Bride Reversed

by Jimrossi

 

It should have been the happiest day of my life, my marriage to the most beautiful woman in the world. At least in my eyes anyway. The church all decked in flowers, her dress flowing as our vows were exchanged, the touch of lips as we confirmed our feelings with a kiss. Jolene my new wife, had feelings of dominance over all but never me. Those who worked for her, being rich a land owner and company director where we had met seemed too good to be true. Alas over time I would it would be so.

That night was special, as our bodies became one. Only at the end did I twig this would the time of change. Having accepted her job of being a house husband 'Housewife' as she called it, I was set to run the house, its benefits being an easy job, good independent money with possible forays of sexual acts with the lovely female maids and staff. Her mouth whispered into my ear after both of us had cum "Hope you enjoyed. Now we are one. Consummated. BUT THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME YOU EVER EXPERIENCE THAT". A comment made with evil overtones. A comment I did not yet understand, but would in time.

 

That next morning I awoke, ready for day one of my marriage. There was a problem. I could not move. My arms and legs were tied tautly to the bed. Not the bed in which we had made love the previous night, a but a single cot, its rough base coated in plastic with a base and bucket underneath. Only realising my predicament upon raising or attempting to raise my arms. My eyes saw my naked body, cold stiff as the open window brought a cool breeze onto my nude body. The walls with white clear nothingness, the ceiling mirrored, only did this mirror allow me to view my situation, on my legs sat pink ankle socks. My neck covered in pink collar. For two days I lay here, occasionally a masked lady would enter covering my eyes before placing a babies bottle in my mouth, jabbing a needle in my arm. This occurred three times, me still unknowing as to the drink drunk and needle contents. After each shot I felt more loose internally. Such Looseness caused my colon and bowels to release my refuse sliding down the plastic sheeting into the bucket below through the tube. The smell was horrendous for it amplified the smell many times over. My only relief a dab of perfume in the air, the bucket emptied and my lower parts talked and my anus enema for hygiene. How low I felt at my pathetic attempts caught by the woman. My screams only brought a gag to stop them coming out.

 

Two days more of this treatment did my wife enter, she advised I was too fat and had to lose weight- she would help with disastrous results. Now obese I Could never be described. Muscular physique with admittedly slight love handles but never at all fat. Her idea of fat differed greatly to mine. Placing a belt of electronic pulses around my waist down to my hips up to my chest, turning it on caused a mass of electricity around my midriff causing the muscles to vibrate. First placed as mid speed causing a yelp of shock from me, laughter left as she exited the room. For two hours the mid speed caused my body to sweat profusely, the plastic drenched, as the muscles subtracted to smaller waist by exhaustion. Later that day she returned giving the drink again with the needle following it. The speed of the belt increased, my body gradually getting used to the speed to still hurting yet hard gentle humming as exhaustion caused me to fall into deep sleep.

 

A new injection awoke me, now the belt was placed on regular speed, the belt tightened as the waist decreased rapidly. My waist now down to 26 inches in just a day of treatment, "The belt has done its initial phase\ but you are still too fat, a week of gradual vibration will make to its proper size. Place the leg cream on his legs, that will do the job" she advised to a maid in white coat. The job it did was remove all hair reducing my leg width to half its size. The same attached to my arms leaving me almost hairless. The belt decreased my waist and abdominal in half but its side effect causing the leakage through mass dhiarrea. Watery excretement dripping in the bucket proved too bad a smell to contain it in the bucket, so a new method would be brought in, regressing me back to childhood. Catching this flow of urine and shit was a disposable nappy with pink nappy cover, waterproof allowing no water to escape. The Nappy changed every day leaving me in ultimate discomfort as the combined waste brought a rash covering my lower body. But still my waist dropped in sizes.

 

A Week of the this treatment was made worse by a series subliminal messages viewed by television screen showing a woman demonstrating how to pleasure a man, educational tapes of women's menstrual problems and how to effectively aid them. Tapes in all way feminine from make up application, life style coupled with words of the same variety. However hard I tried to remove them, they stayed in my mind. Now with the daily injections I felt my nipples becoming more and more sensitive enlarging bigger. After a week of further belt and injections and a week of recuperation in complete darkness.

Her next stage was reduce my wilting penis to almost nothing, my hand was released for the brief period as I peed in to the nappy, my hand touching my penis once so proud now a nub of muscle. My other hand touching my chest of top heavy chest. My nipples so sensitive it raised my penis erect, well erect as possible. That would so be gone.

Six months passed with only brief moments of reality transposed into images of darkness supplemented by words pf period pain, make up, housework, images of me cleaning flooded my mind. Always in the mind was a smudgy image of a woman always being served by me. This I knew not but would soon find out. Many people inspected me, some drew on my face, body. The end result would be shown in six months. Over the six months I had many major operations, operations that would change my physical and mental past dramatically. The breasts enlarged, I only knew this by a heavier weight on my chest. My tiny waist supported for this weight. Six months later I was shown the result only halfway through albeit for a matter of minutes. As\she wheeled in the mirror I saw through the bandage on my face a pair of breasts, long sleek legs a tiny almost miniscule penis with tiny arms. No hair existed. Jolene saw my face of shock as I spoke words of "Oh My god, what have I done", even my voice was sweeter, higher, now I sounded like a dumb blonde. I was shock for moments for although the words left my mouth I did not recognise my own voice thinking it would be from some one else. Jolene now ushered the others away "Soon you will be ready" holding my penis "This will be no more. Oh and you can be a proper housewife and mother to our child. That's right our wedding night produced a a baby which in 3 months will come out" she continued "You will not know this as the next six months will bring greater changes to you and me. In this time you will forget everything you once were ready to live as my housewife. Enjoy".

 

For six months further operations, in the space of these operations I was taught to walk as a woman with a swing, punishment by a swift shock of electricity surge causing me to improve my efforts. As I walked to the toilet to pee out of my orifice, my walk exuded sexy temptress. I say orifice as the leakage came out but from what I did not know. The middle two months were hard , harder than before as I was laid on the table as major operations hot my face, lower body and throat. My cold head now sprouted hair growing swiftly, my memory only thought of the present, once masculine now empty.

The day of reckoning as the same hospital room would be left for the final time, they were finished. Jolene had had her our baby girl and the entered into her own major surgery. Standing on my own sleek waxed legs were the eye patches and bandages removed, my mind clear to my new shape. Standing as naked as possible, my small feet led to long legs reaching to exquisite hips and thighs. My waist was a size 6 to 8, going up the waxed arms tiny in comparison to my pervious strong set holding a pair of pert proud breast, nipples erect. Each bandage showed more and more. My jaw line broken then redesigned in curvaceous shape, a nose crafted by the best for me, eyes deep but penetrating, all the face barely resemble my own past face. Topping of this creation was flock of blonde hair tied in bunches. But the highlight was covered by towel soon revealed, my penis was gone replaced by vagina of the highest order. When I gasped the voice was even more sweeter and higher than before, now I looked like and sounded like a dumb blonde.

 

Swiftly I was dressed in nightdress, hands tied together behind my back as I was placed into a car driving into Jolene's home. There I was placed in far wing away from the staff, only five maids stayed with me. These maids did everything for me, cook clean, wash and dress me. Also their duties included education me in the rat of housekeeping and nannying. My mind due to the subliminal years training proved to show upon first shown I was able to do it better than the maids. With five beds in the room I slept with a different maid each night. The first time I was touched brought a shriek of fear, and excitement, "Scream all you like as no one can hear you" she said. She was true where we stayed no one heard or wanted to hear anything. Their fingers entering my vagina probing as their tongue licked downwards, their finger pummelling unmercilessly my anus bring cries of tears, their tongues circling my breasts as their mouths French kissed mine. Two months of hard training and nightly testing did I finally enter the maids life style in the home. With the Adams apple removed, no sign of manhood remained.

Two weeks into my service was I first approached by a visitor to pleasure him, Twas at dinner when dressed in maids dress cut low with matching stockings, suspender belt and shoes. The apron barely covering the top and hat standing proud. As\I served wine did he stop whilst near him, the wine spilt on his suit causing anger, "Don't worry Cyril" Jolene advised "Gwen here will be at your beck and call tonight to make up or it". At beck and call I was, he ordered me to stand beside him as he ate, his hands under my dress in my panties with greasy hand stroking my pussy, his thumb deeply embedded in my anus as he pushed it up. For the evening he wanted my spend the night with him. Jolene arranged a deal I would stay the night but no penetration as I was still young and tender. Cyril that ordered me to suck his knob, I first refused, so he beat me with his stick, then when down on the ground ripped the dress off leaving me in underwear which he stripped in an instant. Anger caused him to pull out his penis forcing it in my mouth. "Now do it girl" he threatened. I did as he ordered thinking it would be over. My mouth causing cum to enter, he pulled out as the cum landed over my face, hair interwoven and down my mouth. But he was not finished. Dragging by my locks of hair, he pushed me in the bath then proceeded to piss on me. As urine entered hair and body, I cried , again he wanted a blowjob, small sections of urine entered my mouth as the second lesser amount of cum deposited itself. With him exhausted and spent, he shouted at me to stay in the bath locking the bathroom door as I lay there covered and degraded .

That night hurt the most, the degradation only matched by the nightly depravity of the maids whom I shared a bed with. The chores increased in stature until I reached the level of maid to Jolene. Performing the duties for my wife was normal for I was now a different person but a part of my past remained and photo of me in grooms suit reminded me. I knew what had been done yet minutes later returned to normal ignorance.

 

Over the months I finally met my daughter, changing her nappy ironically as someone as did to mine. Now Jolene became interested, the wedding photo became of the part of the training, Jolene advised of the past and that again we would marry and that she herself had had major surgery that enabled to place a penis in her vagina allowing to change sex when she chose, she advised she had done this on several occasions fucking maids when frustrated. She advised she would be first to penetrate as an act of consummate our marriage. An engagement was made without my thoughts considered. Throughout the weeks arrangements were made, priests called to make it legal, I now legally had a new identity Gwen Hill, soon to her wife.

 

Four months I was taken to a dress shop where I tried on several dresses, ultimately she chose the dress. Anticipation grew throughout the days, until the eve of the wedding, at my hen night the maids created a mass orgy, I was tied to a post where they abused me sexually taking their chance to take advantage as when married to Jolene they would be under my thumb as head housekeeper. The day was special as I was waxed, scented, bathed, hair primped, make up prepared, Then came the clothes. First to be worn was a pair of black silk new panties, attached to the suspender belt were the borrowed suspender belt on top the blue garter belt. The multi petticoat dress exquisite placed over the head strapped up and the corset strapped. When the veil was placed over I entered the carriage taking me to the hall where she waited. As we said our vows and her mouth delved into mine we strode out , her as groom me bride. The reception prompted further , I would be put on display for all to see. As we walked to the centre of the room Jolene prompted two hired hands to life on a turning pedestal in the reception hall room, as she ate, drank I stood allowing all and sundry to paw the dress, inspect the underwear, kiss me. Any dance could not be refused for I danced all night, both men and women openly kissed me full fondling me, I was told it was the brides responsibility to please her guests, please them I sure did. Only at the end did I dance with Jolene who at the end removed parts of the dress parading them in drunken stupor to her guests as souvenirs. The dress veil went to a guest, each petticoat taken, the dress layers spread amongst many until only underwear remained. Even this was removed giving as gifts until naked I stood in the centre of the room as all clapped my successful duty to them.

Standing on the podium I returned naked as all stared at my body until they became bored. I was not allowed to cover up just bare all. The final act was for the groom to claim his prize - me. Jolene did placing a choker chain around my neck dragging to my hands and knees as we walked around the room in front of all in attendance. Up the stairs I crawled in front of all into the bridal suite, there Jolene tossed a minuscule baby doll nightie to me, barely covering my pussy. "Strip me wife" she ordered, under I trance I removed her jacket and pants hanging them on hanger, next came the shirt and tie showing bare breasts now reduced. Her boxers were brought down revealing a penis which instantly went in my mouth as I gave a blowjob she sat so her undergarments were removed by me. In a matter of minutes she came in my mouth, I swallowed all as she said. Then it was time for her to consummate the marriage, carrying my slight frame she slammed me to the bed, ripping the baby doll nightie aside she sucked the nipples like starved hungry savage, her hands clawing at the body, my hair ruffling by this crudeness "Open your legs" no foreplay just straight to it. This massive 10 inch penis entered me swiftly causing me to scream. This scream stopped by a large hard slap across the face as a warning. She pummelled me hard the forced me to lick her clean, I never came and was told I never would. The vagina was designed to frustrate me for life. "Now turn over its time to use that arsehole" turn over I did as with little lubricant she roughly entered me hard causing more pain and screams. "So you cannot take a lesson" she said "Well maybe this will stop you my dear wife" placing a dirty pair of panties in my mouth as she continued to pummel me.

Finally she was satisfied having cum many times, she explained to my gagged bruised body, I was hers and the ring proved that it would always be so. I could not agree. For the rest of the night I slept with my back to her as her penis stayed within my rear. The pain and humiliation beaten by the fact I knew I would never again be independent. She had taken away my masculinity and could do worse should she choose, that I did not want to meet.

  

  

  

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