficiently to transform her husband into her… what? Gal pal? Lesbianlove slave? Sissy serving girl? Probably a combination of the three.It was wonderful how well he had responded to all her manipulations and,especially, to that chastity toy. Nothing is better for bending a man toa woman’s will than locking up his masculine pride and joy, even if it’srather small like Arnold’s. When she was done she made him turn his headand examine himself in the mirror. He gasped at the sight of himselflooking both familiar and different. His eyebrows were subtly reshaped,his lips reflected the light, and his eyes had a seductive bedroom look. It was so unmanly, especially with that cami top on. He pouted until shequickly reminded him to maintain his happy face.Arnold forced another smile, glanced at her, and said, “Thank you, Randi.I… like this so much. It’s… a good look for me.” She said, “Well,if you like it so much, let’s just keep you that way. And maybe weshould postpone letting you out of that chastity. I mean, wouldn’t it besilly, for you to have such a lovely look and then all of a sudden yoursilly little dick pops up? No, this is better. I’ll just keep youlocked up a while longer.” He opened his mouth to say something but justthen her fingers went to the front of his camisole and teased his nipplesthrough it, making him pant and, at the same time, forget about gettingout of that tube. The stimulation made his dick strain against theinside of the chastity, but it was futile. His sexual temperature keptrising, his small balls drew up tight, but all to no avail. Shecontinued her fingering until he was dizzy with frustrated need. Onlythen did she take his hand and say, “Ups-a-daisy. Let’s get back tolearning to walk in those charming slippers.” He got to his feet andtook several experimental steps. Soon he was able to move without thethreat of falling, though he had to take small cautious steps. Sheadvised him to maintain that gait, placing one foot in front of theother. Her tone suggested that she didn’t expect any disagreement.Just like that she had him looking, moving and speaking like a properpansy. He hated it but what could he do? The way she had eroded hisconfidence, outsmarted him, and gotten him to accept chastity — thoseall worked against him. For the next week, any time he wasn’t at work,she continued his training. With all the hair below his shaped eyebrowsgone, his soft body all pink and smooth, he had to mince about, armsloose at his sides, hips displaying a slight swish, chin up and glossylips the tiniest bit puckered. Randi loved every second of it. With thetube on, he was constantly horny from what she was putting him through.And he was frequently serving her with his now-expert and willing mouth,his balls aching as he gave her one climax after another. At last hedared to remind her that she had said she would free him from chastity.She was ready for that. Randi removed it, made him sit on a hard woodenchair while wearing a cami top and open-crotch panties, along withelastic-top stockings and a new pair of heeled slippers.His hands went hesitantly toward is small but hard penis. Sounding likea correcting Aunt, she wagged her finger and told him, “No, no, Annie. Isaid I would take it off. What I didn’t say was that you could play withyour funny little dicky.” Before he could recover from that news, shemoved closer and straddled his thighs. Randi stood there, peering downat him with total confidence. She was wearing a snug, long-sleeved topand skin-tight slacks. The contrast between their clothing, how wellcovered she was, and how exposed she had left him, made him feelespecially meek. His wife lowered herself until she was sitting on histhighs, her impressive bust touching his thinly covered chest, her widebottom pressing down warmly against his bare upper legs. He was inflamedwith fresh passion. Up came her hands and her nimble fingers went towork on his nipples, toying with them through the thin material of thattop. He moaned with suppressed yearning and involuntarily thrush hisnarrow chest forward, wanting more even though it was elevating hisfrustration to maddening levels. In no hurry, she casually teased him,rolling her buttocks from side to side, purring seductively, and puttingher lips an inch from his to deliver several air kisses.From the split front of his panties, Arnold’s unimpressive dickprotruded. Randi slid forward, using her izmir escort bayan soft mound to press against it.She whispered into his ear, “Does that feel nice, Annie? Do you want meto keep doing it?” He caught his breath and said, “It feels wonderful.But you have to let me finish. Please.” “I do? Was that part of ouragreement?” “Well… no, but I thought…” “You thought being out ofyour prick prison meant that you would get to finish? I don’t know whyyou would imagine such a thing. Foolish girl. What it really means isthat I’m going to tease you mercilessly, until your balls are like acouple of overripe g****s, and they hurt all the time. And then do youknow what I’m going to do, little pansy?” He managed to say, soundingshaky and unsure, “No.” She explained, “And then I’m going to tease youeven more. On and on and on. Until you’re ready to cry. Maybe untilyou really do cry.” “B… but that’s not fair.” She snickered and said,”Fair, schmair. You got yourself into this and now I’m pulling yourstrings. If you want a chance to avoid ending up with the world’s worstset of blue balls, there’s one thing you can do.” “W… w… what?”She allowed him to fret for a few minutes while she ran her hands overhim and even took his wrists to place his palms on the fronts of herhefty boobs. At last she revealed, “The one way you can get relief fromall this teasing and the stiffy it’s giving you…” She gave his nipplesgentle tweaks. “… is to have me put you back into your chastity.””Ah… all right. If you w… wan… want to.” “Oh no,” she saidmerrily, “it’s only if YOU want me to, Annie. Either you ask for it, orI keep up this teasing until you have some kind of a breakdown, prettygirl.” He moaned and told her, “O… kay. Please, put it back on me.””I can do that. But I don’t want you fussing about putting it on andtaking it off and back and forth. So we need to agree on how long youstay locked before I even think about letting your dick see the light ofday again. How long would be long enough? Three days? A week?” “Not awhole week.” “Okay. Ten days? Two weeks?” “N… no. I meant LESSthan a week.” “You said ‘not a whole week’, so I moved on to the nextnumber of days. I was increasing it each time, so you knew it would getlonger. Right?” He was so confused and distracted. She put her handson the backs of his and made him rub her breasts. He felt her nipplesstiffen. They were so hard. Then she replaced his hands back at hissides, and blew lightly into his face, letting him inhale her sweetbreath.”So,” she went on, “maybe three weeks?” “I can’t… you sh…shouldn’t…” With a smile she advanced to, “One month?” He squirmedunder her. His lips moved but he couldn’t speak. She happily concluded,”All right, you win. Six weeks before we even mention letting you outagain. You must really enjoy having your mini-meat locked up. But sinceyou gave me such a hard time, and because I’m being nice enough to giveyou what you really want, I think there should be something else in thisfor me. So how about if…” She pretended to think about it. “… if Ikeep teasing you for the entire time? Sound good? Then let’s do it.Back you go into that chastity tube that you love so much, and I’llcontinue to keep you plenty juiced up, your dicky trying to get hard,even though it won’t be able to. We’ll both have such a good time.”Knowing that he had been outmaneuvered — again — and that anything elsehe said to try to fix the situation would only make it worse for him,Arnold simply said, “Yes, dear. Thank you, Randi.” She got up,retrieved the chastity, and invited him to stand. He did but he wasstill stiff. She made him go to the kitchen, with her following to besure he didn’t try to sneak in an ejaculation, and he had to get an icepack from the freezer. She held it while Arnold was permitted to givehimself a few strokes, which naturally brought him back to a peak ofcraving.Only then did she have him hold the freezer pack against his privates toreduce them to other smallest dimensions. She made a few jokes about howtiny his parts had become before she placed the chastity back on him andgleefully locked it. Then she stepped back, put her hands on her sexyhips, and stood there letting him think about how much worse hispredicament had become. His lower lip trembled, which she foundcharming. It made him appear extra girly. Then she smirked, steppedclose to him, and stroked the side of his face, saying, “Poor Annie girl.Always getting herself into some kind of trouble. Let’s go back to thebedroom and play a game.” He said, his voice small and wispy, “Yes,darling. Whatever you want.” She led the way, with him desperate totouch that wide, swinging backside that was in front of him, so close butnow inaccessible unless she granted him permission to touch it.Once they were in the bedroom she selected a tube of lipstick, opened it,and showed him that it was a bright shade of red, which she informed himwas called Candy Apple. He thought she was going to apply it to hismouth but instead she put it onto herself. Seeing his unspoken questionshe explained, “No, I still want to keep you looking only halfway like agirl, Annie. The pansy look. This is for the kissing game we’re goingto play.” She made him stand in front of her while she lightly rubbedhis shoulders, ran her fingers over his upper arms, and tickled his neck.He was getting aroused all over again and, with that chastity tube re-locked, it wasn’t comfortable. She brought her face close to his andplaced a firm kiss on his cheek, pulled away, and then did the same onthe other side of his face. Randi turned him toward the dresser mirrorand he saw two vivid sets of lips prints decorating his face. Combinedwith what he was wearing and the hint of cosmetics, it made him appearblatantly not masculine. He blushed, which only added to the unwantedeffect.His wife chuckled and then placed another kiss on his forehead, makingsure her full bust touched him. He shifted restlessly from slipper shodfoot to foot, unsettled by the innocent yet intimate contact. Randifreshened her lipstick and planted the next several kisses on his neck,chin, and the top of his chest. He was quivering from pent up need. Hislibido was in hyper-drive but not able to take him anywhere. His bridetold him, “Lift up the front of that pretty camisole, Annie. Nice andhigh.” He brought it to a level where escort izmir he was just able to peek over it. She lowered her face and placed a kiss on the hairless center of hischest and then a lingering one on each nipple, sending him through theceiling. She stepped back and told Arnold to lower the garment. Hecould smell her lipstick on his face and body.”Now that you’re in the mood,” she declared, “let’s hit the sheets andyou can eat my pussy until I have some wild climaxes. At least one of uswill get to finish tonight. You have to wait… how long did you agreeto?” He lowered his eyes and, once more using his Annie voice, conceded,”It was six weeks, Randi.” “Really? You’re sure?” “Yes, dearest.””You really are quite the pervert, Annie, wanting to be kept locked uplike that. But who am I to judge? Now let’s get busy. In fact, beforeyou start on my twat, you can pay some attention to my ass. Just pretendit’s another pussy and get your tongue working on it. Okay?” She askedit as if he had a choice. As completely snared as he was, he tactfullyreplied, “Yes, Randi. Whatever you say.” She made a mental note to gethim stuttering again. It was so amusing to make him lose control of notonly his appearance and sex life, but even his ability to speak. She hadhim kneel and peel down her slacks, but she kept the top on so he wouldstill be less dressed than her. She loved playing mind games with herpansy husband.So he served her, back and then front, while his confined penis continuedto strain against its chastity. His moans of desperation got her hot, asdid having her butt worshipped by his mouth. And already she wasplanning more outfits for him, ones that would shame him to no end.Visions of him in panties and tube tops, a thong and stockings and achoker, or maybe a floppy pink beret, bow tie on an elastic band, and aspangled vest, engaged her racing imagination as he lapped away at her.She smiled contentedly and vowed never to let him escape her clutches.Soon she was rushing toward the first of what would be a trio of loudsatisfying orgasms. By the time he was finally done she was alreadyformulating new mischief. After her last finish she rolled onto her sideand told him to wedge his face between her bum cheeks and keep it there.Once he got his features buried in the humid earthy cleft of her sitter,she reached over to the bedside table and got her cell phone. Randi hitthe pre-set number of one of her girlfriends. While Arnold listenedhelplessly, totally cowed by the spot she had put him in, his noseagainst her nether pucker, she asked her pal for the number of a golfingclub she played at. “Yeah,” Randi said, after she had entered the numberin her cell’s address book. “I want to take some lessons. I’ll get acute golf outfit with a form-fitting top and short-shorts. Then I’llhave one of those handsome young instructors give me lessons. Do theyreally stand behind you and reach around, to position your hands on theclub? They do? Well, I can’t wait to see what that’ll lead to.”It was two weeks after that when Randi came home on Saturday afternoonwith a hunky guy in white slacks and a blue sports shirt. Her golf pro. She called for Arnold to come and meet him. The harried husband waswearing a sleeveless peach top, brief apricot shorts, banana yellow anklesocks, and pomegranate slip-ons. He looked like a fruit salad. Randisaid, “Carl, this is my husband Arnie, but he prefers to be called Annie.The poor dear’s been going through some gender identity issues. Annie,say hello to my new friend.” In a high breathy voice Arnold said,”Hello, Carl.” The tall man just said, “Right,” while giving him askeptical look. Randi put both hands on Carl’s hard bicep and rubbed itsuggestively, saying, “I don’t guess you’d want arms like this, Annie.Would you?” Licking his glossy lips, Arnold had to say, “No, sweetie.No th… thank y… y… you.” Ah, there was that endearing stutter.Randi told Carl, “It hasn’t been easy for me since my spouse beganexploring his pansy side. I’ve really missed certain perks of marriage.”She pressed herself against the athletic man and said, “Speaking ofwhich, would you like to see my bedroom?” He grinned at her and said hewould. Then he threw a harsh look of warning at Arnold, who cowered andbroke eye contact.The pansy husband stayed where he was while they vanished into thebedroom. It had been so demeaning to be seen in that outfit. He heardthe unmistakable sounds of foreplay and then vigorous sex, with Randigiving her new lover endless compliments and saying what a dud Arnold hadalways been in the sack. It went on for nearly and hour before shecalled for her spouse. The girlishly dressed man went to the door andsaid shyly, “Yes, dear?” She ordered him to bring them two wine glassesand a bottle of white that had been chilling in the fridge, so they could’celebrate’. When Arnold, now more shamed than ever because he had beenso openly cuckolded, stepped gingerly into the room, he was greeted bythe sight of his nude wife snuggled against the equally clothes-freestud. The sheets were pushed down to the foot of the bed. Carl’s cock,larger even now that it was soft than Arnold’s was hard, rested on hisfirm hairy thigh. Randi reached down absently and gave it a squeeze.Arnold swallowed with difficulty and struggled to open the wine. It wasjust a screw-off cap, but Carl had to remove it for him. Arnold pouredwith a trembling hand and watched while the pair clinked glasses andtoasted to, as Carl said arrogantly, ‘many repeat performances’. Theydrank and then Randi got up onto one elbow to kiss him warmly, prolongingit while their tongues met and then entered each others’ mouths. Arnoldcould only stand there in his humiliating outfit and sniffle, the bottleclutched to his bright feminine top. His wife smiled wickedly at him andsaid, not in a mean way but making it clear she was serious, “Get used toit, Annie girl. There will be lots more showy outfits for you to wear,plenty of serving my pussy with your mouth, and definitely as much ofwhat you just had to listen to as Carl wants to give me. He’s thecomplete opposite of you. And now that I have him, I’ve thought aboutwhen I might feel like letting your tiny dick out for some exercise, andI’ve decided to add another — oh, I don’t know — how about six weeksadditional to your time under lock and key? That’ll make it almost aquarter of a year. And after that I’ll think about it again.” Sherubbed the side of her face against Carl’s sculpted chest and looked backat Arnold while she warned the cuckold, “But you shouldn’t get your hopesup, pansy Annie.”

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