A Story of Feminisation
Husband Becomes Helen's Submissive Sex-Slave!
My name is Philip. I am married to a beautiful woman called Helen, and a few days ago... I did something very stupid!
My wife, her mother, her beautician, my P.A. from work, and any of their friends, (in fact, anyone that they choose,) are now completely in control of my life. They are my Mistresses, and I am fully subservient to their every desire. In fact, I am now nothing more than their sex-slave!
Recently, whilst I thought that my wife was visiting her mother, and would not be back all weekend, I decided to indulge myself.
I resolved to use the time to pamper myself, and to pander to my secret fantasy. As soon as she'd left the house, I stripped naked... I showered, and then depilated almost all of the hair on my body below the neck, leaving only a tiny amount around my pubis. I took out my secret stash of women's clothing, separating the various items, and I lay them on the bed.
I sorted out what it was that I wanted to wear, and without pause, I began to dress. I could hardly contain my excitement... it was not often that I had the opportunity to become my 'alter-ego,' and I relished the thought of becoming a woman for the rest of the weekend!
I have been a 'closet' transvestite for many years now, but I had never found the courage to reveal this fact to my wife... I believed that she would be less than understanding, and that it might even threaten to destroy our relationship. I was not prepared to risk a divorce over it!
Little did I realise how severe, and how life-changing a reaction, I was to incite...
I began by putting on my lace-topped, fishnet hold-up stockings. I followed this with a bra, filling it with some silicon 'falsies' that I had bought a few months back... and gluing them to my chest with the adhesive which had come with them at the time of purchase.
I pulled on a pair of 'Sex-Cache' knickers, especially made to hold my cock between my legs, thus hiding my manhood, so that there would be no bulge through my clothing. I decided to wear a waist-clincher... a corset that I'd bought, which could reduce my waist to a very feminine twenty-four inches!
With my undergarments on, I chose to wear a leather mini-dress, which only came down about three inches below my panties... and that showed off the lacy tops of my stockings. I chose some ankle-boots to wear on my feet... they were the highest heels that I owned, and at six-inches in height... I would need to concentrate whilst I walked, so as not to topple over!
I sat at my wife's make-up table, and began to transform my facial features. I thinned my eyebrows, plucking them just enough that I could return to my male persona with minimal explanation.
The foundation came next. I applied it quite thickly over my face and my neck, so as to cover any stubble that might grow during my 'dressed' phase. I lined my eyes with Kohl pencil, and used super-lengthening mascara on my lashes. I delicately applied colour to my lids, added some blusher to my cheeks, and then went to work on my lips. I outlined them with a dark lip pencil, and then chose a scarlet red for my lips. I covered the lot with an 'extreme-shine' lip-gloss, highlighting the lusciousness of my now very visible mouth.
I decided to go the whole hog, and I attached long false nails to my fingers... I did so using very strong glue, knowing that I had at least two days before I'd have to remove them. Once they were attached, I varnished them, using a high gloss red that matched my lips. From my collection of wigs, I chose a shiny, straight haired wig in pure black. It was long, and it came down as far as my lower back. I enjoyed this, as I could swish it around as I walked. In the mirror, I was pleased to see a very sexy looking woman in the reflection!
I was sure that any men who laid their eyes on me, would think that I was a 'dirty bitch,' and would want to try getting into my knickers!
I went downstairs, and decided that I would have a quick nap before deciding what my plans would be for the day. I lay down on the couch, and I closed my eyes, deciding that I would wake up in an hour or so... Something disturbed my sleep, and I slowly drew awake.
As I awakened, I opened my eyes, and gently lowered my feet to the floor. I hadn't bothered to remove my boots, and so when I stood, I wobbled slightly as I found my footing. Although everything was silent, I 'felt' a presence behind me. Slowly, and with some trepidation, I turned around and faced the entrance to the room. Standing there, framed in the doorway, I saw the outline of three women.
My blood went cold! As my eyes adjusted to the light, and the shapes in doorway became clearer. I realised who it was that I was seeing. Standing there, as still as statues, shocked by what they were seeing, were three women... My wife, Helen... her mother, Susan... and my P.A. from work, Karen!
I was stunned, afraid and humiliated. I had been caught, in a most embarrassing situation... I was standing before them, crossdressed in fully feminine attire... including my sexy undergarments, my high heels... and a wig! I was fully made up, too... not only facially, but also including the long, varnished false nails that I had applied to my fingers... and the silicon breast pads that realistically filled the cups of the bra that I was wearing!
"How long have you been standing there? What are you doing home? I thought you weren't coming back here until Monday night, after your visit to your mother's." I stammered out, not knowing what to say.
"Obviously!" Helen replied.
"What's Karen doing here? I almost understand that you could return with your mother in tow... but how come Karen's here too?" I blurted out, blushing profusely.
"Oh... We were just lucky, I suppose! She came to deliver an important document to you, so that you could sign it tonight... and so that she could get it in the last post."
I blushed once again, glancing briefly in Karen's direction. I hadn't noticed Susan reaching into her bag, and taking out her mobile phone, until a bright flash appeared from her hand. I realised that she had switched her phone to 'camera' mode... and now had photographic evidence of what I was wearing, and of the way that I currently looked... evidence of me, fully 'feminised!'
I tried to move behind the sofa, so that I could kneel behind it, and hide from her camera... but before I could do so, my wife sternly said:
"Don't you dare try and hide! Stay exactly where you are. I want you in plain sight, so that we can take more photos of you! You chose to dress like this... so you will live with the consequences!"
I froze in place, unsure of how I should react. Helen had always enjoyed having something over me. She liked being in control, and being able to force me into doing things that I wouldn't normally want to do.
Having the upper hand was a power play for her... and it was just the way she liked our relationship to be! Until now though, the things she'd made me do were of no real consequence... cleaning the house, and fashion shopping with her... things like that. Now though, she had me over a barrel!
All three women now held their camera phones in their hands, and I saw them all taking pictures of me in my predicament!
"We can all see that you prefer being dressed as a woman... no, as a tart, and a slut... so, if you two ladies agree with me... I think that you should remain in feminine clothing for the rest of the weekend... the whole of next week... taking a week's holiday from work... and next weekend too!" Helen said, looking at her mother and at my P.A. for their support. The three women agreed at once, grinning broadly to one another... and my fate was sealed!
"You can't do this to me. You can't make me do it against my wishes. What if I say no? You can't force me to keep these clothes on! I live here, and all of my own 'male' clothing is here... it's in my room!"
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