It All Started... Ch. 02
Keywords: All, Started..., 02, It, Ch.,
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When we got home, Dina told me to take a shower, get dressed again, in clean women's underwear and wig. "Go wash the cum off yourself, for Christ's sake. You won't need makeup, just tits, hair, bra and garter with stockings. No panties, I want your clit hanging out so I can see it while I talk to you."
I returned to the living room, where she had a drink and a joint she'd gotten from Cheri, I supposed. "Sit here, next to me. I want to ask you a lot of questions, and then I'm going to decide what to do about you, your little hobby, and what it means to our marriage." She said, patting the couch. "How long have you been wearing women's clothes, and how much stuff do you have? Don't even try to lie to me, while you were in the shower, I went up and got your box down for you. I guess you don't need to hide it anymore. I admitted that I had 2 more boxes and a suitcase, stashed in the back corner of the attic, that the box she'd found was just the everyday stuff.
"Go up and get it all down. I want to see it all. Maybe get a feel for your taste in clothes, and see if we need to get you anything else for a few certain looks I have in mind for you." She lit the joint and passed it to me. After a few drags, she nudged me and said, "C'mon, get going, Trixie. Let's see your entire little secret. Then we'll... I'll make a plan for your new career, or occupation, or whatever."
I went up to the cold attic, dragged the rest of my women's wear out, and carried it to the dining table. Dina opened a box, to find several dresses, skirts, sweaters, blouses, shoes, boots, and a few more wigs. Another was full of girdles, corsets, purses, costume jewelry, sex toys of all shapes and sizes, a light tan overcoat, gloves, and videotapes. The tapes had only my cryptic markings on them, and she asked me to explain what was on them. Still very embarrassed, but thrilled too, I said, "It's probably just better to see them. I really can't explain."
She grabbed one, and put it in the machine. The big 35-inch screen lit up with me on my back. I was on our bed, my stocking clad legs spread wide in the air. A crude machine I'd made from an old sewing machine motor had a shaft with a rubber cock on the end, and it was pistoning in and out of my ass. I had another rubber cock in my mouth, and my hands clamped tightly on my oversized tits, moaning with my mouth full as I took a slow steady fucking from my imaginary lover. Dina watched, rapt, she seemed to have forgotten she had a drink in her hand. Her nipples were very hard, and she was breathing deeply and slowly. I alternated my gaze between peeking at her reaction to the video, the screen, and the floor in shame. I was getting hard. I'd actually forgotten I'd made this tape. It had been a few years ago, and the machine had broken down the second time I'd used it, so I'd tossed it out rather than maybe have to explain such a contraption if anyone ever saw it.
"This is unbelievable. You'll go to all the trouble of getting this stuff, hiding it and yourself from the world, but you can't get a real job?" She was somewhere between angry and incredulous. "Well, let's sit down, talk this out, and figure out what to do with you." She grabbed a medium-sized tapered butt plug from my toy box, told me to lube it up and stick it in my ass, and returned to the couch.
When I sat next to her on the towel she'd laid down, she cupped my tit with one hand, and took my growing cock in the other. "What's wrong with our sex life, Tony, other than I don't have a cock for you to suck? I thought I was giving you all you need. Sucking your cock, wearing sexy outfits for you. How was I supposed to know you wanted to wear the sexy lingerie instead? The thing that pisses me off is that you couldn't tell me about it. Obviously you've been doing this for a long time. You DO make a very hot woman, but I thought I'd married a man."
Before I could get in an explanation, she added, "Do you expect I'll become some sort of 'lesbian' for you? That I'll get turned on seeing you in lacy garters and tits bigger than mine? Forget about that. I've always liked men. Hell, I even liked you. I work hard all day, make five times what you ever have, and when I come home, I liked the idea that maybe we'd have dinner, sex now and then, and a small, boring social life like everyone else. The money thing never bothered me, but I'm having a hard time seeing that you've spent all this clever effort on something so bizarre."
I mumbled, "I guess I knew that someday, someone would find out, but it's just a part of me I can't give up. Cross-dressing isn't the sick, perverted thing you're making it out to be. There are thousands of us, just in the US. I could show you some websites. Most are horrible looking, but there really are a lot of 'girls' who take it seriously and look very classy. There are help sites, chat rooms, it's really a big thing out there. I've always wished I could participate, or at least peek out of the closet a bit. But I've been too afraid to do anything outside the house until Kim ordered me to and made tonight easy for me."
"Well, you're right about one thing. You're not giving it up. I don't believe you want to or even could. I think I could use a maid though, someone to take over my share of the chores around here. And I've decided I'd like to see some of those weird toys used. On you, of course. Having sex with you isn't something I really want to think about right now, but I'll make you a deal: You do all the cooking, car repairs, and yard work, anyway. Add on laundry, shopping, cleaning, and all of the social detail shit-work I used to do. Like birthday gifts, wedding RSVPs, bills, and holiday decorating. We'll see how you do for a month. You can skip going back to work; it doesn't pay anything, anyway. You'll get to keep your women's wardrobe, wear anything you like as long as everything gets done. Oh, and no more men's clothing for you, except for yard work or car repairs. Can't have the neighbors knowing about you, yet. "You can grocery shop and run errands in drag. You look great dressed up, but you have to work on your voice. Kim and I will help you with the rest of the little mannerisms, gestures, and posture; stuff like that. A crash course in how to be a woman should be good for you. The alternative is you move out, right now. What do you say; is it a deal?"
What else could I do? I agreed to her terms. It would get my secret off my chest, and keep a roof over my head. And, I could wear a bra and anything else I chose for my daily chores. Not a bad deal, all in all. My life wasn't going anywhere, except being married to a well-off woman I'd taken for granted. What was I really giving up? So I agreed.
Dina looked me over, squeezed my tit, and said, "Good. I knew you would, after watching you in that orgy tonight. Don't get me wrong; you're definitely not forgiven. The sight of my husband with a cock in his mouth AND ass was a shock. But I see a way for me to have some fun here, and if you do as you're told, I'll bet you'll enjoy it, too. At the least, some parts of it. I'm sure I haven't thought of all the possibilities of this thing: So go along with your new rules and we'll see what happens."
I waited patiently, and she finally said,
"One. You will always have a bra and breasts. Bigger is better. I want you to get backaches from carrying around huge tits, so toss out anything smaller than d-cups.
Two. You will do your hair, makeup, and clothes in a tasteful manner unless I tell you otherwise.
Three. No masturbating, no sex with me, or others unless I give you permission. When you do come, it will be when I allow it for good work on your part.
Four. You'll call me miss, mistress, or miss Dina. Any argument on ANYTHING I tell you to do will mean that I have to show your tape collection to anyone I see fit. I'll figure something out for minor punishments. And if I have to discipline you, you'll accept that and learn from it. If you want to be feminine, you'll get it.
Five. I will have sex with anyone and when and where I choose. We're still legally married, but the romance ended for me a couple of hours ago. You will have sex with anyone I choose, whenever I choose, and whatever I choose.
Are you willing to do this to keep your tits, your half of the house, your car, and your reputation, such as it is?"
I just nodded, squirming my hips on the plug in my ass. It looked like there might be a fun way out of the jam Kim had helped me into. I wasn't too happy with her idea of sex with other guys, but I WAS the one who'd cheated on her. Dina snapped me out of my musing. "Speak up! Tell me you agree to my terms, and you'll do your best to serve me!"
"I'm sorry, mistress, I agree, and I'll do my best to serve you."
She smiled, and gave me my first order as her maid. "Good. Now leave your bra on, leave the plug in your ass, and go draw me a bath. Then stay the hell out of my sight, go to sleep, and be up before I am tomorrow, so you can have breakfast ready when I get up. I expect to see you looking pretty and ready for a big Saturday. You sleep on the couch until we figure something out. Maybe Sunday, you can clean out the spare room and move all your shit in there. One of these days, I'm sure I'll get a man I want to share my bed with, and we'll need some privacy. Unless he wants you to watch him, fucking me. Good night, Trixie."
She relit the joint, still watching me get fucked on the TV, and I went to draw her bath and get out of her way. Still not sure I was going to like this, but having little choice, I waited for her to move to the tub, and later, lay on the couch, watching another tape of myself stripping for the camera as I finally fell asleep.
Saturday
I woke with a full bladder about 7am, and got up from the couch to go to the bathroom. I quickly remembered the tapered plug stuck in my ass, but walked to relieve myself. I slowly awakened, looked down at my water balloon filled bra and smiled, remembering what had happened in the past 12 hours.
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Keywords: All, Started..., 02, It, Ch.,