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The Marriage Counselor pt 5
It was time to step up our training of my beautiful new slave and girlfriend’s irritating husband. We had forced him to live full time in chastity for weeks with tiny breaks out of it so that he could clean himself of course, under strict supervision so that he didn’t play with himself. He still wore fancy suits to work, complete with expensive oxfords and fancy ties, but underneath we made him wear lingerie picked out on a shopping trip we had taken together. We forced him to keep his body naired and clean shaven so that the silky stockings we made him live in looked nice and sexy against his rather feminine legs and the effect of the lingerie wasn’t ruined on a sad masculine hairy body. I had started him on corset training and his ass was almost always kept plugged. Today we had a surprise waiting for him as soon as he had returned home from work! We stripped immediately and had him put his work clothes away neatly for the following morning. We then both dressed him in a lovely satin maid dress that had arrived that day, ordered to his measurements that we could lock about his neck so that removing it was absolutely impossible. Imprisoned in all of that lovely, sexy, restrictive satin! We pulled lovely ruffled satin panties over his clean shaven girlie ass and we had fastened him into a tight matching satin bra with falsies filling out the silken cups for now. Patent Mary Janes with beginner heels were buckled about his feet. As soon as he could competently walk in them we would order him a new pair with higher heels. We pinned a wig on top of his head; a lovely feminine thing in a beautiful shade of auburn red with ringlets that hung about his face that we applied makeup to. Full drag makeovers can be time consuming, so we applied the basics this evening. Black liner and shadow to enlarge his eyes and lovely bright red lipstick to paint a larger, more feminine mouth on his sad little face. Tonight I was going to train him to be a proper maid. He would serve both of us and we would make notes of areas for improvement. If there were leftovers he would eat them from a bowl at our feet washed down with both of our golden piss from another bowl. Afterward when both bowls had been licked clean to our satisfaction he would do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Afterwards he would be required to present himself to us, head bowed, hands by his side, feet together while we read to him the list of things we felt needed improvement. I had developed a scoring system, and punishment was to be meted out with the cane. We would bend him over the back of a kitchen chair and tie him in place, his wife’s panties that I had soaked by fingering her were stuffed in his mouth to silence the screaming. We had neighbors after all!
(To be contd.)
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The Marriage Counselor pt. 6
It was quite nice coming home to our captive French maid every day.
He had gone from having a macho construction job with macho friends and behaving like a completely inconsiderate caveman when he and his wife came to see me, to our full-time live-in sissy-maid, locked in chastity, his ass plugged for hours on end, caged at night. His wife was so much happier too! Part of this of course was because I was fucking her.
Her poor husband hadn’t gotten to be intimate with her in months! His only relief was when we milked him every few weeks or so.
His wife and I had so much fun with this!
We would bend him over the back of a kitchen chair tying his ankles to the back legs. His wrists I’d tie to the top of the front legs. His satin panties would be slid down past his hairless ass cheeks and I’d unlock his oozing cock.
His beautiful wife would walk around in front of him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back. She would produce in her other hand a gay man’s pornomag! Forcing him to look at whatever strapping muscular Adonis had taken her fancy she would say things to him like “picture him standing in front of you holding your face in his hands. He’s going to make you gag on his cock until he shoots his hot salty load down your throat” while I fingered his prostate until he came hard into the cup I was holding. I’d wipe him off then lock him back up, then we would force him to swallow his cum, telling him to imagine that it belonged to the muscular man in the magazine. Oh how miserable it all was for him! There were always genuine tears!
We had also caught him sniffing soiled panties on more than one occasion. There were definitely tears those times too! We took turns caning him severely for it.
Sometimes he just seemed to become withdrawn and distant and cleaning became sloppy. Or he’d cook for us and omit ingredients. When we ate he’d wait on our leftovers from a bowl at our feet. When he messed up on the recipe we would still get our leftovers, but we’d pee in it and mix it around.
A permanent solution was needed. He made a very cute maid, but perhaps something more permanent was in order.
We had decided to turn him into our feminized slave, irreversibly and permanently!
(To be contd.)
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