It began simple enough with my wife and I marrying and moving out to an old farm house we purchased that sat on one end of almost 100 acres of woods, streams and fields. After several years of good sex we found that there was a spark that just wasn’t there. We began experimenting in all sorts of areas and eventually found that what really seemed to add spark and would lead to incredible sex sessions was having my wife play the dominant roll while I played the submissive.
After working with this for some months, my wife began to add what she deemed as more and more demeaning aspects to our roll-play, namely looking to feminize me. It eventually turned into our weekend activities where I would play the sissy husband who would wait on his mistress hand-and-foot all weekend long with sex playing a large part throughout the 2 days. Sex in this case, however, was me orally serving her to repeated orgasms. My only relief would come at night when Iwas allowed to save myself on her belly or chest and then lick her clean. If I was a very good submissive then I was allowed sex with her at the end of the weekend as long as I thoroughly cleaned her cunt with my tongue when we were finished.
Our “play” would start with a letter of instructions which I was not to read until I was ready to head home for the weekend. Most times the instructions would direct me to park behind the house and strip naked in the car. I was then to go into the garage and use the shower we had installed out there to ensure I was hairless from the neck down. I would then sit down at the vanity and apply very loud nail poison to my fingers and toes and apply a matching lip stick along with very gaudy eye make-up. I was then instructed to wear whatever clothes were laid-out for me in the garage. Most often it would be a very sexy garter belt and stockings along with a frilly red or bright pink baby-doll nighty and some form of spiked heels. I would then walk to the back door where I was to knock on the door, knee down and await my mistress allowing me to enter the house.
While this may not sound like very much, we never keep the heat in the garage above 60. So when we got into the cold months and my wife would keep be waiting outside for about 10-15 minutes it would get very cold.
Before entering the house I would have to beg my mistress to allow me the pleasure of licking her ass and cunt as a sign of my adoration for her. Upon entering the house she would immediately insert a dildoe up my ass which was then nearly strapped in place. The weekend would then unfold with me performing all of the household chores dressed as instructed or totally naked except for nail poison and make-up, but always with a dildoe up my ass and sometimes with a dildoe gag in my mouth. When it was time to shop, I was allowed to remove the make0up and wear masculine outer clotheses. I had to keep the mail poison and sexy lingerie on beneath my clothes. When we were done shopping and headed home my wife would eventually direct me to strip back down to my garter and bra and feign like I was sleeping. More often then not she would take a round about way home so we wound up on the interstate for a time. This would ensure at least several truckers honking their horns as she slowly crept past them with me fully exposed.
As I said the day would end with me spending anywhere from 30 minutes to sometimes almost 2 hours licking her cunt and ass emerging her to repeated orgasms. When she was fully satisfied she would instruct me to climb on top of her with my knees on either side and proceed to jerk myself off while she continuously ridiculed me for my size and inability to properly satisfy her. When I would finally shoot my load all over her tits and belly she would then push my face down into the pool of cum and instruct meto completely clean her up. When I was finished with that task I inserted a butt plug for the night and was told to go downstairs and lay down in an oversized dog’s bed right next to our retriever max.
This was the beginning of an ever increasing spiral that has brought me to where I am today. But that’s for future stories.
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