Further

by Jennifer White

 

After ten years of marriage to my wife Sharon, things weren't going so well. We were growing further and further apart, and it was getting frustrating. We weren't on the same page anymore for most things, and we seemed to constantly be bickering.

So I'd hang out with the guys, and go out drinking whenever I could. She'd go out with her girlfriends. I'd get home, and she was already asleep. No sex for me that night! Or I'd come home, she'd complain that I stunk of beer, and she wasn't going to lie down for me.

So I was all but cut off in bed. And when we did try, now that I was growing older, I started to fail sometimes. I'd get it up, but not hard enough to penetrate her. Plus, she was getting older, and she wasn't as wet as she used to be. She she'd get frustrated, and we'd argue some more. I probably should have gone out and got a prescription for Viagra or something, but I didn't want to admit that I needed a pill to get it up. So that idea was out.

 

"You don't love me anymore" said Sharon. "You don't think I'm attractive."

"No, that's not true!" I protested.

"Or are you seeing someone else now? And you don't have any energy left for me in bed?"

"No!"

"That's it, isn't it? You're seeing someone else."

I folded my arms. What was I going to say to *that*?

"You don't communicate!" she said. "You never do!"

 

And so started another argument. Sadly, this was typical for us now.

 

* * *

 

A few weeks after this fight, Sharon did something I hadn't seen her do before. She said she was going out with the girls, but she wore a really sexy dress, and high heels. She was all made up like she was going to a big dinner or a wedding. I thought it was strange.

Then the next weekend, she said she needed to work all weekend on a big project. That was also unusual. And so was the way that she was going out 'with the girls' four nights a week now. And she often dressed up in her most provocative outfits.

 

As this kept up for weeks, I was afraid that there was only one conclusion: she was having an affair on me! She was doing to me what she had accused me of! Well, you can imagine how upset this made me feel. I might be having arguments with her, but she was still my wife! And I didn't want to see her out with some other guy. She was mine! I was really angry.

One day, I decided that I would catch her in the act. As she was getting dressed up all fancy (on a Wednesday night for crying out loud), I told her I was going over to Andy's house to watch the game. I got into my car, drove around the block, and found a dark place to park, under a tree. I could see a clear view of our house.

I watched as Sharon walked out the door, and got into her car. As she started it up, I pulled out, with my headlights off. I kept back about half a block, tailing her as she drove a few miles away. When she pulled up into a driveway, I pulled over to the curb. I watched her walk up and knock on the door. A man answered it, and I could see him put his arm around her!

I was enraged. This guy couldn't have my wife! She was mine. I had my camera with me. I was going to catch her in the act, and then she would be so sorry! After making sure the camera was loaded and ready to go, I stormed out of the car, and up the street to the house she had gone into. I knocked on the door, and stood to the side so they couldn't see me.

"Who is it?" said a man's voice.

"Pizza delivery" I said, saying the first thing I could blurt out.

I had the camera ready. As soon as he opened the door, I would storm in. The door opened a crack. I put my shoulder down into it, and ran inside. The first thing I saw was the woman who had opened the door. But beyond her was my worst fears confirmed.

There, naked on the couch was my wife making love to another man!!! Her legs were spread wide apart, as she did the splits. Each of her feet were touching one of the couch's arms, while she was right smack dab in the middle. He was standing there, his pants down around his ankles, his shirt still on. He was inside her, rocking back and forth to pump her.

Sharon was moaning, her head thrown back in pleasure, and she didn't see me. I didn't know whether to shoot a photo, or smack the guy something good for doing it with *my* wife! It might have been smarter to take the photo for evidence, but I was to enraged.

"What the *$*@ is going on here!!!?" I demanded loudly.

 

I should have known that something was wrong at that point, because nobody reacted they way you would have expected. I guess I was too stunned, and didn't see it coming.

First of all, the guy who was pumping Sharon didn't even flinch when I yelled out. He just kept going at it, as if nothing was wrong! As for Sharon herself, she didn't flinch either. She looked at me, but she *smiled*. It was very disconcerting. She should have looked surprised. She should have looked stunned. But she just smiled, as if all she could feel was pleasure.

As I gaped at her, I heard the door lock behind me. Suddenly, the camera was yanked from my hand. I turned to grab it back from the woman, and that was when I noticed: she wasn't really a woman! It was a guy dressed up like a chick! My stomach turned. That was just plain sick. I took a step away from *it*.

 

"Leave my wife alone!" I yelled at the guy who was still pumping her. "And you get the h*ll away from me, you pervert!" I yelled at the man in the dress.

Nobody moved. So I had to take action. I took a step towards the couch, so I could pull the guy off of my wife, the way you pulled a dog away from someone's leg he is humping. But when I stepped forward, a powerful hand grabbed my by the wrist, and pulled me back.

It was the guy in the dress. He might be dressed up like a chick, but he was strong like a man. Stronger than me perhaps. I felt my stomach turn, to be touched by such a monstrosity. It was so sick and wrong! I wanted to puke.

"Get off my wife!!!" I yelled out one more time.

 

"They don't take orders from you" said Sharon calmly. "They obey only *me*."

"What are you doing?" I said, feeling almost hysterical. "What is all this?"

"I've been learning how to dominate and control men" she replied. "These two are completely in my power now, and they do whatever I ask of them. They live to serve me now."

Sharon put up a hand, and the man who was having sex with her stopped. She pointed, and he backed up a few steps.

"Turn" she said.

He turned to face me. My face went white. It was my friend Andy!

"Andy! That's my wife! How could you do this to me?!!!!!"

 

"Don't blame him" said Sharon. "It isn't his fault. I made him do it. He has no control over it. To him, obeying me is like breathing. It is just something you have to do. You don't think about it: it just happens. Now that he is mine, he can't make a decision like that for himself."

Andy kept standing there, facing me. He still had his pants down at this legs. How could he let me see him all aroused like that?

"Andy" said Sharon, "Make yourself come."

And just like that, he started stroking himself in front of me.

"What has she done to you?" I yelled. "You're like a zombie! Stop that?"

But he didn't even seem to hear me. He really was out of his mind. I couldn't believe she could be controlling him like that! It was total control of him. I was shocked to say the least! And I was puzzled. How could she have done this to him? *What* had she done to him? And what did the guy in a dress have to do with all of this?

 

"And who is your *girl*friend here?" I asked Sharon.

"His name used to be Tom. But now I own him too. I altered his mind, and now he thinks he's a woman. He wants to be my maid. He likes to dress up in a skimpy maid's uniform, and do work around the house. Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" he replied enthusiastically.

"Get ahold of yourself man!" I said. "How can you let her do this to you? She's got you dressing like a chick!"

"I *am* a chick" he replied, striking a pose and giggling.

 

I was sick down to the pit of my stomach. Now I turned to Sharon, shaking my head.

"Why have you done this?" I asked.

"I've been practicing" she said.

"What for?"

"For *you*" she said, pointing a finger at me.

 

I felt a real sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't going to let her turn me into a zombie like Andy, or let her make me into a sicko like the other guy.

 

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. It was the guy in the dress. I could feel that he was hard, and he was rubbing up against my rear, which really made me want to puke! I struggled to get away, but he was too strong. I looked up terrified, as Andy walked towards me. In his hand, he was holding a syringe that was pointing up. He was tapping it to get the air bubbles out.

"Andy, old buddy!" I said. "Don't do this! It's me! Mike! Come on old pal, put that down!"

 

But my pleading was useless; he kept walking towards me. I felt the needle go into my arm, and I started to slump to the floor. The last thing I heard was the guy in the dress, who was asking Sharon if he could kiss me now. Sharon was laughing, as everything turned numb and blank....

 

* * *

 

I woke up with a splitting headache. I turned to see where I was. My room at home. But I couldn't move. I was tied up. And naked.

"You won't remember what I just did to you" said Sharon calmly, "but you will find yourself quite docile now. And quite under my control."

 

I could remember going into the house and discovering what Sharon was doing with the two guys. I could remember the awful feeling of losing consciousness, as the guy in the dress wanted to kiss me, and Andy was injecting me with something.

But that was it. How long I had been out was a mystery. And how I had arrived home. What sort of terrible things Sharon had done to me was also a giant blank. I hurt all over, but mostly my head ached. I looked up to see her loosening the ropes that held me in place. My wrists and ankles really hurt where the ropes had me tied up. Whatever happened, I must have struggled against it with all my might.

I didn't feel docile. I felt really angry at her! As soon as I got up, I'd smack her, and get out of there! This was all messed up. I'd file for divorce, and be rid of Sharon forever. I grimaced as I sat up. I really hurt.

 

"You'll notice" she said, "that while you were out, all of your body hair was removed. Now you've got smooth soft skin, like a *girl*."

I almost jumped as I noticed how my chest and my legs were smooth now. No hair in sight! That made me feel sick to my stomach too. All right, I had to get out of here. Now. I stood up, but I realized I was still naked. I looked around for something to put on.

"You want to dress up, don't you?" said Sharon.

I nodded my head in agreement. Of course I did. I needed to get out of there.

"Very good" she said. "I'll dress you up now. You can start with these."

 

In her hand, she was holding a pair of white lacy panties. The last thing I wanted to wear!

"Put them on" she said in a firm tone of voice.

My hand went out, and took them from her! Inside, I was screaming "No!!!!", but on the outside I was expressionless. I was putting them on myself, even though I terrified me! No! She was putting me into panties, and I wasn't fighting her! Help me!!!! No!!!!!!!

 

 

"Don't the feel good? Don't you just love to wear them?" said Sharon.

"Yes!!!" I responded enthusiastically. As much as I didn't want to admit it, they *did* feel absolutely wonderful to wear! It was thrilling in fact. I felt a rush of pleasure knowing that I was wearing panties. It terrified me that something I despised this much could make me feel so good! What had she done to me?

 

"And now for your bra. Put this on dear" said Sharon.

My hand reached out again, against my wishes, and took the bra from her. Now I was putting it on with expert ease, as if it was something I did all the time! The feeling of it wrapping tight around me, constraining me, stretching to match my form... it all felt so wonderful! The pleasure center of my brain was going wild, as if I had just taken a wonderful addicting drug. I felt heavenly! I closed my eyes as the pleasure rolled over me and through me.

I felt the straps over my shoulders now, and they felt so *right*. I was reeling inside. How could it feel good to wear a bra? No!!!! Stop feeling that! Don't make me like it!!! What has she done to me! I like wearing a bra! I...

 

I looked up to see her holding out two silicon breast forms. Shaped like perfect female breasts. The cups of my bra hung sadly empty, waiting for something to shape and support. Sharon handed the fake boobs to me, and didn't even have to tell me to put them in. Immediately, I was stuffing them into my bra.

I could feel their weight. Now my bra poked out in front, the cups now covering the two large mounds on my chest. It felt so good. It felt so right. It gave me unbelievable pleasure. It was like I never wanted to go around without my boobs again. My boobs. They were mine. On my chest. They were.... no!!! Don't even think like that! I didn't want boobs! I wanted to see them on a chick, but *I* didn't want them! How could they be making me feel so good? They made me feel like a girl! I was so inadequate because my chest was flat. Not like Sharon, with her wonderful breasts. I wanted to be like her. She was my hero, my idol, my everything. Maybe if I served her well, she'd allow me to feel like a girl, so I could be more like her...

No!!!! Get those thoughts out of my head! I was almost crying now. Sharon had somehow twisted my mind, and now I was powerless to even do what *I* wanted. I was realizing just how much I had become *hers* to do with as she pleased.

Now she handed me a frilly black garter belt, the kind that wrapped around almost like a skirt. I put it on, powerless to stop myself. She handed me dark nylons, and I put them on. Each article of clothing gave me a thrill beyond belief, and I was unable to stop myself from the enjoyment. Each item of women's clothing made me feel more and more feminine. And more and more Sharon's slave.

 

Next, she had me put on a short poofy petticoat, which stuck out around me like the things that ballerinas wear, except that it was a lot wider at the bottom than at the top. I was dressed now from head to toe in women's lingerie, and I felt wonderful. Better than a high from any drug. And I was quickly becoming addicted.

 

Now she handed me what I thought was a long black shirt. But as I took it from her, I realized it was a short dress. A French maid dress, with a deep v-neck. I put it on excitedly. It was just barely long enough to cover the petticoat I was wearing. In fact, if I were to bend over, you'd get a good look at my petticoat, as well as my panties. I was barely covered!

I took the short frilly white apron she handed me, and reached behind to tie it on. I felt so wonderful in my new outfit! I glowed all over with pleasure. Now she gave me high heel shoes to wear! She gave me a wig. And then jewelry. Earrings which I put into the holes in my earlobes, a necklace, bracelets and a couple of rings.

"Hold out your hand" she said.

I did, and she slipped off my wedding ring. In it's place, she put on a diamond solitaire, along with a second plain band.

"Now everybody will look at you, and know that you are a married woman. You are married to *me*. From now on, *you* will be the wife. You will cook. You will clean. You will do the garden. You will be the woman of the family from now on. You are my wife now, Wendy. You are my woman."

"Wendy?"

"Yes Wendy. You are Wendy now. There is no Mike. There never was a Mike. The name you respond to is Wendy. Do you understand me, Wendy?"

"Yes!" I replied enthusiastically.

"And is your name?
'I am Wendy!" I said.

"And who are you Wendy?"

"I'm your wife. I'm your woman."

"Yes" she said. "You are."

 

Inside, I was crumbling, as I struggled to remember who Mike was. She had just said something about 'Mike'. Who was he? I could vaguely make something out, but I wasn't sure. All that I knew, was that *my* name was Wendy. I had no idea about that Mike.

 

Sharon sat me down at the vanity now. She had me put on my wig, which made me feel a lot better about myself. I hated this short hair I had. I wanted my hair to be long and pretty, like hers. Then I put on my makeup, which also made me feel a lot better. I was spraying on my perfume, when I noticed Sharon talking to a woman I recognized from somewhere.

Oh yes, she was the one with the masculine features who I had seen the other day. I went over to her and gave her a hug, as Sharon smiled approvingly.

"Wendy, I was just telling Bianca that she is released from my service. You won't be seeing her anymore."

"Good-bye Bianca!" I said. "Sorry I didn't get to know you. You seem like a nice girl."

"Nice to meet you too Wendy. Maybe our paths will cross again some day."

"That would be lovely" I said.

I watched her leave, and then I turned my attention back to Sharon. She was so perfect. If only I could be more like her. I wanted *so* much to please her. I was her wife, after all. I admired the ring on my finger. But my nails looked so bad.

"Can I please paint my nails?" I asked her.

"Yes Wendy, you may" she said.

I smiled. She was so kind to me. I started to paint my nails, and I ended up applying three coats of a fiery red, along with a clear coat sealer. Now that was better. Although I needed to let them grow longer. They looked wrong being as short as they were.

 

"Wendy, this is a bottle of estrogen pills" said Sharon. "You will take two of them daily, so that your system can become saturated with female hormones."

She pointed to a glass of water on the vanity. I took out two pills, and swallowed them. Mental note: don't forget to take my pills every day.

 

Sharon picked up her cell phone.

"You can come in now please" she said.

A few moments later, the man I knew as Andy came into the room. I was disappointed that he didn't even look at me. His eyes were just glued onto Sharon.

 

"I have turned Andy into the perfect lover" said Sharon. "He lives just to please me. Now tell me Wendy, are you a man?"

"No, of course not!" I said.

"I see. And a woman needs a man, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she does" I said.

"Then you agree that it only makes sense for me to make love with Andy whenever I feel that I need a man?"

"Yes, I agree" I said.

It seemed that she wanted me to say that. And I lived to please her. I *had* to. That was who I am! I stood there and calmly watched as Andy and Sharon started to kiss. He really took his time with her, making sure he did enough foreplay to really warm her up.

Now they started to take off each other's clothes. They touched each other all over, and kissed each other as they caressed.

"Wendy, I want you to see how a *man* makes love to a woman" she said. "As he does me, I want you to imagine how good it feels to be the woman, being penetrated by her man."

 

I did as Sharon told me, imaging that *I* was the one on the bottom, not her, as Andy put himself into the wet slit between her legs, and pumped himself in and out, in and out. Sharon's head was thrown back. She was sure enjoying it.

Suddenly, she tossed something over to me. A dld. It was very large and realistic looking.

"Suck on that Wendy" she said. "I need it good and wet."

I did as she asked me. I loved doing things for her. I put it in my mouth, and sucked away.

 

After a while, Sharon told Andy to get off of her. She walked over to the table, and picked up a black leather thing, and started to put it on. There were a bunch of straps. One looped around her waist. A couple looked around her legs. She fastened a few things in place, and made sure it was secure.

"Wendy, I'll take that dick now" she said.

I took it out of my mouth, and handed it to her. She took it, and attached it to the straps she was wearing. It poked out in front of her menacingly.

"You had better suck it some more Wendy" she ordered me. "Just to be sure it is really moist."

 

I put my mouth around it again, and she gently rocked back and forth, to make sure it went in deeper and got wet all over. When she was done, she returned to Andy.

"Bend over" she told him.

He did as she asked, and she guided the strap-on into him from behind. She rocked back and forth, harder and harder.

"Tell me that you are mine!" she demanded.

"I am yours" he said.

"Tell me that you belong to me!!!"

"I belong to you" he said.

"Tell me you like being controlled by a woman!!!"

"I like being controlled by a woman!" he yelled, as she hit him so hard that he almost lost his breath.

 

"Now it is time to continue *your* training, Wendy" she said.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, wanting so much to please her.

"Come to the bed, and bend over" she said.

I did just as she asked.

"Andy, pull down her panties" she said.

"Yes Ma'am" he replied.

I felt him reach up my skirt, find my panties, and pull them down. My rear end was wide open. And soon, I felt Sharon slide herself up into me.

"Tell me you like being a woman" she said.

"I like being a woman" I replied.

"Tell me you are *mine*" she said.

"I am yours" I replied.

"Tell me it feels wonderful to be penetrated."

"It feels *wonderful* to be penetrated" I said, telling her the truth.

"I command you, that from now on, you are a woman. You *want* to be a woman. Every day, you will do something to yourself to achieve that goal. You will stop at nothing until you become a *real* woman. You have a need growing inside of you, to have a pussy, just like I do. You have a *need* to have real breasts, just like I do. You wish you were me."

"I wish I was you" I replied.

 

"Every time you see a woman pass you on the street, you will wish that you were her. You want to *be* her, because she is a woman. You will stop at *nothing*. You want to be pretty. You want to be feminine. You want to be a silly little girl, wearing ruffles, looking cute, dressing in skirts. You enjoy being a girl."

"I enjoy being a girl" I replied.

It was true. I *really* did enjoy it. I didn't know why she was telling me these things. They were all true.

 

Then I had a sudden surprise: I felt a warm splash inside of me. I turned around and I was in for a shock. It wasn't Sharon inside of me with her strap-on. It was *Andy*. Part of me screamed; I was making love with a man.

 

"I command you to obey me!" said Sharon. "You *like* having a man inside you."

"I like having a man inside me" I replied.

"You *want* to feel this way all the time."

"I want to feel this way all the time" I said.

"You are a woman."

"I am a woman."

"Very good Wendy. Now pull your panties up, and come over here."

 

I did as Sharon asked. On the table, she had a magazine open. It was a copy of playboy.

"What do you think of her?" she said, showing me the centerfold.

"She's cute" I said. "I wish I was as pretty as her. She is beautiful."

"Do you feel attracted to her at all Wendy?"

"No, she's a girl!"

"Very good Wendy" she said.

Now she handed me her dld. I took it from her, and immediately, I felt aroused from it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to suck on it. She saw my reaction and smiled.

"I'm pleased that you like men Wendy" she told me.

"I do" I said.

I was pleased to be pleasing her!

 

"Wendy, this room is a mess. Make the bed, vacuum, and clean up these soiled clothes. After that you can do the wash."

"Yes Ma'am" I said, as I started at my jobs.

"You are my maid now, and you will do the woman's work I need around the house."

I nodded. Women's work. That was find for me. I was her woman.

 

 

That night, after taking off my makeup, I took of my maid uniform, and carefully hung it up so it would be ready tomorrow. Sharon had been so wonderful to me! She had bought me a silky pink nightie which I put on before going to bed.

"Wendy, you don't sleep with me anymore!" she said as I followed her into the bedroom. "You have your own room now. I'll be sleeping with Andy, or with other men. You sleep in your own room. A *girl's* room, over there."

"Sorry!" I said, upset that I had messed up. I went into my new room, which was decorated in pink, with lots of dolls, posters of hunky movie stars, lace curtains, and a zillion other little feminine touches. I got into my canopy bed, and pulled the down comforter over me, as I fell asleep.

 

* * *

 

I woke up with a start, remembering yesterday. No! What had I done? I had dressed up as Sharon's *maid*! I had sex with a man! Oh no, this was terrible! I had worn fake boobs, and they were still on me, because I was wearing a *bra*. Oh god no!

I had to get out of here! I had to get away from Sharon! She was pure evil. I couldn't let her do this to me, and transform me into a woman! She had made me take female hormones! She had made me her slave! I had my mind back. I needed to go *now*.

I bolted up, and noticed I was wearing a nightie. I wanted to puke. I ran to the closet to find something better to wear, but it was all dresses and skirts. Fine. I'd go outside like this and be embarrassed for one day, rather than having this become my life!

I opened the door, and looked down the hall. The coast was clear. I edged forward toward the back. Maybe I could grab a coat as I went out the back door. Okay, time to make a run for it. I took a deep breath, and ran to the back.... right into Andy who was standing there, guarding the door.

He grabbed me, and I tried to struggle. But then in walked Sharon.

"Wendy!" she said sternly. "Freeze!!!"

 

I went numb all over. I couldn't move! What was wrong with me?

 

Sharon approached me now, and smiled.

"It is common to have a relapse the first few days" she said. "But soon, your mind will be incapable of going back into 'Mike' mode. Soon you will be Wendy all the time, and there will be no going back. Now lets get started on you, shall we?"

I was terrified! They had caught me! No!!!

"Don't do this to me!!!" I said. "Please!!!! NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

 

As the needle entered my arm, I felt myself slipping away into blackness. It was slower this time. I could hear Sharon's voice as I faded out.

"You are a girl now. Now and forever. There is no Mike. You are Wendy now. And now we'll review your lesson. Being a man brings you to that place of great pain. Your only way to escape is by feeling as a woman does inside. Being a woman brings pleasure; being a man brings pain. Forget all things male. You are Wendy now. You are a woman. You are a woman. You are a woman. Forever...."

  

  

  

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