Do I Want To Leave My Wife?
Keywords: Leave, I, Want, To, My, Wife?, Do,
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"Sweety, you'll have to handwash them later. They got all messy with your nasty precum."
Then I felt her turning and we obviously drove a bumpy road for quite some time with her all the while massaging my cock. She expertly slowed down when it started to twitch. I could only moan into my gag.
"Hmmm, you are so excited. Soon I'll take care of your cock, but first let's get to my place."
And true to her word we soon arrived. She got out of the car, came to my side and took me out. My pants fell to my ankles. I could only shuffle.
"Slowly now, sissy, you look so cute in your black stockings and my red panties. Let me take your cock out. Oh yes, that looks even better with your hard cock sticking out like that."
We obviously had been in a garage because I never felt cold air before we entered the house.
There she me had step out of my shoes and pants. "With only your stockings it looks awfull. You need heels honey."
She dropped me on a couch and I heard her leaving. "Don't go away, the fun is about to begin." As soon as she was gone I struggled with my bonds but - fat chance - how was I going to rip apart handcuffs? Soon I heard the click-click of her heels again and I sat still.
"Sorry for leaving you all alone. Hope you didn't get bored honey."
I felt her lifting my foot and she cramped my feet into a pair of high heels which were obviously too tight.
"Hmm, well they are tight but you have to endure that for now." The second high heel was soon on my other foot. She got me up, massaging once again my still engorged cock.
"You love this, don't you? I was gone for several minutes and your cock still points north like any good compass needle. I give you my word, there'll be quite a few surprises for you still."
We walked around, my feet started quickly to hurt in those too tight heels. "I see you manage well, it's obviously not the first time in heels. You didn't lie about being a housewife I guess. You are a natural."
Then she unbuckled my ballgag and instinctively I mumbled a "thank you". She smiled with her sparkling big, black almond sized eyes. "You are welcome sissy. Hmmm, maybe the next time you should add Mistress. Wouldn't you like to do me this little favor." I shook my head.
She simply laughed at me. "What will your wife say when I phone her and tell her you have become my little sissy, parading in front of me just in stockings, panties and high heels?"
My face turned hot. "You wouldn't? You..., you would." I hung my head. "Yes, you would Mistress." I heard her laughter again. "You are one clever sissy and believe me I will make your dream cum true tonight. First of all we need to get rid of your beard. Which real proud sissy has ever had a beard? I'll teach you the sissy dress code."
We moved into the bathroom where she sat me on a stool, took off my blindfold and took out an electric lady shaver. "Honey, that's all I have. Never thought about having a manly girl in here."
She proceeded to trim my beard as short as she could and then shaved it off. "Hmmm, soo smooth girl. That's nice, isn't it?" When I didn't speak she slapped my face hard. "I didn't hear you. This will be the first and the last time you ungrateful bitch."
"I am sorry, I am sorry Mistress. Thank you for making my face as smooth as a girls."
"That's much better sissy. You are learning. Very good." She took out her makeup case and did my face expertly. When I looked up into the mirror I saw my face had completely changed. It looked really feminine. I blushed. That's how I always wanted to look like. I couldn't believe it. I saw it, I saw it right there. I had a girls face. I laughed with happiness. "My wife never lied to me."
Sylvia looked surprised. "What do you mean?" I turned to her. "Once we were talking Mistress. She told me with a little bit help I'd make a good looking woman. She told the truth, but never wanted me to look good at all." I looked once again in the mirror and tears started to well up. "Thank you so much. Thank you for taking me here and showing me who I really am." I knew I would have hugged her if my hands wouldn't have been cuffed.
She smiled at me, saying "you aren't ready yet". I saw her taking out tweezers. "No, please Mistress. You can't do that to me." She simply held my face . "Look, we can do it the easy way and you sit still, or I can beat the shit out of you and I do it anyway. What will it be?"
I looked at her and sat still. She smiled and started to plug my eyebrows. "Ouch", I cried out. "Hahaha, you are a real sissy. Maybe I should gag you again?" I shook my head. "I'll be quiet Mistress." Without anything further mentioned I saw in the mirrow how my eyebrows got thinner and thinner until they had become fine arches.
"I like my girl with thin arches. Hmm, lovely."
Then she held my face in her hand. "You are the girl of Mistress Sylvia, aren't you?"
I didn't know what to say but I knew it wouldn't be good to say no. So I nodded my head. "Yes Mistress, I am your girl."
"Tell me. You love being a girl, don't you?" Once again I nodded my head. Yes Mistress, I love being a girl."
"So I have no doubt about that you want to leave your wife because she doesn't want to let you be a girl, right?"
Was she trying to trick me? How could I possibly say yes to this question. Yes, I wanted to be a girl but did I really want to leave my wife? It seemed I couldn't have it all at the same time. So I nodded but said "I didn't know". She laughed outloud. "Oh my, you need to decide. It's now or never." What harm could it be if I said yes? I was in her her hands and if I didn't do as she said, it could turn out to be a nightmare, so far it went better than I expected in the beginning of my kidnapping. I nodded again.
"Yes, I want to leave her because I want to be a girl."
She slapped my face hard. "You forgot something, slave." With stinging cheeks and bright red face from embarrassment I managed to mumble a "Yes Mistress". My reward was her patting my head. "Good girl. Since this question is out of the way, I'll send your wife a copy of our little conversation plus a few pics of you in this getup. I bet that'll be the end of your relation and the wonderful start of your new status as my slave."
I tried to protest but she had already foreseen that and immediately shoved the ballgag back into my mouth and secured it tightly behind my head. She turned around, picked up a digital camera and started to take pictures of me from every angle. My mind was racing. Was this the end? Did I really want to end my marriage like that? I struggled hard against my bonds. 'No, I didn't want this', I thought. I didn't want to be somebodys slave, but it was too late.
Sylvia took my wallet, flipped through it and found my e-mail address including my password which I always carried around with me because I had such a bad memory. She smiled devilishly at me. "This is easier than I thought, but first things first." She picked up her cell phone and started to dial my number.
"Hello", I heard the voice of my wife. Then Sylvia started the recording. I heard my wife gasping because she immediately recognised my voice. She heard me saying that I was Mistress Sylvias girl and that I liked to be a girl and that I wanted to leave her because she didn't let me be one.
When the recording finished, Mistress Sylvia spoke calmly into the phone. "You've heard your husband. He will not come back, but will become my slave girl instead. I will completely feminise him and when I am through there'll be no manly trace left. As further evidence I will send you pictures of him dressed up in lingery and sporting a nice red ballgag because he simply loves bondage games. Don't bother trying to find him. He is mine now."
She switched off the phone and said. "Don't you walk away. I just send the pics to your ex-wife and then the fun really begins." Her evil laughter still echoed in my ears even after she had left the room. What would happen to me once she came back? I tried to cry out in frustration and anger, I struggled once again hard against my bonds to no avail. Exhausted I sat still, sweat was dripping from my forehead. Yes, I had all those fantasies about being a girl but it was just fantasies. Oh my God, I heard the click, click, click of her heels.
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Keywords: Leave, I, Want, To, My, Wife?, Do,